Deny the Crush

Look at him. Trailing around Potter and those Mudbloods, snapping pictures of them left and right. He can’t even tell that they can’t stand him. He just follows them around, jabbering like mad, assuming they actually enjoy his company. He’s a Mudblood too, isn’t he? Merlin, why do I know that?

The Potter gang seems to be shrugging him off now. He looks disappointed. I think he finally got it. Poor kid. Not that I care! Why am I still even staring at him?

Draco’s not around, which is probably a good thing because he’d give me a hard time. I don’t really care what he and his friends think; I’m just not in the mood to deal with their mediocre superiority complex. Really, it’s pathetic.

They’re just like Potter and his gang. They’re the opposite side of the same coin, but they’re too stupid to realize it. Ugh. I can’t stand any of them.

Oh no, what’s this Mudblood doing? Is he actually walking up to me? Oh Merlin, he is. And he’s smiling right at me. Why am I smiling back? Stop that.

“Hi!” he exclaims.

“H-Hi, Colin,” I stutter. Why am I stuttering? I am above this. Oh Merlin, I said his name aloud!

“Can I get your picture for the, uh. . . school newspaper?” He asks, and I can’t help but notice how bashful he looks, and the way his fingers nervously fumble with his camera. STOP LOOKING AT HIM!

“Y-Yeah,” I reply. I did not just agree. Get a hold of yourself!

I smile, and he takes my picture. I can’t take my eyes off him as he thanks me and turns away. In fact, my eyes refuse to stray until he is completely out of sight.

I turn away, covering my face, hoping to all hell that no one sees my blushing face. He’s a Mudblood and a male. Theodore Nott, you are seriously one pathetic fool. . .

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