The Golden Triad:
A Malfoy-Weasley-Granger Arrangement

I have notes. The notes are just my heart rate.

“Read it twice. Reading it a third time. This is a confession, not a review.”

“Nobody writes a pause like this. The silence between them is louder than any kiss.”

I have read chapter one four times and I am not okay. The three-feet-of-floor line lives in me now.

“This ruined every other thing I tried to read after it. Unfair.”

I keep my phone face-down so nobody sees what this did to me.

Thought I was too jaded for this. I was wrong, loudly.

“It understood longing better than the last person who claimed to.”