So, what, they were going to go their separate ways and never see each other again? For some reason the idea bothered him, not because he enjoyed her company or anything (no, she was irritating and arrogant and made him question himself) but because she was the only other person who knew about what really happened at Mrs. Finch's party, and the person who had crafted a plan to keep their reputations in-tact. He didn't want to be shoved into public, blind to whatever strings she was pulling behind the scenes. After the Quidditch World Cup he'd learned his limits. Rumors took a toll on him, even if he tried not to show it.
"I disagree," he replied, brows raised slightly.
"I disagree," he replied, brows raised slightly.

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