In which case there were no second thoughts.
The first thought was the only one.
Had to be the only one.
As he watched her, gracefully promenading her way towards him, not a single other thought presented itself in his mind.
This was it.
The thought that came, and lasted,
even after she walked past him,
teasing him with her vibrant blue eyes.
Teasing him,
telling him,
wanting him.
She walked by him, and the feeling of
it
lingered.
The feeling of
the thought.
The one and only thought.
The thought that he'd have her in his arms.
The thought that she, would be his.
Soon.
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broken satire - f.weasley
Fanfiction"you think you're hilarious, don't you." "actually my dear, I know I'm hilarious." "oh yeah? what else do you know?" "well, i know for a fact that you fancy me." { a particular prankster, fred weasley, who figured his jokes could somehow win the hea...
