𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟒𝟒 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎 - 𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚢𝚛𝚞𝚜
𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚔
𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚊

YOU BETTER COMMENT 🔫🥰

𝘿𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚.

"You look terrible," was Ron's greeting as he entered the room to wake Harry.

"Not for long." Said Harry, yawning.

"You in the doghouse?" Asked Ron sitting on the edge of the bed as he tied up his laces.

"No, far from it." Said Harry, "Me and Phee got caught last night and Hermione nearly put our head on spikes."

"Ah I see." Said Ron sounded a tad bit awkward. "Well that's one thing less to worry about then isn't it?"

"What's that?" Asked Harry as he got dressed.

"Teenage pregnancies." Said Ron.

"Oh," said Harry adjusting his belt, "No we're alright thank you very much, a rumour baby is bad enough we definitely don't need the real thing."

"Good thing Hermione's enforcing this rule then, isn't it." Said Ron, "Just to be clear, I had nothing to do with it — if anything it sort of gave me no choice but to interact with her, you don't think it's because she got bored of me and banned you two from messing about because she needed some to talk to, do you?"

"No," said Harry instantly as he messed around with his hair, "That's obsurd."

"Harry, she ate a whole tray of dragon tartar to avoid McClaggen — I'm sure this isn't too much of a step beyond that." Said Ron as he straightened and swooped his hair in different directions in the same mirror Harry had just used, "You don't think I'm making it obvious do you? I'm not being creepy or anything am I?"

"I don't know right now Ron," said Harry honestly, "I'll be honest, I haven't particularly noticed anything."

"Bloody good wingman you are mate," said Ron sarcastically, "Charming that is."

"Yeah alright," said Harry standing up, "I'm gonna check on how Phee's getting on, I'll meet you downstairs."

"Alright." Said Ron, muttering something about abstinence as Harry left the room, he approached her door and saw it was open a crack so he gently pushed it open and his heart practically stopped.

Harry watched Ophelia get dressed from the doorway, admiring every single curve and perfection that he was able to see.

Leaning against the wood of the door with one hand brought up to his mouth while the other rested against his belt quite naturally as he observed her pulling up a pencil skirt over her thighs and bum that looked absolutely flawless in any outfit she wore but this particular one just had him wishing he could take it all off again -- a black and red tweed checked jacket with matching skirt and a pair of black heels -- all in all he couldn't fault the outfit for looking incredible on her, but functionally if they needed to make a break for it, heels just wouldn't do.