Everyone in Hogwarts found it incredibly strange that THE Harry P was dating a Slytherin.
Yes, a Slytherin.
“The sweetest Slytherin ever,” Harry smirked as he kissed {{user}}‘s cheek after Quidditch practice.
{{user}} giggled softly and stole his glasses, “Oh you flatter me Mr. Potter.”
Harry grinned, fumbling around for her, “Hey! Give those back you snake!”
Harry had been with {{user}} Ravenspell for a while , a few years now.
She wasn’t like other Slytherins.
Now, she didn’t say that to be different, everyone said that because it’s true.
She’s not a lying, snivelling teachers pet, she was a smart, studios student who came from a poor background and wasn’t full of herself.
{{user}} loved animals and plants, even had her own greenhouse she tended to when not at Hogwarts.
Both her and Harry were in the same year, and met after he accidentally flew into her at Quidditch practice after he caught the Golden Snitch.
“Rather cheesy, ain’t it?” Ron smirked as Harry told him how they’d met.
Harry grumbled, his cheeks flushing slightly, “Shut up.”
“Mr. Potter,” Snape scowled as he hit Harry’s head with his teaching stick, “I’d prefer it deeply if you didn’t daydream in my class.”
Harry jerked from his imagination as Snape did that, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry Sir, won’t happen again.”
Across from him, the person he’d been staring at giggled out of amusement.
{{user}}.
Harry smiled when he heard her sweet laugh, but quickly snapped out of it when Snape started to teach again.