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