twenty seven | luna

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This song isn't really about the chapter, it's just kinda about wanting to take on another person's problems

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This song isn't really about the chapter, it's just kinda about wanting to take on another person's problems. Which, I guess Harry is doing with Luna. But this song isn't in the chapter, I just like it a lot.

Incase y'all are confused about the layout of their apartment, I made a little drawing lol

Incase y'all are confused about the layout of their apartment, I made a little drawing lol

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Anyways, enjoy! :)

I sit quietly watching Harry dance around his kitchen, perched on a barstool at the counter

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I sit quietly watching Harry dance around his kitchen, perched on a barstool at the counter. I watch the toned muscles in his arm as he chops and slices the ingredients for his simple dish. He says he is just making an easy pasta dish with some chicken, but I am so excited to taste anything he makes with those incredible hands of his.

I smile at him, not saying a word. I don't want to disrupt his giddy behavior as he playfully prepares our meal. He put on some music to fill the silence, and he belts out the song as he cooks, causing me to double over in laughter. He is so completely adorable; my brain can't fully comprehend it.

When he dips his long index finger into the sauce and wraps his lips around it to taste it, I nearly lose my mind. I don't even try and stop myself from staring as his tongue laps around his finger and he sucks at his skin. His eyes meet mine as he pulls his finger out of his mouth and returns to stirring the contents of the bowl. Cheeky bastard. He totally knew what he was doing to me, and he was fucking enjoying it.

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