"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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"Nothing will change if you change nothing."
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"You're a very horrible blanket," Jupiter said, her hands absently raking through Harry's hair as he laid on her chest, his arms wrapped firmly around her. "I can barely move."
"'S not my fault," Harry mumbled into her shoulder. "Your bed's shrank since fifth year. Nowhere else to sleep."
"You could go sleep in your own room like Ron and Hermione," Jupiter laughed, unable to hide the smile that was pulling at her lips; Harry had been clinging onto her over the past week, and though she teased him about it, she couldn't bring herself to mind.
"Could," Harry muttered, shifting slightly to look up at her, his cheek still pressed against her collarbone. "But your bed's warmer. And you don't snore like Ron."
Jupiter snorted, her fingers pausing in his hair to give a playful tug. "So, what, I'm just a convenient replacement? A quieter, warmer option?"
"Pretty much," Harry replied with a grin, though the way his arms tightened around her betrayed his real feelings.
Jupiter raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. "Wow, Harry, I'm honored. Really. You've made me feel so special."
Harry tilted his head slightly, his grin softening as his eyes met hers. "You are special. But you already knew that."
Her breath hitched for a fraction of a second before she rolled her eyes, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. "Flattery won't save you from crushing me, you know."
Harry smirked, shifting just enough to ease some of his weight off her. "Better?"
"Marginally," Jupiter teased, though she made no move to push him away. Her hands continued their lazy trail through his hair, her fingers occasionally brushing his scalp in a way that made him close his eyes.
Jupiter let her gaze linger on Harry's face as he relaxed against her, his lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks and his features soft with contentment. She didn't say it aloud—because if she did, she might dissolve into an emotional wreck—but she loved him so much it physically ached sometimes.
It wasn't just the way his messy hair stuck out in every direction, or how his glasses were always slightly crooked. It wasn't even the way his green eyes—those impossibly green eyes—seemed to see through every layer of her defenses, making her feel vulnerable and safe all at once. It was him.
Her fingers paused in his hair, her thumb brushing against his temple. She wanted to say something, to tell him how much he meant to her, but the words felt too small for the weight of what she felt. Instead, she leaned down slightly, pressing her lips to his forehead in a lingering kiss.
