❝Jinxed by a Crazy Love ❞ || HP (EDITING)

Epilogue

This is my first time standing in a kitchen, trying to make something- Hope this doesn't get jinxed and makes this place a mess, I'll never clean up even after I die, hahahaha~

I am Y/n Nova Mal-

Sorry, I'm Y/n Potter, as we got married in the chapter before. 

Harry has been quite happy about me staying with him forever, our rings exchanged and souls tied together in a tight knot nobody can undo it. He literally does most of the cooking while I sit and give a review- Today is the day where I prove myself a worthy asset for this kitchen-

Yes, I'm making a cup of coffee-

This is my first time trying to brew a muggle coffee, as you see I'm born and brought up in a pureblood, rich family, I never considered getting out of my bed- One spell and everything appears infront of my mouth. 

'Are you done, Y/n/n?', his voice comes from the living room. 'It's been an hour since you went into the kitchen- should I-?'

'Shut up and stay where you are-', I warned. 'I'm almost done making it-'

I poured whatever I mixed into our matching mugs, and look them with me as the lights in the kitchen went off by itself. Don't worry- I'm still in the Wizarding world. I wished I knew a little bit of managing the kitchen.

'Here', I said as I gave him his mug filled with- uhm-- not-so-coffee-but-a-coffee. 

'Does it taste good?', he asked me before the contents could touch his lips. 

I shrugged. 'Who knows? taste and die if you wanna', I chuckled at his unhinged expression. 

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of it and made a weird face. 'Ew-'

'Told you my kitchen-life-skills are at 'Dreadful' now-'

'It was always at the 'Troll' stage, not the 'Dreadful'-ouch!', he exclaimed as I gave him a little smack. 'But the taste of you is my idea of luxury, like-- the opposite of this liquid'

'Thanks', I grinned. 'It's called coffee by the way-', I pushed my mug aside because I know it tasted like shit. But I love him for being honest. 

'Mind if I teach you the art of making the perfect coffee?', he smirked. I nodded. We both made our way into the kitchen and I watched wide-eyed as Harry made two cups of coffee like a pro. 

'That's how you stir 'em up', he said while putting a spoon into the first cup. 'Woah- cutie- what are you up to?', he got a bit scared when I hugged him from behind and eventually started acting cool to cover up his embarrassment. 

'We were just kids', I laughed. 'You remember my sorting ceremony when our eyes met- and Dumbledore said I got sorted into Gryffindor because the sorting hat chose us as soulmates-'

'Wait- he said that?!', he started giggling. 'Literally? he was making fun of you back then and you believed it! oh my Godric!'

'Oi, stop making fun of me!', I pouted as he handed me over a cup, from which a sweet fragrance arose, my taste buds started to cheer up. 

'Looks like someone doesn't want coffee?', he took the cup away. 'Well fine then-'

'No no no! wait! I want it!', I protested shamelessly and took the cup from his hand. 'No one can make a perfect coffee as this!', I said as I sipped my first sip.

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'Wanna have a dance with me, your highness?', he said as he bowed his head a bit down, just like a prince. 

We were both dressed up in formal wear, he wore a suit and I stood before him in a gown. 'Yes, my prince. We shall', I said with a smile. 'Oh and before that!-', I took out my wand and summoned a vinyl  which started to play "Lover by Taylor Swift"

We slowly waltzed around the living room, which served as our imaginary hall filled with people who stared at us dancing, and women looking at us with jealousy flooding over their hearts. I looked at him straight in his green eyes, which were reflecting my face, telling me I was the one he wanted for the rest of his life. Just like a drug. 

He leaned closer and said, 'Forever?'

I leaned in as our lips were almost touching and a spark was about to be ignited, 'Forever and Always, love'

Our lips met, marking today as the best day ever, dancing to the best song ever.

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