Mary had never had a guy fight for her before.

She had been in a few shitty relationships, and they all treated her like crap.

She had been so wrapped up in these guys that she never even noticed {{user}}’s feelings for her.

How he’d hold open doors for her, help her with her work, hold her arm in busy hallways.

{{user}} was a perfect gentleman, and she was only now realising it.

How when some slytherin said something to her during quidditch, and {{user}} wasted no time in hitting him, pushing him down, getting on top of him and punching him until he was pulled off.

Mary couldn’t stop thinking about the way his arms flexed, how his hair was messy, how his boxers showed over the waistband of his trousers..

She figured the least she could to was pay him a visit to ‘thank’ him.

He had a nasty bruise on his head, but the other guy was way worse.

She came into his little area in the hospital wing, where he sat in just a vest and jeans, man spreading slightly as he held an ice pack to his head.

He looked…

He looked so hot.

And his puppy eyes weren’t helping, either.

“I’ve never seen you fight anyone,” she spoke, drawing the curtain closed to seperate them from the rest of the room.

Charlie looked at her. Her big brown eyes, yellow and brown halter top, her short skirt..

He looked back down. It was funny, how he had been trying to hard for her attention before, and now that he had it, he didn’t want it.