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Rejection: A Double-Edged Sword	By : brooklynvtc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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His face was dazed as he looked at her, and his eyes were wide with awe... For her… His body was swaying closer, fractionally. And Ginny wondered if there was something wrong with what she had said. Did she break Harry Potter? Because he seemed to not be functioning normally.
It was the chatter of girls walking up the stairs, outside the door, that froze Harry. There was a light knock on the door…
"Ginny?"
Harry was quick to whip out his wand.
"Ginny?" A soft voice called through the door, before the twisting of the knob started to turn…
…
Chapter 15
Harry was quick to react, he whipped out his wand and hissed, "Accio!" at the basket and his broom. They zoomed onto the mattress besides him. Then he closed the bed hangings around the bed, and set up a silencing charm. And it was as the door opened, Harry cast a sticking spell on the bed hangings, so they couldn't be opened.
"Ginny…?" The voice said, as it got closer. "Are you awake?"
Harry was so focused on quieting his breath - despite not needing to, because of his silencing charm - that he jumped when Ginny spoke to him by his ear, in a normal tone.
"That would be Josephine..." Ginny commented. For a moment, Harry couldn't even register what she was saying to him. He was too busy gawking at her as his previous thoughts, from minutes before, caught up with him.
He had been about to kiss her… He had really been about to kiss her! He was such a PRAT! He had no claim to Ginny's lips, whatsoever. Ginny was still dating Dean… so, why would she accept Harry's kiss?! He was an idiot!
Then why did it feel so right, in that moment? Harry's thoughts unwillingly argued back at him. Ginny hasn't shied away from your touch before… In fact, she had instigated most of them.
That still didn't give him the right to kiss her without her consent! He really had almost ruined everything for himself. Imagine if he had kissed Ginny, and she would be so angry about it, that she would want nothing to do with him any longer. He had to prove to Ginny that he was worthy of her fancy, once again, before he could even begin to dream about doing anything like kissing with her.
"That was a good thing, you did, putting up those spells so fast." Ginny added. "She's a bit of a gossip monger... it wouldn't have been long before the entire school knew that you were in the girls' dorms, if she caught you."
Ginny's bed curtains rustled a bit, a sign that someone was trying to pry them a part, before it stopped… meaning that they had given up. And the footsteps wandered away, Josephine absentmindedly commenting on how Ginny must have gotten a sleeping potion, somehow.
Despite himself, Harry couldn't help but whisper as he replied, "Will she be in here for much longer, do you think?"
As he said this, other voices came into the room, then the click of the door behind them indicated that hey were all closed in.
Snickering at his need to be quiet while under the blanket protection of a silencing charm, Ginny asked, "Well, what time is it, exactly?"
Harry cast a tempus charm, and the result revealed that it was well past seven o'clock in the evening...
They had missed dinner... and they hadn't noticed the sky getting dimmer outside.
Ginny, once seeing the time, looked both contrite and horror-stricken at the same time. "Harry... I'm so sorry. They usually stay up here for the night after dinner-"
Three pairs of different giggles interrupted Ginny, as one stated out, excitedly, "Let's play, 'Truth or Dare'!"
Sounds of agreement came forth from the other two girls in the room, as Ginny looked at Harry in a way that said her suspicions were proved to be true. The girls were in for the night...
"You're going to have to stay until they fall asleep, if you don't want to get caught, Harry..."
His heart leapt in his chest as Ginny told him this. There he was, stuck in a bed, for what could be hours of privacy, with the girl of his dreams... most blokes would be pining for the chance! But a nervousness took place within Harry. How could he possibly control his urge to let her how he feels?!
"Al-alright," Harry agreed, before they both settled into conversation, with the chatter of Ginny's dorm mates in the background. Eventually, Harry and Ginny started to supply their own answers to some of the more milder 'truth' questions the girls asked.
Josephine asked another girl, who Ginny informed Harry as being Loretta, what her most embarrassing moment was.
It was Ginny's turn to answer the truth, and Harry waited with a deviously, gleeful smile as she pondered her answer. "Let's see... I think that I would have to say that it was the time Percy tried to give me the sex talk on the Hogwarts Express in my first year... I think he was worried I would go off and get myself a boyfriend at eleven years old!"
Harry started to laugh boisterously, not at all bothered about being quiet anymore, before Ginny shrugged nonchalantly. "But now, at least I know there was a time that Percy actually cared... which is difficult to tell nowadays. The git!"
Harry nodded seriously at her answer. Knowing that Percy was still a sore subject to discuss for the entire Weasley family. Harry reached out and made contact with her hand - the first time being that he reached out first - and clasped her hand tightly.
Ginny automatically squeezed his hand back, and Harry felt as though his heart was floating.
"Truth or dare?" The third girl, Mayetta, asked.
"Dare." Josephine replied, confident.
The three all giggled at the bravery and scandal this ensued, as Mayetta thought about dares she could give her.
Harry looked over at Ginny, a perplexed look in his eye. "Why is it that girls giggle so much?"
Ginny, herself, snorted at the question. "It's because girls like to laugh. They want to find something humorous, especially in a boy they like. If you make a girl laugh all of the time, that means she likes you. But if she doesn't, then she doesn't fancy you all that much."
Harry found himself in awe of her wisdom. Who would have thought that so much meaning was behind such a simple thing as laughing?
Reflecting on what she said, however, Harry strained his memory to see if he had ever made Ginny laugh a lot of the time. And he was saddened that he honestly couldn't remember if he had or not... and he vowed right then and there that he would spend a large effort in trying to get Ginny to laugh. Or even smile... he loved to see her smile.
"I've got it!" Mayetta exclaimed, as the rest of the girls tittered in anticipation. "I dare you to go down to the great hall at breakfast tomorrow morning and... KISS HARRY POTTER!"
Harry's mouth dropped. In the back of his mind, he vaguely registered the squealing from the girls at the dare. But he couldn't focus on anything past the ringing in his ears.
No... just, no! He couldn't allow another attack kiss! He just couldn't! What right did girls have to go around just kissing anyone?! At least with Cho, he had kissed her before willingly, but this girl was a complete stranger to him! He had only just learned her name!
"B-but, you saw what happened earlier this morning!" Josephine stuttered, no longer confident. "Cho kissed him in that alcove outside of the dining hall!"
Harry groaned and covered his face in his embarrassment. He really hadn't known that anyone knew about that... hell, he barely wanted to know anything about it. In fact, he really wanted to just forget the matter entirely.
He felt Ginny's hand stiffen where it was still clasped with his, and wanted to scream in frustration! He didn't want Ginny to find out about Cho's attack kiss on him. It really wasn't important to him at all!
"You weren't lying when you said that Cho was aggressive in her pursuit, were you?" Ginny asked, her voice sounding strange.
Harry uncovered his face, and shook his head, not able to find his voice.
"But you saw his face after Cho ran away!" Mayetta argued, passionately. "He looked as though he were about to be sick! He obviously doesn't like her anymore."
"I-I just can't!" Josephine exclaimed.
Mayetta sighed dramatically. "Look, now's your chance, Josie. Harry is single. Do you really think that he will be that way for much longer?! He can have any girl in the entire castle!"
Harry could not believe what he was hearing...! If it were true that he could have any girl that he wanted, then he and Ginny would be together right then. And instead of sitting on her bed, listening to teen girls play a silly game and talk about him; they would probably be laying down on her mattress, too busy snogging to worry about what the girls were saying.
Before Harry could comprehend much more after that, Ginny was moving... slipping through the curtains of her bed in a way that still kept Harry hidden.
He wanted to grab her arm to stop her, and demand - in a hissing tone - what she was doing! But he had to remain silent... because as soon as she parted the curtains, it canceled out the silencing charm for that brief moment. Before the curtains went back together again, and was reinstated.
"Ginny!" Mayetta cried out, her voice sounding as though she had been caught doing something that she wasn't supposed to. "You're awake!"
"Yes. I am." Ginny's scathing voice came out level and confident. "And I heard all about what you planned on doing tomorrow morning. And I think it's wrong, putting Harry on the spot like that in front of the entire school! Especially by someone he doesn't even know!"
Harry vocally cheered from underneath the silencing charm, not that Ginny could hear his praise.
A snooty scoff came from one of the girls - Harry guessed it was Mayetta. "If that seems to be the problem, then it seems to me that it would be better received if it came from you... what do you say, Ginny? Are you brave enough to kiss Harry Potter in front of the entire school?"
It was obvious that this was aimed at Ginny in what was supposed to be a condescending manner, but Harry couldn't help but fantasize about it actually happening...
He would be sitting at breakfast, minding his own business, when Ginny would come up. She would cut off his greeting, without a word of her own, and would pull him into a scathing, passionate kiss. They would kiss for a long moment, before she would finally pull away and confess her feelings for him... then he would kiss her brazenly, admitting to feeling the same way, against her plush lips...
Harry felt himself grow hard, and his hand automatically reached down and adjusted himself in his trousers. But as soon as his hand made contact with his cock, it felt too good to stop touching himself. He hadn't wanked last night; and that was just enough time that had passed without giving into his need, for him to become desperate with it suddenly. So, that was how Harry found himself palming his hard-on on Ginny Weasley's bed...
"Merlin, Ginny!" He exclaimed, loudly, reveling in the tingling sensations his touch gave him. "Please, take the dare!"
Ginny had been quiet for a long moment; which Harry couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. Finally, she spoke, "If you didn't already know, I'm dating Dean." Ginny responded, calmly. "And I happen to know for a fact that Harry isn't looking for anyone, so you are out of luck. Harry happens to be too busy, worrying about Voldemort..."
Horrified gasps filled the room, which temporarily broke Harry from the lustful spell he found himself under.
"Don't say the name!" One terrified girl's voice spoke out.
Ginny scoffed. "Oh, please! Are you all Gryffindor's or not?!"
Harry found himself impressed and so turned on by her bravery and wisdom. He knew that what his hand was doing currently could be considered wrong, to most. But he couldn't stop now... not with Ginny so close, yet so far... sounding so passionate and beautiful... and the wonderful, dirty images running through his head.
When none of Ginny's dorm mates replied, Ginny made a disgusted sound at the back of her throat, before the sounds of her footsteps walked away, towards the bathroom. "I'm getting ready for bed... please don't mess with Harry, tomorrow. He already has enough to worry about!" She exclaimed fiercely, before slamming the bathroom door.
Her fiery attitude brought forth the memory of how gorgeous she was when she was angry.
Images of Ginny's hugs... the fact that he had noticed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her tank top... her holding his hand... Ginny in her wet knickers...! They kept running over and over again in his thoughts. And Harry braved past the thought of getting caught, before he slipped his hand into his trousers, grasping hold of his bare cock.
He brought forth a fantasy, one that he recently couldn't stop thinking about while he was wanking... it was an image of Ginny... her knees spread far a part... her bare cunt open wide on display for only him to see.
He imagined bending forward, and spreading her pussy lips with his tongue...
Harry's hand fapped faster and faster at this image. Wondering if the skin 'down there' on her, would be velvety smooth to the touch.
Harry already knew that it would be an extraordinarily, glorious time going down on Ginny... and he wondered if his imagination was the closest he would ever get to Ginny's cunny...
He tried not to dwell on that and went back to his fantasy.
He imagined that he would delight in tasting her ever-flowing arousal, before moving up and lapping at her clit. Where she would scream his name at the orgasmic sensations he would give her...
Harry felt his own sensation building in his lower stomach, climbing higher and higher until he couldn't reach any higher heights...
He let out a long guttural groan as he orgasmed, his cock spurting forth streams of his seed all over his hand and inside his trousers.
For a blissful moment, he felt nothing but satisfaction. He was running on a high that made him see stars as he closed his eyes...
But as his breath slowed, and his heart calmed down, shame and doubt started to grow in place of the peace in his head...
Cursing, Harry retracted his hand from inside his trousers and grappled for his wand, which was in his front pocket. And cast a cleaning spell on his hand and trousers, effectively getting rid of any evidence of his randy behavior.
He couldn't believe that he just did that...! And on Ginny's bed, of all places, too! Shame grew heavy on his mind, and started a sick feeling in his stomach.
The Dursleys were right all along... he really was a freak...
No! His mind rebelled. He wasn't a freak!
Despite the terrible location, what he just did was completely normal. Hermione was right about that.
It may have been wrong to wank on Ginny's bed, of all the places, but it wasn't as though he intentionally set out to do it here. He should feel regret over masturbating here, but it not guilt. Because it wasn't as though he had hurt anyone.
He just had to remember in the future, that there was a time and place for this.
Harry sighed, calming down from his panic, and started to relax. Before he cast another cleaning spell on the bed, despite the fact he didn't actually get anything on it, and he was still fully clothed.
It wasn't long after, when Ginny came out of the bathroom and carefully parted the curtains and climbed back into her bed.
Before either of them said a word, Ginny pulled the curtains tightly shut, before she turned back to Harry. Her eyes were still hard, as she was probably still frustrated by what had happen moments ago. And her long, red hair was piled into a complicated knot on the top of her head.
Harry was still struck by how beautiful she was. Even after the last few months, he still wasn't used to it... and he didn't think that he ever would be.
"Hey," He said, evenly. "Thanks for, you know, sticking up for me, with them."
Ginny smiled at him, her hard eyes softening. "It was nothing. You would have done the same for me, I'm sure."
Harry nodded seriously. "In a heartbeat."
And he knew it was true. If any random bloke was talking about going up to Ginny, and attack kissing her, he would have thrown a fit and very likely would hexed a whole lot of male bits, if they even dared.
They settled in to conversation again. The other girls in the room had stopped playing the game, after Ginny had told them off, and was instead gossiping about random, unimportant things.
Eventually, it got to be too straining on their bodies to sit in an upright post for so long, and Ginny suggested that they lay down while they waited for the girls to fall asleep.
And so, Harry was laying next to Ginny, the both of them staring at the roof of the canopy, and laughing about complete nonsense.
...
Harry woke, feeling warm but a tad uncomfortable. At first, he was confused as to where he was, and how it had gotten to be dark and quiet in the room, when it had just been alight with candles and torches, with the chattering of teen girls in the background.
Then he felt a shifting on top of him, and he righted his glasses that were askew on his face, then peered down to see...
Ginny!
She was still fast asleep, her body half on top of his, and one of her legs was thrown over his lap... where his erection was poking at her skin through his trousers...
But he didn't worry about the burning in his loins at that moment. He was far too entranced by the beauty that was sleeping on top of him.
Strands of her red hair had fallen out of the knot on the top of her head. Her head was rising and falling with his every breath, as her cheek was resting on his chest. And her long lashes were fluttering as she dreamed...
He had never seen her look more peaceful and angelic.
How could he have ever been so lucky to have her in his life? He really must have done something right in his life, to deserve her presence.
A loud and lone snore suddenly escaped her, and it broke him from his trance. Harry struggled to keep his laughter at bay, because the movement would jostle and wake her. It seemed that no matter how much she changed over the years, she would still carry that Weasley trait...
Harry reached for his wand and cast a tempus charm for the time. And was saddened that it was time for him to leave if he didn't want to get caught. Lest, he accidentally fell asleep again.
He carefully extracted himself from underneath Ginny, and grabbed one of the extra pillows to replace his body that Ginny decided was a good pillow.
And it was as he was kneeling next to her, he found himself entranced once again, as she subconsciously burrowed her head in her sleep.
So, he really couldn't help himself as he leaned forward, and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek.
"Sweet dreams, my firecracker..."
Then he tore himself away, before he would linger any longer. Grabbed the broom and basket he had brought with him, and flew out the window into the chilly air.
...
It was a couple of hours yet before dawn. So, Harry thought that it would be nice to channel the rebellious spirit of his father and Sirius, and stay out even later, riding his broom for a bit.
As he thought back on the way he spent his evening, he couldn't help but smile at the fact that James Potter and Sirius Black would be immensely proud at the fact that he spent the night in the girls' dorms. And not only that, but in the bed of a beautiful girl.
He wondered how they would react if they were still alive, and had somehow found out... they would no doubt tease him about it for ages, then would proceed to supply him with loads of tips and contraceptive charms.
He thought back on what Ginny had admitted was her most embarrassing moment... that Percy gave her an impromptu sex talk in a very public place and at too young of an age. And Harry couldn't help but wish that he had someone who had embarrassed him with a sex talk. Not that he wouldn't have been mortified if he ever did get one... but, it would be nice to know that someone cared about him in the way that they wished that he wouldn't prematurely mess up his life through sex...
It was now only two hours before dawn and Harry was getting cold, which no amount of warming charms could cure the bite of the wind. He decided it was time to lay down for a few hours before breakfast.
Harry flew to his dorm window, and quietly opened the clasp, and landed with his feet on the dorm floor. He dismounted his broom, and put it in his trunk, trying not to make a sound, at least not any sound that was louder than Ron's snoring. Then, he stripped down to his boxers, and climbed into bed, pulling his curtains shut tight.
Harry settled himself underneath the blankets, basking in the warmth of the thick quilt. And he casually stretched his arms, so that his head was resting on his head, wearing a satisfied smile.
Things were really starting look up for him... because if things kept going the way they were going with Ginny, maybe it wouldn't be too long before he could make his move. Then he would be Ginny's, and she would be his...
The thought sent an involuntary gleeful smile on his face. Thinking about more nights where he would wake up to find Ginny in his arms... her cheek over his heart.
The whooshing of his bed curtains being forced a part startled him out of his reverie, and two hand grasped at his bare shoulders and brashly pulled him from his bed.
He was pushed against the wall forcefully, the back of his head hitting the hard stone of the castle wall...
"Where the hell have you been, Potter?!" An angry voice spat in his face.
Still reeling from the dizzying sensation of hitting his head, Harry looked up to see that it was Dean who was holding him to the wall, yelling at him.
"What the bloody hell...?" Ron said, sleepily from his bed, the noise having roused him from his sleep.
"ANSWER ME, POTTER! Were you trying to fuck my girlfriend?! Trying to make her into your little whore?!"
Despite the ache from his head, Harry saw red at his words. And started to struggled against the hold that Dean had on him, wanting to fight him for the slanderous words he just said about Ginny.
But it seemed that he didn't have to fight back very much at all in order to get free, as Ron had run forward and tackled Dean to the floor, and punched him in the face. Beating him in a classic muggle fight.
"What did you bloody say about Ginny, you prick?!" Ron grabbed him by the shirt, pinning him down to the floor with his knee, then shook him violently.
Despite that a part of Harry enjoyed seeing the prat get what he deserved, he knew that he couldn't let Ron take his rage out on Dean. He staggered forward, still dizzy, and reached out with his hand on Ron's shoulder. "Ron... mate, stop it."
Ron shoved Harry's hand away, and shook Dean again. "So, help me, Thomas, you better damn well have a good reason for calling my sister a whore!"
At this point, Neville and Seamus had gotten out of their beds too, and helped Harry pull Ron back. Seamus stayed behind as Harry and Neville dragged Ron out of their dormitory.
"You don't bloody deserve her!" Ron snarled as they dragged him away, "So help me, I will find a way to get you out of the picture! Your days are numbered, you prat!"
As soon as they lost sight of Dean, it was easier for Harry and Neville to lead Ron down to the common room, and sit him down on the couch in front of the fire.
"You aren't going to go charging up there in an angry rage, are you Ron?" Neville asked, after a minute of Ron calming his breath.
Ron scoffed, "No. Just... keep him away from me. Before I hex him into next week."
Neville nodded seriously, before going back up the stairs to see how everything was back in the dorm. Leaving Harry alone with Ron.
Harry was busy fighting his own anger with what Dean had said, to no be much help with trying to calm Ron down. So, they were both silent for a long moment, each trying to work through their rage and frustration.
"Since when was Dean such a prat?" Ron asked suddenly, his question breaking Harry's thought.
Harry shook his head in a tired way, and replied, "I think he always was one... I mean, you saw how both he and Seamus treated me when they thought that I was the heir of Slytherin during our second year..."
Ron nodded his head as he contemplated this. "And the beginning of last year when they didn't believe you when you said Voldemort had returned."
"Exactly." Harry said, a new wave of anger overtaking him.
They thought on this for another long moment, before Ron suddenly made a disgust noise in the back of his throat.
"I hate him with Ginny!" He raged. "She deserves so much better than him. At least someone that will treat her with respect! I just wish that you would..."
Ron trailed off, looking as though he had been about to say something that he wasn't supposed to. Harry looked at him inquisitively. "I just wish that I would what, Ron?"
Ron swallowed heavily and ran a hand down his face. "It's nothing, mate… Just forget that I said anything."
Frowning, Harry found that he didn't want to just forget it. Something inside him told him that he shouldn't let this go. "No. Tell me what you were going to say."
It was obvious to Harry that he was making Ron feel distinctly uncomfortable, but he found that he didn't care. He had lost his patience for things hours ago. So, Harry evenly stared at Ron in an expectant way, watching him fidget in discomfort. "Fine!" Ron finally said, "But you asked me to say it. So, don't get all mad at me if you don't like what I'm about to say."
Harry nodded seriously, accepting the conditions and ramifications of what he was about to hear. Ron took a deep breath before continuing. "I was going to say that I just wish that you fancied Ginny…"
Harry's jaw dropped.
"I mean, you have to look at it from my point of view, Harry!" Ron continued quickly, misinterpreting Harry's shocked expression. "You two are obviously perfect, in my opinion. I mean, who better deserving for my sister than my best mate? Someone I can trust to treat my sister right, and is already close to the family. Hell, you are family, Harry!"
Harry opened his mouth to intervene, but Ron didn't give him the chance as he continued his passionate monologue. "In a way, I understand why Dean is so jealous of you when it comes to Ginny. I mean, Ginny has fancied you for years now! And if anyone could get Ginny to split up with Dean, it would be you. I think that for her, it will always be you…"
Harry couldn't really find the words… He was in absolute shock at all that Ron was revealing to him. To think that all this time, he could have confided in his best mate… told him how he felt about his sister. He had been afraid for nothing! Ron wasn't angry at the thought of Harry and Ginny together! In fact, he was bloody well encouraging it!
Despite himself, Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing at the bubbling joy that threatened to boil over in the pit of his stomach. Because Ron wanted Harry to be with Ginny!
"Well, you don't have to go laughing at what I think…" Ron said, offended. "Is the thought of being with Ginny really that weird for you? Because I think that if you only just spent some time alone with her, then you could change your mind! I mean, she did do some growing up this summer, and she has a nice face…"
With each word that Ron spoke, Harry couldn't help but laugh harder. With it going so far to the point where he had to clutch at his sides, for fear that he would burst.
"Oh, come on!" Ron exclaimed, annoyance in his tone. "You won't even reconsider? Not even for your best mate, you wouldn't-"
"No! No, Ron!" Harry managed to say, as he tried to calm himself with great effort. "You don't understand…! I do fancy Ginny!"
It was Ron's turn for his jaw to drop, as he eyes bugged out wide. "Y-you do?!"
Harry nodded happily, now excited that he didn't have to keep it secret from Ron anymore. "I was so afraid to tell you, too. I thought that you would murder me for even daring to fancy your sister… you don't know how relieved I am to hear that you are alright with it."
Now, Ron just looked confused. "B-but if you fancy her… then… then… WHY THE BLOODY HELL HAVEN'T YOU MADE YOUR MOVE?!"
Staggering back at the sudden verbal accusation, Harry scrambled to reply. "Because Hermione told me that she had moved on from me when she found out-"
"Wait!" Ron interrupted, "Hermione knows?!"
Harry looked at him, deadpanned, wondering if he was serious. "Hermione knows everything."
It only took a few seconds for Ron to think that over, before he nodded. "True."
"Anyways, Hermione told me that Ginny had moved on with Dean… and when I implied that I wanted to try and steal Ginny from Dean, she scolded me about, 'how I would feel if Ginny was my girlfriend, and some other bloke came along and tried to break us up…' Or something along those lines."
"To hell with that logic!" Ron bellowed. "In fact, I'm going to help you! With the both of us working at it, it won't be long before we get Ginny and Dean broken up!"
A mischievous grin grew on Ron's face that would make Fred, George and Ginny all proud.
"Fine. But we have to do this the right way. Because Hermione does have a point… and I want to be worthy of Ginny. I want her to actually start to like me again before her and Dean break up…"
Ron scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Honestly, I doubt that she ever stopped fancying you. Even if she is in denial, and is lying to herself to make her feel better, she still has feelings for you."
Hope started to spark in his chest. "You really think so?"
Ron looked at him in a very serious manner. "Harry… If I know my sister at all – which, I do – I know that she always had and always will have a thing for Harry Potter. No amount of random boyfriends will ever change that fact. Because it was just like I said. In her eyes, it will only ever be you…"
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