A mix of Hermione Granger, fluff, mad, cute, clingy. A collection of everyone's favorite bookworm.
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"Shall I be joining you for dinner," Gaston asked, confidently. He was always bothering Belle, a skill she didn't think possible. She was a rather patient person. But with him, it was a battle between punching him and shooting him. She didn't know which she wanted to do more.
And then there was you. You were her best friend, but you were more then that weren't you? It wasn't exactly like either of you could be opened about your feelings towards on another, but they were there. And one night you both gave in and kissed, and kissing turned into... well.
You were also her knight in shining amour; always there to save her. So where the hell were you right now? Why weren't you at her side, defending her from this babbling nut case of a narcissist.
"I'm taking your silence as a yes," he grinned. She went to speak, but turned away, just in time to see you walking over to them.
"Not tonight, or any night for that matter," she scoffed walking towards you. You wore a look of confusion at her state, but it didn't take you long to realize.
"Gaston, don't want to badger off of her, she's rejected you more times than any cares to keep count of," you called out. He stood confidently, you want to walk over and knock him off of his block. Belle saw that, and she lightly grabbed your forearm dragging you with her. "One of these days I'm going to kill him," you mumbled. She just giggled, oh how she'd love to watch that.
