Steve Rogers and harry potter story
Alice Scamander is a lovely Hufflepuff and best friend with the golden trio. After the battle of Hogwarts, she decides to take a break for a while and move to New York but ends up on a huge adventure in the world...
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It was time for lunch for the lovebirds. They spent all the afternoon cooking because it would be inappropriate not to have anything for dessert, not even a dozen from the special chocolate biscuits of Alice.
''Even if I love you, I have to admit that you are not a very good cook.'' The girl wiped the remains of tomato sauce from her cheek with a towel. Steve gently took her hand in his and kissed it.
''Thankfully, I will have you here to teach me.'' He winked at her, earning a playful smile from Alice. ''Go change, I will do the dishes.''He leaned closer to her lips and gave her one of those soft sweet kisses.
Alice was the first one who pulled away and went toward THEIR bedroom, according to Steve's words. She went inside, looking in her suitcase to find a blouse to change into, when suddenly she noticed, through the mirror something on the right side of Steve's bed.
She went closer to take a look. For a moment, she hesitated cause it felt like an invasion of his privacy, but her curiosity took over.
She took it in her hand; it was a black-brown leather notebook with white, empty leaves. She opened it and saw some outlines of buildings from the 40s, his friend James and some other objects. In all the drawings, Steve had written the date of the day he made those sketches. As she came closer to the present, she noticed there were more and more drawings of .... her.
Steve had memorised her and drew her like she was in front of him. She was his muse. Every drawing was different. One time, she was depicted as a princess running to her castle or as a fairy surrounded by flowers and animals who died to come closer to her for one stroke in the head.
He even made a portrait of her as an angel. That's what she was to him ... His little angel.
What he was able to do was exceptional. He was able to draw her in different types of themes. She was so mesmerised by his work that she didn't even realise the water from the sink had stopped coming out. This could mean only one thing. Steve had finished the dishes and came into the bedroom.
''Alice''. Instantly, the book fell from her hands as he heard Steve's voice call to her. She turned and looked again at those crystal blue eyes of his. He was standing on the frame of the door with wide eyes.
''Where did you get that ?''
''I wasn't spying on your things, Steve, I swear. I saw it on your bed commode and ...I just ... was just so curious about what you drew and opened. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, please forgive me.''
Steve looked at her for a few seconds, not believing his ears. Every second that had passed, Alice waited for Steve to yell at her for going after his belongings, but... nothing came out of his mouth. Until... he laughed.
