Harry Potter's Terrible guide to wooing a man
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He remembers being a stupid stuttering idiot who couldn't even talk to other people normally, who weren't named Ron and Hermione.
Really he was so pathetic back then, Harry wonders how he could've ever survived that long without the help of his friends.
[ Even worse is the fact that he's such a hopeless romantic]
He remembers being more of a mess when it came to talking to his crushes.
Really, he was the very definition of whipped and fool before and he can't help but stagger backwards from the embarrassment of it all!
That's why it's a must he strictly, rigorously, purely, only follow the rules he set up for himself. That way maybe he'd embarrassed himself less and finally experience the love his parents keep on blabbering about.
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