“Albus, can I help you?” I asked Albus politely, looking up at him.

“Nah, I’m good. I was just wondering what you’re doing here.” He said.

What does one do in a library?

I know right. He’s so thick-headed sometimes.

“Oh, you know, hunting elephants.” I said casually.


 

 "...The school sure does have it's share of jerks, don't you think?..."

"...Burgers are good.
No they’re not. Try sandwiches.
I have. I prefer burgers. They’re so meaty.
But you can have anything in a sandwich!
Burgers all the way, sucker. Now go away.

Yes, I have conversations over sandwiches or burgers… with myself….

Yeah, that’s me…"

 "...This is NOT happening.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

This is really really bad.

I CANNOT be falling for Albus freaking Potter..."

“I think you fancy me.” Al decided, leaning in.

“Oh, is that it? I fancy you, huh?” I asked.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” he said, “I mean you know I really like you, so the ball’s in your court.” he said.

Uh....

“Dance with me.” I said suddenly.

Oh that's a brilliant way to distract him.

 

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor were in the final.


No surprise there. I mean, I practically predicted it.

Especially with Charlie as a captain, how could they not?

And of course, Gryffindor having Al as captain can only mean a good thing right? Not for us, of course, but you get the gist right?

But he smiled, “No, I don’t have anything else to hide.” He said.

I narrowed my eyes at him to make sure he wasn’t lying; then I smiled too, “Alright. No more secrets though? Please.” I said.

“No more secrets.” He said, kissing my forehead.

“So everything was a lie, than, was it? Just some sort of practical joke?” I demanded, my anger steadily rising.

“Bee, it wasn’t-” Al started to say.

SMACK!

I slapped him across the face, the mark of my palm already beginning to appear on his cheek.

When he winced and touched his face, “I guess I deserved that.” he said.

“Potter, what are you even talking about?” she asked ridiculously.

“You seem to think you can resist me. So we’re going to make a bet. I bet you’ll be the first to succumb to temptation. Whoever resists the longest will win. The one who give in to the temptation loses. Easy.” I said, stepping closer to her. If the close contact seemed to affect her in any way at all, she did nothing to show it. 

"...Now I may not be as perfect as I should be, but I know you better than you know yourself and I will love you more than anyone ever will. So I’m asking you, no, I’m begging you; please give me another chance. Let me prove myself to you. Please.”</ to you was unwarranted. I didn’t realize how much I hurt you and I can’t express how sorry I am. I trie

We stepped inside and my eyes scanned the room for Bree. I saw her near the bar talking to her friend Shane. They both were drinking firewhiskey, by the look of it.


 
Not that it mattered to me.


 
She can do whatever she wants with whoever she wants. 

Albus took a deep breath before looking at me, “You are stubborn. You are rude. You avoid people. You are reckless when you’re drunk and too reserved otherwise. You are condescending and patronizing. You are lazy. You either think too much or too less, there is no in between. You are infuriating and annoying and impossible. But you’re you. And I love you. So why won’t you let me?” he finished.

 15 Years after the epilogue, 20 years after Albus and Bree have graduated Hogwarts, they now send the last of their children off to Hogwarts.