Hand holding and passionate kisses in private. Silver rings. White roses. Empty corridors. Starry nights. His cologne on all the sweaters he gives you. Late night walks. Showering together. Fancy suits and dresses. Expensive dinners. Late nights in the library. Kissing his Dark Mark gently. Constantly reassuring him that he's enough. Detailed letters of him explaining how he feels because he can't say all of it out loud. Calming him down after nightmares or panic attacks. Cold hands. Falling asleep in his embrace. Him gently carressing your face after you've fallen asleep. Him quietly thinking about your futures out loud. Parchment paper. Hushed whispers. Teary eyes. Broken promises. Him vowing to never end up like his father. Make-up sex. Him breaking down and fearing you'll leave him or that you no longer love him. Playing the piano together, his hands on top of yours. Short skirts. Crisp white shirts. His patronus becoming memories of you. Him realizing that love IS real. Braided hair. Feminine perfume. Long flowy dresses. Him viewing you as an absolute goddess. You becoming the most important thing in his life. Spiral staircases. Mahogany wood. Silky pillows. Him smiling for the first time in years. Him realizing that you make him happy and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.
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Relationships With Harry Potter Boys.
FanfictionI've done my best to write vivid descriptions of what I think relationships with various Harry Potter boys (and men) would be like. Remember, these are just my opinions. Enjoy :) -Effy