The term was quickly coming to a close and the students had never been more busy. Between studies and Quidditch practice Harry was particularly unavailable, something Graves took advantage of. He spent more of his time with her than with any of his fellow Slytherins and soon Draco wasn't the only one who noticed their strange relationship blossoming.
Just the same Gwen tried to balance her time with both boys.
She still couldn't figure out just what it was about Harry that made her so nervous. It wasn't something she felt could easily be resolved and in the meantime she could try and sort out her feelings for Corwin which were going stronger by the day.
One sunny afternoon strolling about the grounds Graves pulled her aside, away from the other students enjoying the perfect weather. He took her hand in his slowly. She felt her insides turning over and over. Why couldn't she just make up her mind? Two guys more than willing to chop off their own feet to make her happy and she couldn't tell whom she wanted more. The glorious Harry Potter or the tortured Corwin Graves.
Both had more baggage than she could understand, but that didn't matter to her. It was more that she'd never felt this way for any person before, let alone two people who felt the same in return.
He was looking deep into her eyes now and she felt her knees go weak. He leaned in and planted a feather soft kiss on her lips. He smiled a lop-sided kind of grin and stepped back.
"I've got to get back to the castle." He said hurriedly. "I forgot to do something." He had the biggest, stupidest smile on his face and Gwen couldn't help but giggle at him. He blushed scarlet and sprinted back to the castle with a new spring to his step.
Maybe she could make up her mind.