Her lips were delicate and virtous, yet so nefarious, drawing him deeper into what he had already fell into. Her innocence was like an intoxicating drug to him, wanting nothing more but to feel the high of it all. His sinful ways were an addiction to her, wanting him to corrupt her ethical mind and send her into euphoria. Two divergent minds, had somehow integrated into a deviant and such a demurring narcotisation. [highest ranking - #46 in fanfiction]

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

❝ SOMETIMES, LOVE HURTS. ❞ She pours tea for him. This doesn't seem like anything great but it's deeper than just pouring tea. It's the way she pours tea for him; the way she does it as gently as possible; the way never fails to let her arm brush against his for a moment or more, if she can manage it; it's the way she bends down and blows air above the tea three times to cool it down because she knows he will forget to do so and burn his lips. It's the way this happens every Sunday, Harry's day left for Lily, and the way they both cherish it. ┍╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┑ ╎ copyright © believeinmeee ╎ ┖╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┙ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ “pour is pourfect.” - hanstir [@gaygaybans] who is better than everyone on the face of this earth for creating a pun of such a high caliber.

Life is about to "change" for 18 year old Hannah when she meets a mysterious boy, Harry, who seems to be an expert at hiding secrets.