You are walking down the hallway when hear yelling. Turn the corner and find two people fighting.

Me and a Gryffindor fighting.

You take me to my dorm after the fight. I have always been the intimidating kind, with the thought of me being a death eater.

But knowing me since the first year, thanks to library sessions, changes things.

Like the flirting that has been going on between us for more than a year now, even if I kept wandering here and there because commitment? Not fucking for me.

I just watch you while you help me with my wounds –more like doing everything while I just watch you treat them.

But then, I speak. Because how the fuck can you still be here with all the shit I'm doing ? My reputation ?

“Don’t you find me scary?”