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She smiled and waved him off. "You know what I mean."
He leaned in a little, testing the space between them. "No, I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
She stopped smiling, her face serious. She stared at him, like he was the moon, or some other beautiful thing. He didn't know what to do. All he knew was that he wanted, no, needed, to close the space between them. The air felt sparked with electricity and heat, and he felt the need to take that green dress off of her now.
"Harry." She whispered as his face neared hers. He was nearly six centimeters from her face. He could feel her breaths, warm against his lips. He wanted her to say his name again.
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A story in which Harry is in love with a girl who doesn't seem to notice.