“Come home with me?” Fleur asked as she burrowed deeper into his embrace. Her head rested in the crook of his neck, and her pale locks of hair were cascading along his torso. They had been holding each other for what seemed to be an eternity. Harry’s lips…
“Good morning,” He said as his eyes twinkled with mischief, as well as memories long forgotten. “What can I get you, miss?” She seemed taken aback by the professional demeanour, and a brief look of confusion flitted across her face as she probably wondere…
Harry had a new hobby/interest thing: ornithology. He loved to read about birds, how they functioned, their migration patterns, their biology(For some reason, he always read ‘hollow bones’ in the voice of the Beauxbatons headmistress. Well, he knew the re…
The second time she noticed him was the very next day, right as he walked into the hall. The reason? He was hoisting a banner that read: Celebrating 13 years of being an orphan, gaining bullshit fame, and killing a faker! Approach for free admonishments,…
The two of them were huddled together on the couch in front of the fireplace: she had a book in hand, he had his arms wrapped around her. He asked her if she’d run away with him were he to do so, and she nodded without a moment’s hesitation. “Why?” He as…
“Excuse me, are you wanting the Bouillabaisse?” She rolled her eyes preemptively, prepared for the inevitable reaction. Sure enough, one of the boys in front of her - the ginger - lost himself to her allure. Her eyes flitted towards the other two teenage…
“Do you want to dance?” The abruptness of the statement caught Harry off-guard, it wasn’t a very well kept secret that he’d been blest with two left feet. Asking him to dance was akin to asking the Whomping Willow to hug you: synonymous with unbridled pai…
And as fate would have it, they ended up in the final stretch. Together. Facing an acromantula hoard. “Alright there, Harry?” She asked casually, batting away an acromantula with a spell with no difficulty at all. Fleur’s robes were pristine as could be f…
“Hello,” he says to you, his face darkened by the glare of the sun behind him. Your eyes flit towards the scraggy curls atop his head, swaying gently alongside the summer breeze, and you notice his calm demeanor. “Mind if I take a seat?” You nod and scoot…
And so, they spent the night talking about anything and everything under the starry night sky. Their hands would brush by each other as they sat close to one another. (And if a few of the touches lingered, well nobody had to know.)
It was as he tied a letter to Hedwig at an unearthly hour of night that he met her again. Her footsteps were light, and her approach was slow. But oh, was she upset. “You save my sister, you save me,” She began, and the boy knew he was in for it. “And the…
“You saved my sister,” The girl said, her accent heavy, as she forced the words out with what was almost desperation. She was shaking intensely, be it from the cold, numbing lake, or some cocktail of self-loathing and gratitude, he didn’t know. “I- I don’…
Scorched by flames, torched by draconic fury - the day had burned into his memory with a ferocity hitherto undreamt of. Reality and illusions, differentiated and separated through arduous ordeals and the resulting damages. The sensation of fire lingered a…
Fleur Delacour constantly discovered things that would turn out to be important in her life moving forward, be it a fact about herself or her heritage that she never knew, or an external factor that she never would have expected. It turned from happenstan…
Interestingly enough, the first visitor to his humble abode was Ginny. They’d had a bit of a falling out after the war: an overall disagreement on the direction their relationship was taking, and had broken up promptly. He was pretty unclear on whether th…
“How do you like your eggs in the morning? Boiled, fried or fertiliz-“ “Leave.” This was how it went, every day he’d show up to the carriage and try some dumb pickup line on her, every day she’d turn him away. He did manage to come up with some corkers, f…
He loved the sight of a sleepy Fleur, barely conscious and definitely not wanting to leave the warmth of their embrace. Oh, she made him go crazy, made him melt with just a single half-lidded gaze. Harry would keep her close, she was his home.
“Do you want to dance?” The abruptness of the statement caught Harry off-guard, it wasn’t a very well kept secret that he’d been blest with two left feet. Asking him to dance was akin to asking the Whomping Willow to hug you: synonymous with unbridled pai…
A red spider lily. At first he didn’t know what to make of it, unaware of the symbolism and meaning behind the seemingly-innocuous flower sitting on his bunk. Harry thought nothing of it, even going so far as to tucking it into his hair as he went downsta…