regret, harry potter (rewriting)

forty

Today was Hogsmeade day and the newly established couple decided to spend their day together. With it being their first official date together, Aurelia couldn't help but feel her stomach swirling, doing somersaults. Things were the same with Harry, feeling his palms grew damp by the minute as his heartbeat grew louder by the second.

"Ron, should I wear this one or this one?" asked Harry, showing his best friends two of his trousers for the twentieth time.

"Bloody hell Harry, the pants you're wearing now are fine. Aurelia will be fine with anything you're wearing. You could be wearing the ugliest shirt and she'll still think you look bloody attractive," Ron snorted.

"You don't know that. She rejected me twice."

"Yes, but not because of your looks. Trust me, she thinks you're probably the most attractive guy there is by the way she's looking at you. At least that's what Hermione told me," Ron shrugged.

"Merlin, I'm so nervous." Harry jumped around the room. "I shouldn't be jumping, it'll make me sweat."

"Bloody hell, calm down you idiot!" Ron threw a pillow at Harry. "You got her flower bouquet, she's going to be fine."

"Why should I take dating advice from someone who also denied his feelings for years." Harry narrowed his eyes at the redhead.

"Hey! At least I didn't get rejected twice!" exclaimed Ron.

"Well wish me luck," said Harry nervously.

"You'll be fine." Ron took his steps towards his best friend and patted Harry's back. "Now go!"

With steps of agitation, Harry marched towards the sofa and waited for his curly-haired girlfriend. With a bouquet gripped tightly around his hand, his feet kept bouncing up and down, expecting the appearance of his girlfriend.

"Is that for me?"

The sound behind him startled him for a second but once his brain rewired, acknowledging the familiar sound of a certain someone, the swooping feeling came back to greet him.

"Yeah," he breathed out, "it's for you."

Harry stood up and faced his girlfriend with a barrier between them, the sofa. Aurelia walked sheepishly to get a full look at her boyfriend. Once there was no barrier between them, the two wouldn't stop gaping at each other.

"Are we going to stare at each other for the whole day like an idiot?" Aurelia spoke up.

"I could." He smirked at her.

Shaking her head while holding her grin, she snatched the bouquet from his grasp. "I'll take this upstairs. Don't you run away, Potter."

Before he could answer, she already sprinted to her room.

"The flowers are beautiful by the way!" she screamed.

"Don't you dare to ditch our first date, Aurelia!"

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Thankfully, neither of them ditched their date.

"Where do you want to go, love?" asked Harry as he intertwined their fingers.

"I want some butterbeer," Aurelia replied, grinning widely at him.

"Let's go to Three Broomsticks then."

Bells ringing decorated the pub once they opened the door. The lingering smell of Aurelia's favorite drink was so alluring that her mouth and throat dried up, begging to be coated by the cream soda.

Harry pulled her to the table in the corner of the room, sitting next to her. Judging by Aurelia's expression, Harry wasted no time ordering their drinks.

A guy who seemed to be around their age served their drinks. His eyes were lingering longer on Aurelia, making Harry narrowed his eyes at him and tightened his grip around Aurelia's waist protectively.

"Thank you for your service," said Harry hoarsely.

"Oh yeah, thank you, Mr. Potter." The guy gulped and nervously stepped away from their table.

"You know he's checking you out, right?" Harry told his girlfriend.

"Really?" Aurelia frowned. "Why would he?"

"You're bloody gorgeous, that's why."

With her heart fluttering, Aurelia pecked his lips, turning his cheek red.

"Well don't mind him, last time I checked I'm with you," she assured him.

"Yeah, I just don't like it when guys are checking you out when your boyfriend is right next to you," Harry sighed.

She sighed and decided to kiss his lips, leading to a mini subtle snogging session for fifteen seconds until they pulled away, grinning widely with their plump lips, looking at each other.

Harry stared at her in awe the whole time she was talking. She was telling him about everything she did when they were absent from each other's life. He liked that she had a blast back then but his heart clenched that he wasn't there with her. The information she highlighted was the scrapbook she made, consisting of pictures of her from her first year until now. She called it her school yearbook.

"That's why I've been taking a lot of pictures this year, it's for my seventh-year section."

"That's amazing. . ."

"But er- I'm sorry you're not in my fourth until sixth year section — well also the seventh year last year since you went Horcrux hunting," Aurelia told him guiltily.

"No no no, that's alright, it was my fault," he assured her. "At least I'll be in your seventh-year section now, right?"

"Yeah, now I have to do it, you're my bloody boyfriend," she sighed. However, the corner of her lips twitched upwards.

"Godric, you should've been grateful that you're dating the Chosen One," he said cockily.

She rolled her eyes but grinned at his cockiness. She wouldn't admit it to him, but she likes it when he's all confident.

She adored confident boys.

Harry suddenly cupped her face and started to kiss her again. His hand went to the nape to deepen the kiss. Still grinning, she pulled him closer, gripping the shirt he was wearing.

"You got a bit of Butterbeer cream love," he whispered once they broke apart, still cupping her face.

"You could've told me."

"But where's the fun in that?" He raised his eyebrows amusedly.

The whole time they were in the pub, he noticed a lot of people kept staring at their table – girls, and boys. Aurelia mentioned it was probably because of Harry, which was partially true. Harry noticed some guys, even girls, lingered their gaze longer than they should to Aurelia as well.

Feeling proud she was with him and not them, he kept his touch on her, looking unbothered at those people.

"Let's go to Honeydukes," she suggested.

"Sure." He nodded beamingly.

Once they were outside, walking hand in hand, she said, "People kept staring at us there – at you."

"Yep, you told me that already love," he replied, rubbing her hand with his thumb. "They were staring at you too."

"You," she corrected him with a sour face.

"Are you jealous, Aurelia?" He looked at her amusedly.

"Of course I'm jealous. They were full-on checking you out, in the open. Hello? His girlfriend is here," she huffed.

Harry stopped their tracks and pulled her into a deep kiss, feeling his insides bursting in serotonin. "You're so sexy when you're jealous," he murmured in between kisses.

"Oh. . . " She pulled away, looking at him. "Does it make you feel special, Chosen One?"

"Fuck, I like it when you call me Chosen One," he said before he kissed her again as she wrapped her hand around his torso.