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○ 3.9 :: Morning Routines (Part 2) ○

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This is part two of chapter 39. I'll probably put the two parts together in about a week or so and dedicate the whole thing to whoever is next in line to receive a dedication. The first part that's in italics is the bit at the end of the last chapter.

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"If I let you braid my hair, will you leave me alone?"

"Possibly."

More silence.

"Fine," Harry conceded. In my excitement I immediately span around and faced him, clapping my hands in anticipation. "I haven't even finished your hair!" He pointed out.

"Too bad," I said shortly. "Now turn around."

"Can you even reach my head?" He asked teasingly, but handed me the brush and did as asked anyway.

I actually had to go onto my tiptoes to be able to reach the top of his head, but of course he didn't need to know that.

After a few minutes, my side began to ache again, and I was tired of having to stretch so high just to simply brush his hair. "I need a few... minutes," I huffed tiredly, leaning one hand against the wooden desk again.

Harry turned around and grinned. "You alright?"

"Fine."

"Do you need me to sit down?" He smirked.

"...yes," I grumbled in defeat.

"Anything for you, love," he said sweetly, but the smug undertone was undeniable.

"Oh, shut up," I scoffed, swatting at him.

He pulled the chair out from beneath the desk and dropped into it, his smirk never faltering. "Sure thing, Munchkin."

"I'll be sure to make your hair extra ugly then," I warned him.

"Whatever you say sweetheart."

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"You look ridiculous," I cackled, clutching my stomach. I had been going to braid all of Harry's hair, but after just two braids on either side of his head I'd gotten bored and thrown the rest into a manbun. It could have looked worse, I guess.

"Hm..." Harry mused, tilting his head at different angles so he could properly see his new hairdo. "I think I could rock this."

"Yeah, okay," I said sarcastically. "When did you turn into the Weeknd?"

"The Weeknd is cool," Harry defended.

"His hair, on the other hand, isn't." I tilted my head. "You listen to the Weeknd?"