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Kimstar18 
Treyen asked him the very same question. Why did Damien care if Isobel kissed someone else? That was when his Hufflepuff Prefect declared that Damien thought if Isobel more than just a friend. Not that it wasn't possible, but Damien had always considered Isobel a friend -- nothing else had ever crossed his mind --
And here she sat, as innocent as ever. Asking him the very same question. Damien wasn't quite so sure he could give her a straight answer. Because he truly didn't know why.
He was, however, glad to hear that she thought of him as her best friend as well; and yet something panged in his chest that he couldn't place. Before anything of that could be processed, though, Isobel wanted to put their best friendship to use. Something she needed to tell him, but she looked so uncomfortable as her voice grew soft.
Searching her eyes, Damien gave her a smile and her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll never leave your side, Isobel," he said, Irish accent full force at this point. "You can tell me anything, and you don't have to worry."
"Never?" She couldn't help but speak the word aloud, no matter how soft her voice was. She wanted to know if he truly meant that, that he would stay by her even if he disagreed with what she was about to say.
She was afraid to say it, even though she had no idea how to put her emotions into words. She was afraid of what his reaction might be. She was afraid she might lose him as a friend. But she did not believe that last one; she knew Damien would stay true to what he said, he would stick by her.
"Damien I-" It was so hard to put her thoughts into words. She couldn't correctly phrase the jumble of emotions in her mind.
"I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling. You promise that you'll always be my friend? You'll understand me? You-Damien I'm so conflicted!"
She gave in to her frustration and her emotions. Without consciously thinking about it she leaned toward him and did what she had wanted to do for a long time now. She kissed him, softly on the lips. She pulled back after a second, stunned at what she had done. She held his gaze with wide eyes full of..what? Compassion was the best she could describe it. Caring. She cared for him, and she was afraid of how he might react.