"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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"If the feelings are mutual, the effort will be equal."
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August 31st, 1995
It was the last day of the holiday, and Harry was obviously trying to take advantage of the fact that it could be their last time in a space to themselves for months because it was still before noon and his hands were already freely exploring beneath Jupiter's (Harry's) t-shirt as he attached himself on top of her.
After several weeks of Jupiter berating Harry for leaving extremely obvious bruises on her neck, they had come to an agreement that he could only do it in places that couldn't be as easily seen.
Jupiter lay back against the pillows, a soft smile playing on her lips as Harry's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin. The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.
"You're getting bolder," she murmured, her voice tinged with amusement as Harry's lips brushed against her collarbone, where he knew the marks would be hidden.
Harry paused for a moment, his green eyes meeting hers with a mischievous glint. "Well, we did make a deal," he replied, his breath warm against her skin.
Jupiter rolled her eyes, though her heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze. "Just remember the agreement," she reminded him, though her tone was more teasing than stern.
Harry chuckled softly, his hands continuing their gentle exploration. "I remember," he said, his voice low and affectionate. "I wouldn't want to get on your bad side again."
She laughed softly, her fingers threading through his messy hair. "Good. Because you're already on thin ice for other reasons."
His expression turned more serious as he propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Still upset with me about the broom thing?" he asked, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek.
Jupiter sighed, her smile fading slightly. "It's not just that," she admitted. "It's everything that's coming. This year at Hogwarts... it feels different."
Harry's brow furrowed slightly, his fingers stilling on her skin. "Different how?"
She hesitated, searching for the right words. "There's this... tension. Like we're on the edge of something big. And I worry about you, Harry."
"You don't need to worry about me, Jo," he smiled lightly. "It's not like I ever get into trouble or anything."
"Shut up, Potter," Jupiter said, fighting back a smile as she gently ran a hand through his hair again. She could never get tired of that feeling. "You're really stupid, you know."
