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Lara_the_Firelady 
The boy's heart was beating fast as he waited for an answer. And facing her was getting harder at every second that had passed in silence. Because by confessing that he loved her meant taking the risk of losing her friendship after all. What if she did not share his feelings? Not only he would feel dissappointed but also he would ruin their friendship.
Still watching her beauty, he waited for a reply. Anything. He was ready to face any result. As seconds passed it was getting harder to wait. And those seconds were feeling like hours to him right now. Then, in a sudden, she moved and as she did so the boy's heartbeat got faster. Now standing up she was facing him too, they were quite close to each other. Very close.
And the moment he had been waiting for came. She spoke and she said....no asked if he was sure. What kind of a question was that? The boy could not help but smile at her warmly though he could not figure how she was feeling about the fact he had just confessed. ''As much as the fact that i am called Josh''
As much as the fact that he was called Josh.
Well then, that was pretty sure. She didn't know why that caused her to not only feel as if she was flying on clouds at the moment, but also a weight drop in the pit of her stomach. Did she love him back? She knew that she liked him...a
lot. There was no doubt about that. But love was a big thing. One emotion that she had trouble with in her past.
Realizing that he was probably waiting for an answer, she panicked for a moment. She didn't know what to do! Glancing down to his hands, the Slytherin touched them just the slightest, before lettings her fingers glide up his arms and finally rested his shoulders, hoping that the time from then to now would give her a moment to calm her rapidly beating heart or to think of something. No such luck though. Looking into his brown eyes, she smiled just a bit to show that she wasn't angry or disappointed, before speaking.
"So, if...if I returned these feelings..." Playing with the collar of his shirt, she smiled a little wider, her eyes flickering to his collar, to his lips, and then back to his eyes.
"...would that mean, I'll be your girlfriend?"
He was HERS. And she wanted
everyone to know that. Especially that cookie girl and French girl. Any type of label or title regarding that fact would do just fine.