DISCLAIMER: I'm not JK Rowling, nor do I own Harry Potter. All ideas are my own.
Before this chapter continues, I would just like to remind everyone that this fanfic is rated M for a reason… take from that what you will.
Despite our initial conversation, for a while we speak no further, apart from the occasional "Do you have this book?" and "Can you make sense of this?".
We both throw ourselves into the research, I'm absorbed in copious amounts of parchment, but unfortunately for me nothing seems to sink in tonight.
To be honest, my mind is too full of today's events to concentrate on any research tonight, but luckily for me the time seems to fly by, and before I know it, it's past curfew.
And so I prepare myself to leave, but when I get ready to haul my legs up, I'm startled by Malfoy breaking the silence.
"So what happened with you and Harrison then earlier?"
His voice is crystal clear, with no evidence of him taking the mick. He genuinely seems curious, as if he really wants to know the answer.
"Nothing major, even though it sounded the opposite."
"I was gonna say, it sounded very heated."
"We broke up, if you can even call it a break-up"
He doesn't seem surprised by this declaration, if anything the shine in his eyes tells me he already knew this.
"Ah, that's rough, I'm sorry to hear it", even though his voice sounds as if he's anything but sorry.
"I'm not", I retort, standing up and stretching my legs, walking over to grab another book.
"Really? I thought you were into it", he muses, grinning at me.
"Hahah, very funny", I smirk back, sitting down cross-legged.
For a moment quiet falls over us again, until he continues.
"Why does everyone think Anto gave you that ring?", he suddenly questions, voice surprisingly clear of all aggression and anger.
I'd expect him to be angrier, if people thought my mum's engagement ring belonged to someone else I wouldn't exactly be best pleased. But then again they don't know the entire story, to them the stone is just that, a pretty rock that glimmers in any rays of light.
The world is pretty shallow and materialistic, a lot of the time everyone takes things for face value. I can understand why people see my ring and think it's just a stunning present from a boyfriend, and won't realise the trouble it's currently causing me because, well, why would they?
Woah woah woah Rose. Hold up. You need to stop calling it 'my ring'. It may sit on your finger right now, but that does not mean that it's yours, you know that.
Yes, I do, I guess it's just become a habit of saying so, let's just hope I never slip up in front of Malfoy.
"I don't know," I quip back, "Why does everyone think you have a secret girlfriend?", grinning at him.
I'm not sure what makes me say it, and I regret it almost instantly, as it just comes so out of the blue.
You know when you say something, and coldness immediately overshadows you, so you have goosebumps crawling up and down your arm.
Yes, that's exactly what happens to me when I say something that I wish I'd never had.
I actually shiver with regret, to the point where I wish I had a blanket, and lo and behold, one pops up right beside me.
Then I regret being cold too, as no doubt the appearance of the blanket is only going to confuse Malfoy further.
But he never takes his eyes off of me.
Instead, his eyes darken, become stormier, and he gives me the most puzzling answer I've ever received.
"Oh it's like that is it Weasley?", he announces, giving me an amused smirk and raising a pointed eyebrow.
Relief washes over me like a warm shower, inviting and very much welcome. He's not taking it too seriously, and has replied with quick humour.
So I go along with it, hoping to direct the conversation back onto a normal path.
"It's like that", I smirk back at him, hoping it matches the one he's just given me.
"Well I don't", he says very matter-of-factly, "If I did have a girlfriend, you'd be the first to know"
Then he stands up, and makes his way to the bookshelf, the clipping of his footsteps accentuating his retreating silhouette.
And so I'm left, in a pile of books on the floor, trying to work out what the hell he means by that.
I'd be the first to know? Would I? And why? Is he going to make it his mission to tell me as soon as he wifes up his newest crush?
I'm sure it's tongue in cheek, and he's just saying it to make banta, but I can't help but feel slightly disappointed.
My stomach drops slightly, a sudden feeling of nausea overcomes me, for god's sake Rose, sort yourself out.
1…2…3…4… come on try and collect yourself…5…6…7…8…9…10… nope, you haven't got this situation under control.
White noise. Blurry, I feel like I'm underwater, drowning in the ringing of my ears.
"Red? Did you find it?"
And suddenly I'm snapped out of it, as if I'm grounded by his voice.
Almost all at once, realisation swamps me.
God Rose, you've got it bad.
"Find what sorry?"
My voice is almost foreign to me, squeaky and high-pitched, like a boy experiencing puberty for the first time.
"The Transfiguration text we need?"
Ah shit, I have no idea what he's talking about.
"No I haven't, I can ask Mcgonagall for it on Wednesday if you like"
"Nah it's no problem, I can get it"
I decide now that it's time for me to go, and standing up I grab my things, cluttering about which alerts him to my departure.
"Off without saying goodbye?", he quips, starting at me with his usual penetrating gaze that makes my heart pound and stomach flutter.
"Never,", I respond cheekily, not letting my nerves get the better of me.
Again I don't know what comes over me for a second, but this time around I'm not angry about this particular sensation.
Ballsy. That's all I can say to describe what I'm currently doing. This is very, very ballsy of you Rose.
Are you sure you're not going to regret this? The angel in my head asks me, before the devil pushes it off of its pedestal and says "fuck it, what's the worse that can happen?"
So I do it anyway,
Slowly, I slink up to him, dragging my eyes up and down his body.
He's done this to me before, so I only think it's fair that I do the same to him.
Once I'm up close, right next to his face, I stroke his cheek, trailing my finger across his face and down his lips.
I can feel his pulse going, boom, boom, boom and the hot air
He opens his mouth slightly, about to ask me in a breathy voice, "what are you doing?", and smattering of red flushes his cheeks slightly.
I've only noticed him blush a few times, I could probably count on one hand I've seen him do it.
Maybe he does it all the time, and he does it so rarely around me, that when I notice it's because it's so infrequent.
Moving up to his ear, I whisper softly "Goodnight", and turn, leaving him alone in the silence of the room, the only noise present the crackling fire that's only appeared in the last 5 minutes.
It's as if I've stupefied him, and I would be lying if I said it didn't feel great to have the upper hand.
Will I regret this? Probably. But there's no point in changing what's done, there's nothing I can do about it now.
For the entire of Tuesday, all I can think about is what the fuck were you thinking last night Rose?
At first I think that I'm lucky that I have free periods all day, as it gives me extra time to sleep, but then at the same time, I wish I had lessons, as it would keep my mind off of the fact that I practically nearly kissed Malfoy last night.
I've really fucked this up haven't I. If there was any chance of us two continuing to work the way we were, my actions last night have certainly put a stop to that.
Deep down, I really hope that Malfoy will forget that something like that ever happened, but funnily enough I really doubt it.
I mean, clearly he has it in him, he's capable of choosing to forget things if he doesn't want to think about them, but only to a certain extent, only if it suits him I guess.
As much as Malfoy and I mess with each other, I like to think that he isn't cruel. Clearly the other day he saw that I was upset, and decided not the push it. But evidently, last night, I was not upset, quite the opposite really, and that means that what I've done is fair game for jokes and taking the piss.
Eventually, I try to distract myself from last night, and decide to focus on actually researching the ring, seeing as I didn't get much done yesterday.
The thing that is stumping me is, well, there is nowhere really to start.
It is a complete dead end, I've scoured every book and there is no evidence of any object in the history of magic refusing to take itself off.
Every time I begin trying to think about it however, the same question and idea swims around in my head, coming right to the forefront of my mind so it's all I can think about.
Does Malfoy know more about the ring then he's telling me?
The fact that yesterday, Malfoy said he wants a Transfiguration book to help him, makes me think that he knows more about this ring then he is letting on.
Surely he must, he must have asked his mum about it at some point or another, or realised that it can't come off.
But then again, maybe that's just me and my secret love for anything that sparkles. When I was little I used to play with my mum's engagement ring all the time, twisting and turning it, I wasn't interested in my toys but rather my mum's wedding bands.
And also, it's Malfoy, he's probably got far more interesting stuff to do.
It's a Malfoy family heirloom, that much is clear, and it wouldn't surprise me if the Malfoys have put some sort of curse on it, which means you can't take it off without sacrificing something or doing something for them.
But then again, why would this ring be cursed? I saw Mrs Malfoy wearing it, and she's not exactly going to wear something that causes her pain. And especially when I think about the fact that, even though I've rarely ever seen Mr Malfoy, I know that the pair simply adored each other, and he wouldn't make her wear something that brings her harm.
Also, I've been wearing this ring for nearly 2 weeks now, and no harm has come to me since, except the odd verbal dispute of course.
So no, I can rule out the magic being similar to that of a horcrux.
And that's exactly what I do, I cross that line out in deep black ink with my quill.
It may sound silly, but I want to keep track of what the ring is/the magic behind it, so I've dedicated an old notebook to helping me understand the properties underneath it.
So far I have numerous theories:
1. A ring which ensures that you are bound to someone forever.
2. Magic that means you can never take it off unless you achieve something (giving an heir maybe)
3. The ring has to be won off of you (battle of women wanting to be Malfoy wives? Ego inflating?)
4. Doesn't want to come off because it likes me too much.
Okay, that one I just wrote because I couldn't think of anything else and wanted to make the list longer, that way I'd actually feel like I was getting somewhere.
5. Ring containing dark magic (similar to that of a horcrux)
Right, I can safely cross that one off now, so I'm left with my 4 theories.
I've taken this ring at face-value, it looks like a ring, so therefore it must act like a ring, but the fact that 1. It's a Malfoy heirloom and 2. Malfoy is reading into it, I can't help but question whether he knows more.
Against my better judgement, and my will, I know I need to go and speak to him today, and see if he's secretly harbouring more answers.
Before I do so, I quickly rummage through my bedside draw and pull out the bundle of parchment, now tied in navy rope.
I haven't checked these letters in a while, as nothing has really popped up, nothing much of interest anyway, nothing that helps me in taking this bloody ring off.
Today, the fancy, loopy scrawl reads
"Make sure you know what you want Rose, my son isn't one to be kept waiting."
Every single piece of so-called advice I ever get, seems to be written in some sort of code that I am yet to understand. It's as if it's encrypted, and I need to find the key to unlock the answers.
I'm starting to think that, with the Malfoys, it seems to be puzzle after puzzle after puzzle.
I allow this new piece of information to flitter about my head, as I make up my mind and compose myself, plucking up any inch of courage I can find to go and get Malfoy.
As I run down the cobbled steps, I bump into Lily, who's desperately trying to tell me that Al needs me.
"Rosie! Al is looking for you everywhere - he thinks you're avoiding him!", she whines like a toddler, tugging on my arm.
"Well maybe I am Lily. Anywhere, there is somewhere I need to be, if he really needs me that badly, he can find me himself"
"But, but - "
I don't let her finish her sentence, as I'm out of the door before someone else can try and hold me up.
My thoughts are consumed with Malfoy, I know I'm seeing him tomorrow night to continue with the research but this is something that I just wanted to get sorted now.
I'm rather impatient sometimes, I know that, if I want something done I want it done now. Once I've put my mind to it, I'm rather unstoppable.
I get it from my Mum, that much is obvious. My Dad often says that the pair of us get this glazed look on our face, wide eyes and a wistful appearance which means we're off in our heads working away on our challenge.
Dad and Hugo have learned to just let us get on with it now, and not interrupt us, they know better than to interrupt us when we're in the middle of something.
And that is why I need to find Malfoy, so I can put my mind at ease for the day, and focus on something else, like my endless amounts of homework, or the fact that I haven't even bothered trying to get back into Quidditch recently.
I know I'm still not allowed back on a broom, so it would be pointless trying to mount one anyway, but I should probably attend a couple of Quidditch practises if I stand any chance of staying on the team once I fully recover from my injury.
Speaking of, I know that I feel 100%, and ready to go back into the game whenever possible, but Madame Pomfrey doesn't quite agree with me, and you know how it is with her, what she says goes.
Also speaking of the devil who gave me this injury, where the fuck is he?
I'd like to think that he isn't, in fact, avoiding me, and is nowhere to be seen because he's busy studying, I rather doubt that he's using his free period to willingly revise. Nah, he's probably off pissing about with his mates somewhere.
Checking the Quidditch pitch, the Great Hall, the courtyard, the black lake, he is simply nowhere to be found.
That's until it hits me, and I feel like a fucking idiot.
Not only do I find him in the place where we literally agreed to meet and were in yesterday evening, it's the place where no one wants to be found.
He wouldn't be here unless he had a reason, and now here he is, in the flesh, staring me down with his intimidating gaze.
"Thought I'd see you here Red,", he murmurs, looking at me slightly shiftily.
Fuck. He feels awkward. Why did you think last night was a good idea Rose I ask myself, internally kicking myself over and over.
Words tumble out of my mouth before my brain catches up to it, great start Rose, nice one.
"I have questions.", I begin, not allowing any sign of shakiness to be present in my voice.
"So do I,", he answers me promptly, walking up to me slowly, like I did to him less than 24 hours prior.
Step by step, I retreat, until I can move no further, and am stuck up against the wall.
Wow. This is a real sense of deja vu.
"But you first,", he continues, trailing a single finger up my leg.
Ah, I guess this is two can play at that game, hey Malfoy?
Clenching my thighs together, I speak in what I hope isn't a trembling voice.
"Why do you think you'll need the Transfiguration book?", I query, attempting to look anywhere but his bright blue orbs.
"Because it's help me get that ring off your finger", he replies, continuing with his pathway, making his way up my body and across my hipbone.
Well that was helpful, I want to say sarcastically. I got no answers out of that apart from the obvious, so I go to ask another question.
"Ah, no, no, no,", he tuts at me, suddenly pressing one finger against my lips and placing his other hand against the wall.
"You've asked your question, now I get to ask mine".
My head is screaming at me to run, but for reasons of cowardice and fear, not because I really want to.
I'm trying to ignore the waves that are rippling through my body, all a consequence of his lone finger drawing lines and patterns across my skin.
In actual fact, I'm enjoying every second of this, and a moment of bravery allows me to reach out and trace my hand against his jawline .
All at once his eyes snap to mine, looking up from wherever he was previously gazing, and he gives me a look that makes me melt under his touch.
Heat. That's what I can see dancing so vividly in his eyes. And I know with every bone in my body that I'm reciprocating that same look back.
"You haven't asked your question", I mutter, catching his eyes drop down to my lips
Ah, so that's where he was previously looking.
"Tell me Red", he starts, "If not Anto, then who is it you fancy?"
"Who said I fancy anyone Malfoy?", I retort softly, aware that my voice has since dropped an octave.
"I heard you talking to your cousins Weasley, unless you're going to try and spin that you just said that to get them off your back"
I take a sharp intake of breath before replying.
"That's exactly what it was Malfoy, don't get it twisted"
"Hm sure sure, okay then, my next question-"
"-Hang on it's my turn-"
"I don't think so Red, you don't make the rules"
All of a sudden the heat blazing through my body is too much to handle. I feel as if each hair is on fire, stood up ready to light a huge blaze.
It's as if the rest of the world stops spinning and goes out of focus, and all I can see is him. It could be seconds, minutes, or hours, but all I can concentrate on is the man before me, who is focused on me just as clearly as I am him.
The world could go up in flames, or fall apart, and I wouldn't notice.
The sensation of drowning again is back, but not in a negative way, if that even makes any sense.
It's as if I've been saved from drowning, by him, my ears are still filled with water but all I can see is his platinum blonde hair tumbling into his piercing eyes, accompanied with his signature smirk.
Whispering in my ear, clearly trying the same tactic as I did with him, he mutters something under his breath in a hushed tone.
"When are you gonna admit that you want me just as much as I want you?"
Shock. Alarm bells ringing. Panic at Disneyland, as the muggles say.
Has he just admitted to wanting me? Surely not. No. This is just some sort of trick to get on my nerves and try and play with me, some sort of payback for what I did last night.
There's no way on earth that he truly does, he can't, nope, no way.
Or at least that's what I think.
That's until he places one chaste kiss under my ear.
Fuck. He wasn't joking.
He starts trailing them down my neck, from right underneath my ear, down my throat, until he ends up at my collar.
His other hand has moved from leaning up against the wall, cupping my back, bringing me closer to him.
Feeling as if I'm paralysed, but in the best way possible, all I do in response is breathe heavier and sharper, each intake of air is let loose with short pulses, until it all becomes too much and I let out a moan.
I can't help myself, I feel as if all my Christmas's have come at once, and from the hardness against my leg I can tell he's feeling the same way.
The utter joy that has engulfed me, along with how turned on I currently feel, is like no other.
This is finally happening, something I've only entertained in my head as a passing fantasy, I close my eyes and take in everything that's going on right now, everything he's doing to me, the way he's making me feel.
Lost in paradise, that's the only way I can describe it.
And I don't think it can get any better, until it does.
Our lips connect, and all I can see is stars. If this is what it's like kissing Scorpius Malfoy, then I never, ever, want to stop.
I've never really believed it, watching muggle films, when they say that they kiss and immediately everything falls into place, that is until now. As cliché as this may sound, it feels as if his lips were made to fit mine, as they move in perfect synchronisation against one another, two puzzle pieces coming together for the first time.
I never want this to stop. Maybe I forget that it's Malfoy I'm kissing, yes, that's what it is, I tell myself. It's just the fact that the kiss is so good, it has absolutely nothing to do with the person I'm kissing.
I feel like screaming out in annoyance when he pulls away and returns to kissing up and down my neck, one hand nestled in the nape of my neck, and the other gently caressing the top of my shirt.
That is, until a slow trickling noise appears, of paint peeling away, and the dawning realisation that someone is coming into the Room hits us both like a ton of bricks.
We both jump away from each other, looking back at one another with our flushed faces and heaving chests.
Eyes bright, heated, lustful, we just gave at one another, it's clear that neither of us can believe that just happened.
It's weird that I want to do this, but instead of running away, or feeling embarrassed, all I want to do is laugh.
Not in a mean-spirited way, but in a, omg, did that just happen sort of way.
I always do this, whenever I feel awkward or don't know what to say, I just laugh, I guess it's a coping mechanism of mine. Whatever happens, in any scenario, I will end up inappropriately laughing at some point or another.
Faint footsteps grow louder and louder, and I'm snapped out of my daydream, suddenly confronted with the reminder that someone has entered the room.
It's not until I hear the low questioning tone of "Rosie?", that I know exactly who it is.
Albus fucking Potter. What a way to ruin a perfect moment.
I've never wanted to punch the boy in the face more than I have right now.
I guess I'm lucky though, that we heard him when we did, as I can't imagine he would've addressed us both in the manner in which he did if he'd caught us in the position we were in 5 seconds prior.
"I need to talk to you", he announces sharply, completely disregarding the fact that Malfoy is here with me.
"Can it wait?,", I ask, forgetting how needy that sounds, as if I want Al to fuck off so I can snog Malfoy senseless.
Which I do of course, but he doesn't need to know that.
"I'm kind of in the middle of something here Albus"
Something is an understatement. I don't know what the fuck that was, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it; all I want is Al to go away so I can see what happens next.
"No Rose", he snaps dryly, "It can't wait"
That tone tells me everything I need to know. Somethings happened with a girl, and here he comes crying to the counsellor.
I swear to god, if he is about to bitch to me about Eliza, I'm just not going to listen to it, not after everything that's transpired so far.
"I'll leave you two to it then.", Malfoy mumbles, his normally calm persona completely shattered, it's clear someone's ruffled his feathers.
For a second a warm sensation of smugness touches me, knowing that it was me who's done the ruffling.
"See you tomorrow Rose", he says, turning on his heel and strutting out.
As he walks out, I can't help but think that his eyes lingered on me for a second too long, in the glance that he threw over his shoulder oh so quickly. It's one of those blink and you'll miss it moment, so I'm very glad my eyes were wide open just then.
But then again, what do I expect? Only 2 minutes ago we were up against the wall with his face in my neck.
"Since when did Malfoy start calling you Rose?", Al accuses, giving me a hard look.
"Since when did you become a fuckboy?", I spit back angrily.
I am angry, one because of what he's done to Alice, and two because of the situation he just dispersed, but I know it's unfair to give him slack for the latter, how was he to know?
However he has raised a good point, when did Malfoy start calling me Rose? Surely that's just a one off, I've never ever heard him address me in such a manner before, unless he's taking the piss out of my nickname Rosie Posie.
It must have been a slip of the tongue, kissing someone's neck doesn't exactly invite you to start calling your enemy by their first name.
And that's when it clicks for a second.
I don't think that Malfoy is really my enemy anymore. Yes he pisses me off and drives me crazy sometimes, but I don't get the urge to shove him off a cliff when I see him, not like I used to anyway.
Stop it Rose, you can think about Malfoy later, stop letting him distract you from the current task at hand.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Al retorts, an offended tone to his voice, waking me up from my thoughts.
"Sure you don't. How about we begin back right at the beginning. You and Eliza broke up, so you used Alice as a rebound and then dumped her when Eliza was interested again, leaving Alice heartbroken."
Oops. I didn't mean to drop Alice in it like that, she asked me not to. But actually, you know what, Al needs to realise the consequences of his actions and what he's done, it's not fair to people.
"Us girls have feelings Al! You can't just fuck and chuck a girl like that! Especially after she's had feelings for you for so long."
"Woah woah woah.", Al begins, holding his hands up defensively, "You don't know what you're talking about. One, we never fucked -"
"-Oh for merlin's sake Al that's not the point-"
"- and two it's not like that. Unless it wasn't meant to be like that. I never wanted to hurt her Rosie, I promise, please just hear me out"
Deciding that, given the situation, that is probably the most mature thing to do, I give him the silent treatment and sit on the leather sofa that's just appeared behind me.
I do nothing to encourage him to talk, but I guess he takes my silence as acceptance for him to begin his little speech.
"It's true, in the beginning, Alice was just a rebound. We agreed just to have fun, and that would be it, nothing more than friends with benefits. I was using her to get back at Eliza, and Alice was using me just as much for a good time. But then it changed. Ball dates were suddenly on the cards and I realised I like Alice a lot more than I was letting on. So I went to see Eliza, who'd been harassing me ever since she found out I was with Alice, to tell her that it was truly over. Once I did, I went to see Alice again, but by the time I did, she didn't want to see me. I saw her storm out in the Great Hall and I never realised it was over me! Then I realised how much she really liked me, and I was so excited to tell her I felt the same, only for her to tell me she wanted nothing to do with me, and for me to leave her alone. I've been crushed Rosie, really, and I need your help, I don't know what to do"
As he speaks, his eyes flitter to and fro, agitation evident in his troubled face.
Letting out a big breath of air, I can tell he's genuinely worked up about this, and is struggling to put his emotions to words. I know this is hard for Al, he's never been great at explaining how he feels, so this will be a lot for him.
However that still doesn't explain the entire story, just how did Alice get the wrong end of the stick?
"Okay Al. I'm hearing you. But I still don't understand why you were in the Great Hall laughing with Eliza the other day? And in Defense, when you were both absent, what the hell was that about? You can't sit there and tell me that you look perfectly innocent."
"I was laughing at Eliza, Rosie, not with her. I know it looks bad, but she suggested getting back together and I laughed in her face, I would never dream of getting back together with that cow. And as for the yesterday, I skipped Defense because I thought I was coming down with dragon pox. I don't know what the hell Eliza was doing, and really I don't care, but she wasn't with me."
I know he's telling the truth, as he's looking me straight in the eye and not touching his ears.
That might sound like a really stupid thing to say, but I've known Al all my life, and can spot his lies from a mile off.
Whenever he's lying, he always absentmindedly touches the back of his ears. I don't think he realises he's doing it, but in a way that makes it perfect, as it totally gives away his agenda.
"Okay Al. I believe you. And as for Alice, I think you need to tell her exactly what you've just told me. There's no other way to go about it."
"But how? She can barely stand to be in the same room as me!"
"You'll find a way", I offer him quite unhelpfully, patting his knee and rising from the sofa, "Come on, I want to go to dinner early, we can catch up over food."
It may sound like really useless advice, and quite frankly that's exactly what it is, but Al has to be the one to figure out what to do here. I've heard him out, but all of it needs to come from him. They won't be able to form a stable and healthy relationship if they constantly need input from other people.
"Alright", he says, taking my arm as I haul him up, "You've got a lot of explaining to do young lady. What's this about Anto getting the boot?"
We're out of the door now, wandering down the concrete staircase.
"Oh, just something I should've done a long time ago."
"Oh really, is there any particular reason why?", he queries, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I have a feeling he knows this exact reason why, but am grateful that he doesn't cut straight to the chase.
"Let's just say Al, you're not the only one who's had a lot of thinking to do".
Thick, musky notes flutter through the air, a hint of apple and cinnamon, a perfect wintery scent twirls under my nose.
A certain blonde haired Slytherin comes to mind, one who has clearly just been walking these halls.
I can't help but giggle, and press my fingers to my lips, feeling as giddy as a child that's just had their first kiss.
Yes, I think things are finally looking up.
Can you believe we're on Chapter 20?!
I'm thinking that the story will probably have about 40 chapters in total, so we are halfway there! Length could change, but that is the plan for now.
I hope you're all doing well - please keep reviewing if you're enjoying!
I'm still sick with COVID-19, so will try to update as soon as possible.
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"This is exactly why I needed this book, I can tell something's not quite right with it", he declares triumphantly, striding around the room as if he's just won the Quidditch World Cup.
"What do you mean not quite right?", I question, grabbing the book out of his hands and quickly flicking through each page.
It's only when I come across a dog-eared one, that I know exactly what he means.
Merlin, how could I be so stupid?