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Lies By Gwendolen

Passion was something found bent over a cauldron, immersed in the creation of a complex potion or in an exciting experiment.

All other forms of passion were out of my reach and I claimed to want this. I needed nothing more than my potions and the chance to right past wrongs. I accepted it - at least that's what I claimed.

The day a certain irritating Gryffindor-brat kissed me proved me wrong.

I yearned for more. I needed more. I wanted the passion and lust his kisses had stirred awake. I wanted to lose myself in them.

I wanted him.

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