"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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"I would rather swim in stormy seas with you than sail in calm waters with anyone else."
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-HARRY-
Two days ago, Harry would have thought that asking Jupiter to the ball would be a walk in the park compared to facing a Hungarian Horntail. But now, having tackled the dragon, he found himself wishing he could have another go with it rather than face the daunting task of actually asking her.
He'd planned to do it when Professor McGonagall had them pair up for a practice dance. He could have asked her right then, with the excuse of needing a date. But, naturally, Neville had swooped in, stealing the chance and leaving Harry partnered with Hermione. Not that Hermione was a bad dance partner—definitely better than someone random. But she wasn't Jupiter. No one was.
Maybe Neville had done him a favor. Maybe she would've said no, anyway. After all, she'd pretended like he'd never kissed her. Maybe she regretted it. He wouldn't be shocked if she did. In fact, he wasn't sure why she even fancied him. Sure, he was famous, but that was about it.
Come to think of it, why did he fancy Jupiter? Sure, she was stunning, but she teased him more than Malfoy ever had. Yet, she could knock him flat, and he'd probably apologize for being in her way. He actually enjoyed her teasing, especially when it brought out that rare smile or laugh of hers. If he were honest, there wasn't a single reason not to be mad about her. Not one.
"Listen, mate, she'll say yes," Ron said as they strolled through the courtyard, weaving through clusters of chattering girls. Some of them giggled as Harry passed, casting glances his way.
"Yeah, I thought that until last night." Harry sighed, lowering his head to avoid eye contact with a third-year girl approaching him.
"Hello, um, I'm Suzanne," she said, glancing up at him nervously. She had curly hair bouncing at her shoulders and bright blue eyes.
"Er—hello."
"I was wondering if you'd like to go to the dance with me?" she squeaked out, her face hopeful.
"I've already got a date," Harry replied, watching her face fall.
"Oh, okay," she muttered, retreating to her friends, who cast him curious looks.
"Why don't you just ask Jove?" Ron said, watching Suzanne shuffle away.
Harry sighed, leaning in closer. "You can't tell her I told you this, alright? I... I snogged her."
"YOU SNOGGED—"
"Shut up!" Harry clapped a hand over Ron's mouth, glancing around. A group of Ravenclaw girls nearby gave him annoyed looks. He quickly steered Ron over to a quieter corner in the courtyard.
