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her fingers brushed a smooth, yet misplaced and crooked, chin. When they fluttered to lift his face to meet hers, she felt the softness underneath and couldn't stop a smile crawling onto hers.
When the butterflies escaped from her sleeve, she rose her eyes to meet the male's ones, as practised relentlessly.
Dark chocolate clashed with her own heterochromia ones. - She almost laughed at his wide-eyed expression but at the last moment she held it down.
But then, this boy's face morphed into something much less laughable.
His lips stretch to a smirk, his eyes changing from wonder to express playfulness.
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"I must confess Monsieur Fred Weasley, age isn't very attractive on you"
