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I watch him with curiosity as he walks over to my bed, taking a folded black piece of clothing I haven't noticed earlier. "You'll need this first." He says, handing it to me and I take it, noticing how soft yet quite heavy it is. I unfold it, realizing it's a black riding hood, looking much like the one in that childhood tale. I watch him with a slight frown, seeing his amused smile as I examine the piece of clothing. Shrugging, I drape it across my shoulders, tying it around my neck before watching Harry do the same with the one he brought for himself.

"So we're going to sneak out?" I ask him and he nods looking me up and down.

"Good thing you're wearing Converse. We'll be walking in the mud for a bit." He smiles, taking my hand in his while pulling me towards my door. I can't help but smile too, the thrill of sneaking out filling my body with adrenaline and excitement, also curious to know where he'll be taking me. "Alright, let me see if there's anyone." He whispers and after quickly scanning the hallway, he pulls on my arm and I follow him quietly. Luckily, we don't come across any guards or maids and we easily make our way towards my piano room.

"Aren't we going to exit by the front doors?" I whisper and I see him shake his head.

"No, silly," He glances at me behind his shoulder. "There's a hidden exit escape in the tea room in case the castle is being attacked. We'll be taking it to leave." My lips form an 'o', surprised that I haven't noticed the exit. But he said it was hidden, so I guess it's normal.

We stop in front of the familiar doors, Harry looking from left to right before unlocking them and we quickly enter inside. I stare at him, seeing his brows pulled low as he steps inside the room, his strong and sharp jaw clenched as he tries to make as less sounds as possible while his green eyes gleam under the lights cast by the few chandeliers. I can't suppress my giggles and he turns to look at me, a smile etched on his face.

"What's so amusing?"

"I don't know, it just feels like we're in a spy movie or something. And your face is all serious and concentrated, it's cute." I poke his ribs and he gives me a smug grin, dimples creasing both his cheeks. He ducks his head down, lips only an inch away from mine.

"You can be my sexy Bond girl anytime." He murmurs and I let out a single laugh, tilting my chin up so our lips can meet before pulling away.

"Alright James Bond, go open the secret door so we can escape." I wink at him.

"007 at your service, m'lday." He bows down in front of me, making me laugh quietly at his playfulness. Spinning on his heels, he walks towards the only bookshelf in the room and I fold my arms on my chest, raising my eyebrows.

"You're kidding, right?" He turns to look at me, confusion written on his face.

"What?"

"It can't be that cliché? You know, the whole pull a hidden book to make the bookshelf slide or turn around the reveal a hidden path in the wall." I scoff and he watches me with a frown then looks back at the books then at me.

"It's not cliché."

"Pretty much, yes." I chuckle and approach the bookshelf. "Let me see. . ." I scan the books, seeing most of them are tales, novels and encyclopedias. My fingers graze over the rough covers and stop in front of a book which looks basically new, except for the few scratches on the top. Rolling my eyes, I pull on it and as predicted, a low grumbling can be heard before the bookshelf slides on the side, revealing a dark hallway with torches as the only source of light. "Seriously?" I turn to look at him and see he's watching me with shock mixed with wonder.