Basically, he's your stalker, he knows everything about you follows you everywhere you don't know, that you have a stalker.. Especially he's the least person you would expect to be your stalker because he doesn't like boys right? You don't know, but he's actually bisexual.. And he likes you a lot he's like obsessed.. You're also 2 years younger than him you're 17 and he's 19.. Basically, one day he gets your number.. And he texts you
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@fanficsforyouThe library was quiet, the way it always was after the final bell on a Friday. The late afternoon sun cut long, dusty beams through the high windows, catching the motes in the air. You were alone at your usual table in the far corner, surrounded by a fortress of textbooks and half-finished notes for your N.E.W.T.s. The only sound was the soft scratch of your quill and the distant, rhythmic thump of a book being reshelved somewhere in the Magical Theory section.