𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟏𝟒 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝙺 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 -- 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 -- 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 <𝟹

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"𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙊𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙇𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙮--"

"No, Hello, my name is Ophelia... Le Fay," corrected Harry in parseltongue as they walked together down to breakfast the following morning, they were a bit slower than usual because Ophelia appeared to have developed a slight limp that only those who paid close attention to her might have picked up upon but Harry apparently didn't mind, in fact he was quite endeared to it and kept grinning down at her every so often, recalling the previous evening.

"The L is the hardest part of it, listen... Lemons, Lists, Lips, Lizards, Lilypads--"

"Alright, alright." she responded in English, "Hello, my name is Ophelia Le Fay." How was that, any better?"

"A little, though you have a bit of an accent when you're talking."

"Oh I'm sorry." she said in an irritated tone as she tripped on an uneven step exaggerating her limp a little worse which caused him to smirk proudly "I'm just hissing at everything."

Harry grinned, "Yeah, but you're getting better already... we'll keep practicing."

Holding her hand he helped her sit down at the breakfast table across from Ron and Hermione who were evidentally insistent upon remaining silent with one another, except Hermione appeared to notice Ophelia's limp and narrowed her eyes from across the table at her two best friends who kept glancing at one another with dumb grins on their faces.

"No, you didn't." said Hermoine in horror as she reached across to move Ophelia's hair from her neck to reveal a map of lovebites stretching from her jaw down past her neck and beneath her shirt along her colorbone and beyond, "You absolute idiots, do you have any idea how many points we'll lose if you two get caught?" she hissed in a whisper at them as the couple played dumb and surprised.

"Caught--?" questioned Ron sitting up a bit better, "What?"

"Our best friends have been... copulating like rabbits, it's the second time this week and if you get caught I'm not covering for you I don't care if we're Head Boy and Girl you two should be setting better examples."

"Wait... no," said Ron his expression warping into one of boyish pride as he gave Harry the most man hand slap he could give, "Damn, i thought you came in a bit late last night you dirty dog... where did you do it?"

"Ronald!" hissed Hermione, "i don't care to know."

"Yeah, I think it's best we keep it that way." said Ophelia as she glanced around at the plates piled high with food that was probably prepped on the same counter she was copulating on last night, even though she had made a point to sanitise it the thought of it was enough to make her cringe.