Watching From Afar part.2

(Harry's pov.)

His blond hair is smoothed back so neat and orderly. I wonder why I even bother to hope for love from him when all he gives is death stares. I cannot tear ny eyes away from his porcelain skin and ice blue eyes.

He glances up at me; eyebrows raised, lips tight in a straight line. I look down embarrassed at being caught. Hermione shoves my shoulder, pointing to Proffessor Snape.

I look up to the Proffessor," what is your answer Potter?" I shrug my shoulder already hearing the snickers from all the Slytherins.

"Five Poins from Gryffindoor."

Author Notes: Part.2. Yay

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