Thread: The Secret [HeyThereLittleBear x Timelessmemories]

The usual mix of emotions played across her face as she came to the realization of just whom had found her alone in the library essentially doing nothing of any serious nature. He almost let a smile twitch onto his lips but thought twice of it, because though it was an adorable situation to catch her off guard like this, he knew precisely what it would entail. Like most of the Weasley clan he was sure that she thought less of him that she did pond scum. She would at least take the time to scrape pond scum off her boots. The Malfoy family was a scum that the Weasleys thought needed to be left to rot and be tread on over and over again for their vile ways. Unlike the rest of the Weasley family, though, she didn't look at him immediately as if he were made of rubbage and something that needed to be disposed of post-haste. She did raise, however, a very valid question. What did he know of her dating life? Quite a bit, truth be told. Rumors spread like wildfire throughout a school full of teenagers that had nothing better to keep their minds off their mounting terror than to gossip and whisper among themselves. Rather than give away his embarrassing amount of knowledge on her personal life, he gave a scoffing laugh, Who doesn't know about your dating life, Weasley? Making your rounds, eh? His voice was scathing but there was another note there that he couldn't pull back from his voice just yet. It was a hint of jealousy, the comment made with a roll of his eyes as if she weren't any more important to him than any other Gryffindor. But he was watching her even then, unable to help the way his eyes were drawn to her hair and how it fell over her shirt and the delicate way that she moved as if she were a dancer with an invisble partner. There was always music in the way her body moved and he wished so badly that he could have been the one to play it. He could only imagine the way it would feel to brush her red hair away from her shoulder and kiss along her skin, to smell her shampoo and have the acrid taste of her light perfume against his lips as he savored the warmth of her-- Stop . The voice in his head cut the fantasies short and he brought himself back to reality quickly. No matter how much wishing and hoping he did, she still was a Weasley and she stll didn't think he was worth much of anything at all. He moved his attention instead to her comment on Parkinson he assumed, he couldn't remember which was claiming to be dating him. His arm lifted the book in his head to show her, though he carefully hid the title and the spine from her view so that she wouldn't know precisely what he was researching, Unlike you, some of us are actually here to study. What were you doing? Drawing pictures? He scoffed again and shoved his hands back into his pockets, Guess studying is a waste of time, didn't do your brothers much good. The comment wasn't true but he couldn't stop the casual malice against her family, something that was more than just bred into him but also beat into him quite literally with the sharp nose of the serpent on his father's cane. He'd questioned it at a young age why he wasn't allowed to play with the Weasley children, and even as a tender toddler his father had delivered a harsh swing to the backs of his thighs and corrected him on his status in the world. It was one of many 'lessons' his father maintained throughout his life. Maybe you should learn from my example. Might could set you right from all of your... Mistakes.