"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮"
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IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Cassiopeia Lestrange thought she could escape her family's dark legacy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but in her second year, Tom Riddle's diar...
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"The beautiful thing about true love is that the truth in our hearts will last forever."
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-JUPITER-
As they hurried down the zigzagging stairs of the Burrow, Jupiter leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. "What the bloody hell was that?" she hissed, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one else overheard.
Hermione grinned, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You know exactly what that was, Jove!" she said knowingly, her smile widening when Jupiter groaned and rolled her eyes. "Harry was obviously flirting with you."
"No, he was not!" Jupiter protested, though a hot flush crept up her cheeks, betraying her. The thought of Harry flirting with her sent a weird, dizzy feeling to her head. "Harry doesn't have a single flirting bone in his body."
"Well, that's unfortunate for him," Ginny chimed in, smirking. Hermione stifled a laugh, hiding her mouth behind her hand.
"Ginny, that is not what I meant," Jupiter mumbled, nudging her friend in the side.
"Hey, you set me up for it," Ginny shrugged, holding up her hands defensively, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes unfading.
"I can talk to him if you'd like," Hermione suggested as they stepped into the bustling kitchen. "Try and find out what's going on in that brain of his."
Before Jupiter could respond, Mrs. Weasley appeared, hands full with an assortment of serving dishes. "Girls, can you take these plates to the garden?" she asked, pointing toward a stack of mismatched plates on the counter. Without missing a beat, the girls each grabbed a pile, and Ginny held the back door open with her foot as they made their way outside.
"No way Harry will actually admit anything," Ginny laughed as they passed through the door and into the sprawling backyard. "Even if he does fancy you, he probably doesn't know it himself."
"She's right," Jupiter sighed, placing her stack of plates carefully on the long table set up in the garden. The table was draped in a charming, slightly frayed tablecloth that danced lightly in the summer breeze. "You can try if you'd like, Hermione, but I doubt it'll work. Plus, I don't want to make anything awkward for nothing. It's just a small crush; I'll grow out of it."
Ginny raised an eyebrow as she set down her own plates. "How long have you fancied him, Jove?"
"Er..." Jupiter muttered, eyes fixed on the table as she arranged the plates, doing her best to avoid their curious gazes. "First year."
At this, Hermione and Ginny burst into a fit of laughter, their giggles echoing across the garden as they finished setting the table. Over by the hedge, Bill and Charlie had apparently abandoned their own task of arranging tables and were now engaged in an impromptu duel, crashing the tables in the air above them with playful spells.
