Aurelia [h.s.]

thirty-three

Aurelia smiles as the familiar gravel crunches beneath their feet, "You're so sneaky."

Harry laughs and lightly nudges her shoulder with his own. "If I told you, it would have ruined my grand romantic gesture."

Aurelia stands up on her toes and kisses his jaw, smiling softly to herself. He's so very sweet and she's so lucky to have him. She's known where they are from the moment that they stepped outside of the airport. Harry made sure, in every way that he possibly could, that she couldn't hear the little announcements.

"Romantic gesture? I bet this whole thing was just so you could see my bedroom and boast to my father how great you are."

Harry's laugh echoes down the nearly empty streets as he dips down to kiss her, their walk coming to a brief halt because he's done so. "Absolutely not, I wanted to bring you back to see your parents and to reminisce all of our little moments here. Hell, maybe we'll even pop in for one of dad's sessions."

Aurelia still doesn't believe that those are his only reasons, "C'mon, there has to be a part about you wanting to see my bedroom, just admit it."

Harry grins and swings their hands lightly as they continue their walk, "Alright, you got me. I do want to see your room, but that isn't the sole reason for why I brought you back. Happy now?"

"I'm always happy when I'm with you. Montrevail isn't truly my favorite place because my favorite place is anywhere that you are."

Harry's literal moment away from responding with something very sweet, when someone interrupts their little moment.

"Aurelia!? Is that you!?"

Aurelia audibly groans and mumbles for Harry to keep walking, but the girl has already run up to them and he has no idea what's going on.

"Hello, Phoenix." Aurelia doesn't seem nearly as happy to 'see' her as the other girl seemed to see them.

"I haven't seen you in so long!" Phoenix has a nice smile and she's pretty enough, but something about her attitude doesn't seem genuine and it's not just because Aurelia doesn't seem to like her very much.

Phoenix hasn't been Aurelia's friend since a little while after she lost her sight and Aurelia isn't able to forget how terrible that she made her feel. Phoenix was her best friend since she was little and, when she decided that she didn't want to be friends with her anymore because she couldn't see and because everyone told her that she was some kind of freak, it broke Aurelia's heart.

She really thought, that of all people, Phoenix would've been the one to stay and she was so very wrong. It's hard for her to smile and pretend that everything's alright, but she doesn't want Harry to get into things despite the fact that he will anyway the moment that Phoenix walks away.

Rather than stating that the reason behind her absence was because she hadn't been her friend for years, Aurelia put on that false smile of hers and replies, "I know."

She knows that Phoenix is greedily eyeing Harry and that doesn't help her irritation at all, especially when she asks, "Who's this? Is he your boyfriend?"

Harry stands there silently and awkwardly, his smile not very genuine and it's extremely forced because he can tell that this woman has done something to hurt Aurelia, but he doesn't know what it was.

Aurelia squeezes his hand to calm herself and she continues to smile although this time it's quite smug. "Harry, he's my husband."

Harry watches Phoenix's eyes widen before she masks it with a clearly false excitement. "Oh! You're married? That's great!"