"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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"There was a disturbingly short amount of time between meeting you and wanting to say 'I love you."
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-HARRY-
"She really went rough on you this time, didn't she?" Jupiter sighed as she dabbed at Harry's hand for the third night in a row. Umbridge had kept him for even longer that night, seemingly determined to make Harry hate his life even more. He had never before considered the possibility that there might beanother teacher in the world he hated more than Snape, but he had to admit he had founda contender.
"It wasn't too bad," he shrugged, flexing his hand as she rubbed the cloth against an area of the wound particularly hard. He didn't need Jupiter to know just how bad the detentions were getting. She already had too much on her mind, and he already felt like a burden to her.
"Sorry," she muttered, squeezing out the cloth into a small bowl before hexing more water into it. "Aguamenti."
"It's alright," he said, watching her closely. He knew that she hated seeing him in pain, but he also knew that she was finding some sort of joy in cleaning him up every night. It gave her an excuse to help, and that was all she wanted to do when she graduated. Even though the pain wasn't great, he liked seeing her work. It also gave them a time to be alone. "You're really good at this, you know."
Harry watched her fight back a small smile as her cheeks turned a muted color of pink. "If you say so," she laughed softly. He felt his heart flutter at the melodic sound.
"No, I mean it," he said, his good hand guiding her chin up so she had to look him in the eyes. "You'll make a fantastic healer."
"You think?" Jupiter asked as she lost the battle with her inevitable smile.
"Absolutely," Harry replied, his gaze lingering on her brown eyes. Without another word, Harry landed in, his lips brushing against hers. Jupiter's hand, which had been working diligently on his injury, paused as she responded diligently to the kiss, her fingers cupping his face. Harry yearned for the day when they wouldn't have to search for times to be alone together; he could already see himself waking up in the morning next to Jupiter, in fact, he couldn't see a future where he didn't.
He could see it perfectly; Jupiter healing his bruises after an intense professional quidditch game, then her calling him an idiot for choosing such a dangerous job for a living, then shutting up about it until the next game once he kissed her so deeply that she couldn't think of the words to tell him off.
She pulled away from him, a large smile dawning on her lips. "It'd be best to not let it get infected, yeah?" she said, her cheeks red as she avoided his eyes sheepishly. Harry watched her with a grin as she grabbed the washcloth and re-dampened it.
