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Mess of Perfection It’s eleven oh nine, and in precisely fifty one minutes he’ll be eighteen. He tells me this while tracing the shape of my jaw with a forefinger. He cradles my face in his hard, calloused hands, worn from the rigours of Quidditch. I smile into his palm, feeling like I can’t love him more than I do now. But then he kisses my forehead, and I do love him more. |
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