Lyra Malfoy never liked the color red. As a Slytherin, she was sure at times that her own blood would spill as green and silver, just as her parents had taught her.

Charlie Weasley had always hated Slytherins. He never knew what they were thinking or how their star chaser seemed to always distract him from the game at hand.

She would never show her true colors or give light to the thoughts she had been taught to hide.

He would never miss the snitch, a silent rebellion against his own eyes.

But ignorance only ever strengthens the feelings you try to push away.