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Tiro MacMhuirich 
Silently, as he listened to his girlfriend (would she still be when she pulled away from him?) talking to him, his arms slipped around her in a protective coccoon. The last thing he wanted was for her to start crying. "It's okay Baby." He said, as his hand flitted up to play with her hair a little. "It's hard to know what is love and what isn'tat fourteen." He said with a soft smile on his lips, before he kissed her forehead again.
He looked down at the Slytherin Quidditch Captain and smiled. "I would love to say that you were mine, Paris. However, I will not hold you back from who ever it is that has your attention." Nudging her face up to look at him, he smiled and winked at her playfully. "If we are meant to be, you won't be able to resist my charm." He laughed at how bigheaded he sounded. Everyone knew that wasn't really him... not really.
She felt warm in his embrace and she almost lost herself in his long arms and they wrapped around her tiny body. She sighed as he said it would be ok and then he stroked her hair. She hated what she was doing, but she hated more what she had been thinking. She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead. It was something so sweet and gentle. She had often seen her father kiss her mother like that and now she was starting to understand why it made her mother weak in the knees.
"I am yours Steven, and I do think about you all the time." she whispered.
"I just..think about him too." she admitted.
She had tears in her eyes as he lifted up her face to look him in the eye.
"I couldn't resist you." she said as she smiled a little through her tears.
"Do you hate me?" she asked him with a tiny voice. She would hate it if he hated her. She wouldn't be able to take it.