𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟓𝟎 - 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 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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"𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚?" 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 as he peered into the back of the car, where he could see bundles of clothes and blankets organised into piles in the back seat, in the boot he could make out the tops of more bags and various items but what intrigued him more was how Ron and Phee had chosen to decorate the roof of the interior; all along the roof were pictures of their loved ones, of their journey, the largest one was their wanted pictures that were thumbtacked to the top, right above where their heads would've been, he smiled at it, as he reached up to take it down he stepped back out of the car to look at it under the setting sun. "You gonna frame this?"

Ophelia smiled as she leaned her face into his shoulder to look at the picture fondly, as she spoke "Yeah definitely, I'll be making copies of it for everyone too..." her eyes returned back to Harry who was not looking at the poster in his fingers but instead the girl on his arm, the girl on his arm who he had thought about for every minute of every day since she left his sight, the girl on his arm who simply looked too good to be real, too brilliant to even be possible and she was wearing that goddamn smile, the same smile in that poster, the smile that he knew she only wore for him -- as he folded it away and he slipped it into his back pocket, he reached around to move her so she was standing in front of him.

His hands rediscovered her hips, his thumbs slipped between the cracks of her t-shirt and jeans to graze the warm soft skin beneath it, his eyes dilated as he felt just how warm she actually was, he was surprised steam wasn't emitting between them, maybe there was but he just couldn't see past her.

"Don't need a copy," he whispered, "I've got the real thing, right here."

Harry was looking at her like that again, with those deep emerald eyes that stood out so brightly against the brilliant white of the snow surrounding them, his black messy hair had overgrown a little and was hanging just over his glasses and she felt as he brought one of his firm hands tracing along the side of her figure to catch her face in his hold, his thumb pressing down on her lips to part them — his own mirroring them naturally at the feeling of her hot breath brushing against his skin.

"Do you have any idea, any idea what you do to me?" He asked her in a voice that sounded quite omniscient as he dragged his thumb across her lip, gently pinching it every so often, "Without you, I lose function, I can't think of anything but you — you occupy every corner of my thoughts, every avenue I could go down you are there waiting— when you're not near, your ghost is and I'm reminded of you, everywhere I go, everything I do, every night I dreamt of you and your voice and your touch and it was never as close and as precious as the real thing."

He brought her other hand up to his face so he could feel it against him, her fingers were cool to the touch as he clasped his hand on top of hers, he looked between her eyes and her lips, both were so addictive he could hardly decide between the two.