CHAPTER TWELVE : A GOBLET OF REALISATION

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(This man is fuming HOT)

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(This man is fuming HOT)

(Ignore the piercings and the imperfect necklace lol)

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(Ignore the piercings and the imperfect necklace lol)



A/n : UNEDITED. Please do comment and vote. I'm already excited for the next chapter ghghghhdhd.




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-THIRD PERSON-




(Y/n) was far from oblivious. While she hadn't experienced a real-world romance before, she wasn't naive. She remained attuned to Harry's glances, actions, and the words he tossed her way. She comprehended it all, yet she consciously chose not to acknowledge it, consistently turning a blind eye and conjuring excuses for Harry's behavior. She attributed his affectionate stares to mere friendly gestures, convincing herself that it was born out of camaraderie. Deep down, fear gripped her, afraid that admitting Harry's true feelings would disrupt the narrative, ruin the plot.

She couldn't accept the reality that Harry liked her. Confronting that truth would mean acknowledging the potential destruction of the carefully laid-out storyline. The unexpected kiss threw her off balance – it wasn't supposed to happen. Panicking, she questioned her own actions, wondering why she didn't restrain herself from succumbing to Harry's captivating green eyes, sweet smile, and tempting lips. Why did he have such an irresistible allure?

Assigning blame to herself, (Y/n) agonized over the possible future with Harry marrying Ginny. Would that still transpire given their current predicament? Frustration mounted as she considered the intricacies of J.K. Rowling's narrative choices. Did the earlier unexpected events align with the established plot, or had Harry acted autonomously, defying the author's original intent?

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