Two Angels [h.s]

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Hey pretty people!

I updated and edited all of Two Ghosts! It's the same plot and same everything but bickering and cute little inside jokes were added. I also changed Violet's clothing (phew). It's very cute and if you're looking to re-read it I think you'll like it a lot.

If you've read the original version then you won't know that Violet calls Harry his genie and Harry also calls Violet a smartass and loves when she glares. I put that in here today.

That's it... That's all! They're still the same Slytherin and Hufflepuff we all love.

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It's been a day since Harry and I fought.

After hugging me and apologizing, we came to a deal that he would tell me when the time was right.

I also came to the conclusion that I would work out with him for peace of mind.

It's currently nine a.m and Harry and I are working out in the basement gym. Everyone else is asleep and I watch as he lays down, lifting a bar over his head.

Show off. 

I stand above him, watching his bare chest that glistens of sweat with a pair of black basketball shorts on.

"How can you lift this so easily?" There's gotta be at least two hundred pounds of weight that he's lifting.

He chuckles, lifting it over his head and back down. "Easy, baby."

I roll my eyes, "shut up."

"Come down and sit on my lap, I need the weight-"

"I'm supervising you." I place my hands on my hips as he looks up at me. "I've seen it when you all work out, you gotta have a spotter to catch the weight. I don't want your face to be crushed."

His muscles flex upwards in a deeper breath, "I don't even think you could help. Best off would be for you to scream bloody murder-"

"Hey! I'm strong. Don't make me flex, cause you'll lose."

He smirks, "you're right. That's why I'm safe. Plus I never drop weights. Easy shit." With a grunt, he places the bar back in place above him. With a clank, he's free and he rests his hands on his chest. His eyes meet mine with a persuasive smile. "Sit your pretty little ass on my lap."

I tilt my head, my body above his. "Say please."

He smirks, "Please!" His hands move back, grabbing my thighs as he tries to push me around the bench. "I need extra resistance."

"Fine," I laugh, walking over as I straddle his body.

Resting my hands on his chest he smirks before lifting again.

This morning we started by going on a run.

Was I a happy camper? No.

Did I participate so I could show off? Yes.

We ran around the forest, taking way longer than necessary because I was dying. He basically ran backwards, whistling, smirking and clapping proud things at me. When he got cocky I gave him a double fuck you before I sprinted. Each time I ran past him, he would try to squeeze my ass. 

I felt like I was a worm and he was a bird trying to eat me.

After running and seeking refuge in our house, I fell like a pancake on the floor. Breathing heavily as he stood above me, he only smirked. "We're not done. That was the warm-up!"

After pulling me up he dragged me to the basement where we boxed.

He put these large and ugly red boxing gloves on my hand. "How am I supposed to pick things up?"