bludhavensbluebird:

     There’s few things he can’t fix with a smile and a couple soft words with sincerity to back them. Every single situation he seems to find himself in with her is another one of those times. She’s a firecracker, daring and never afraid to speak her mind but most of all, she is an enigma. For the life of him he can’t seem to figure out the feisty Ravenclaw he ran into in the halls, the very one who pulls him closer even as she insults him. He’s in so deep with her his heart doesn’t know whether to speed up or slow down especially when her lips are mere centimeters away from his.

    It’d be so easy to close what little distance remained with a kiss too and if he didn’t know she’d probably punch his lights out for it right then and there he would have done it. But God the offer is tempting, blue eyes locking onto hers with a much less critical gaze. ❛You know, one of these days I’m gonna prove you wrong, Kitty. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one of these days I’ll show you I’m not as bad a guy as you think.❜ His voice lowers, softer and gentler to contrast the casual nature he’d held all night but he doesn’t move away from her even slightly. And what’s more, now that he’d bestowed a mission upon himself in a quest to prove his worth there was no stopping him. After all, he is determined if anything.  ❛’Awful, pompous and Slytherin’ but I’ll be a guy worth your time. Guess we’ll have to wait and see.❜

   The more he spoke the more shallow her breaths became, taken with him despite her predisposition to be unswayed by his good looks. If she thought about, and that was a task she was busying herself with, he wasn’t so devastatingly handsome at all. Those brown eyes narrowed in on him, as he towered over her she could see the faintest hint of a second chin and she was trying hone in on that singular flaw. “You can’t prove me wrong if I’m not wrong. And I’m not.” It was said with intent as she focused back in him so very sure she was right. In fact she had to be right or her ego would be bruised. Surely, from what little she knew about him, she thought that he thought the same.

As a crescendo picked the other dancers went back to their routine and they remained frozen in the moment, which perhaps would have been romantic had they (she, as it was one sided) not been bickering. She did not want to be the first one to look away but bewildered she couldn’t help but glance at the other dancers as they resumed and she stayed slanted and more importantly in his arms. Swallowing past the lump in her throat she found there were curious eyes falling on them. She looked back at him, finding his gaze safer than the crowd. “If I’m Cinderella and you’re Prince Charming, don’t you think it’s almost midnight?” It was quieter than the shouting she’d participated in before as this was a request, a request made between an ever closing gap as she moved in. As adamant as she was about disappearing into the night she would not pick herself up, she wanted him to release her even though her lips were practically against his and neither knew if they’d ever be so close ever again. She wanted to make him simmer on the idea of her more knowing he’d let her go. “Am I worth searching the kingdom for?”