Marcus Flint looked at her. Antonin Dolohov claimed he knew her. Well, whoever she was, Flint had only one thing on his mind. How to get her.
He thought what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. Boy was Draco wrong.
7th Year. Head Boy and Head Girl. The usual hate...but of course that must change. It won't be overly mushy or too OOC though so no worries on that front. Enjoy!