"Why haven't you left me yet?" he asked wondering why she was still holding onto him.
"Because I'm infatuated with you, Harry," she cried.
"Honey, I'm no angel. I am a misfit," he warned the tears glistening in his eyes.
"And so am I. We are both dangerous aren't we?" I asked with a grin as I glanced up at him.
"We are," he smiled as he pulled me closer to his chest. I could feel his heartbeat as my head laid against him.
"We were misfits but at least we were misfits together," I thought as I leaned against his shoulder as his arm protected me from the dangerous world.
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Misfits[h.s.]
Fanfiction"We are misfits but at least we are misfits together." Misfit (n.) A person whose behavior or attitude sets them apart from others in an uncomfortably conspicuous way