Getting Over You
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iii. fearless - 'it's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless'
I can remember our first kiss like it was yesterday. He had asked me out on the last Hogsmeade weekend in my fourth year and we had been sitting in Three Broomsticks talking about anything and everything and anything.
See, the thing about Oliver was that we had so much in common. We could talk about the smallest of topics for hours without ever getting bored.
We went near the Shrieking Shack. Sure, it was scary, but the only private place in Hogsmeade.
We talked, and we laughed, and we smiled. And the next thing I knew, Oliver's lips crashed into mine and we were kissing.
It was my first kiss ever. Fourth year. Oliver Wood. One that would be remembered forever. It was flawless, fearless, all those things. Like we had no care in the world and we could carry on doing this forever.
