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Poppy froze.

She bolted up straight, bringing the blankets with her, the static of the night, almost fusing it to her night shirt. Again, a tap tap, she shot a nervous look at her window, and was tempted to yell for Jerome, when she threw her shoulders back, deciding to be a grown up about this. She pulled on her robe as she pried the blanket from herself. She pushed her curtains apart, half expecting to see the floating ghost of her dead grandmother, but there was nothing there, but the stars twinkling in the sky. She pushed the window up, and stuck her head out, the cold air refreshing on her warm face. She looked down, and all the fears she had disappeared.

Harry, of course she should have known. He smiled up at her, dropping the pebbles in his hand. "Hey gorgeous," he called, smiling wildly, his perfect teeth gleaming up at her. Poppy laughed, at how ridiculous everything was

"You almost gave me a heart attack,"

"Sorry," he whispered, looking up at the house. He took a few steps back "Now I'm no vampire, or werewolf, but…" he took a deep breath, running at the wall, Poppy stopped breathing, as he caught hold of the vinery, and scaled it quickly, catching her window cill, and his feet finding grip on the branch of a strong tree.

"Actually pretty impressive," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him. He responded eagerly, but managed to pry himself away to peer behind her

"This is your room huh?" he grinned, "Very you,", and it was very Poppy. Female singers, dotted in posters around the room, a thickly covered bed, an organised desk, drawings hung up everywhere, an old radio, that looked like it might still work, and of course, a Poppy flower on her door. He rested forward on his shoulders, sighing contentedly.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered in wonder, pulling a leaf out of his hair absentmindedly, he leaned into her touch

"Missed you," he whispered, green eyes gleaming. Poppy smiled, biting her lip

"Jerome is in the next room. My mum is upstairs." She cocked her head "You were totally born in the wrong century, you know, girls would be head over heels for you in the 19th,"

He smiled, "Are you saying girls aren't head over heels for me now? Hate to toot my own horn but, a fair few maidens have-" he chuckled when she whacked his shoulder. "Nah, you're the only one for me," he smiled. Poppy's eyes widened slightly

"Heavy." She whispered, Harry leaned back suddenly, eyes wary, as if he'd said too much

"Sorry," he whispered "I…I didn't mean t- I-I just thou-"

"No I mean," she licked her lips, wanting to rid his face of the hurt expression that made her hurt "It's just, well," she gave a nervous, apologetic laugh "We're not gonna be together forever are we? This isn't serious?"

"Yeah, o-of course, you're right," Harry nodded, he suddenly felt ridiculous, what was he doing here? Embarrassing himself in front of her. This wasn't serious. What are you doing Harry? His mind scolding You're being an idiot. "Sorry," he whispered

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"Harry," Poppy sighed, opening her locker, Harry tried to hurry, messily stuffing his books into his backpack "Harry." Poppy said more firmly. He sighed, zipping up his bag, and closing his locker, turning to look at her pointedly. "Listen, I'm sorry if what I said hurt your feelings but-" she stopped at Harry's laugh. She frowned at him, but he shook his head, refusing to explain "No, go one." She ordered, irritated.

Harry shook his head, he looked a mixture between crying and laughing. "Y-you don't realise it at all? Do you? I'm best friends with your brother. I know when he's lying, I can see it in his eyes, so he knows better than to lie to me. And you're exactly like him. I know when you're lying, and you think you can play me, but Poppy you can't," he shrugged, as if it were that simple "You're sorry you hurt me? No. No you're not," His green eyes glistened for a moment, but then faded "You're happy you've gotten through to me, I'm needy, I get that," he placed his palm on his chest "I know I come on strong, and I know that can be scary sometimes, but don't lie. Don't lie and wish I wasn't hurt, when you want me to be hurt, because you want me to get it, isn't that right?"

"Okay," Poppy widened her eyes "You're being really weird, all I'm saying is, that we might wanna stop taking everything so seriously, I mean jeez Harry," she shrugged, looking around her "This is a high-school relationship, it's not like we're both looking to settle down," she pulled at one of her pig tails and Harry stepped back, gripping his bag tighter.

"Well then you don't know me Poppy. I don't go around dating people, for it to mean nothing. I went out with you because I liked you, because I thought it would work. I'm not gonna go around, lying to my best friend, just for some sort of fling. I'm not that guy," he ran a hand through his dark curls "So, I'll be the one to break it off,"

"Harry," she gasped, shaking her head "I don't wanna break it off! I really like you too, but you're ju-"

"Harry," Jerome clapped his shoulder, smiling wildly "Come on mate, we'll be late for maths,"

Harry smiled wryly, still looking Poppy in the eyes "Since when do you care about maths?" Jerome's grip on Harry's shoulder tightened, and Harry realised he wanted to discuss possibilities about the guy Poppy was seeing, or not seeing anymore.

"So done here?" Jerome clarified.

Harry stared at Poppy "We're done here. For good." Poppy watched him, keeping a level head

"Fine." She shrugged, and she turned. Harry didn't watch her go, and Poppy didn't turn back, and Jerome didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

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"I'm really sorry," Mara whispered, she rubbed Harry's arm comfortingly "That really…sucks," he smiled sadly, wrapping his arms around her.

Jerome's laugh caused Harry to look up "What's going on?" he asked bitterly, his voice higher than normal. Mara rolled her eyes, pulling away from Harry, and Harry dropped his arms down by his side

"Nothing," Mara smiled, Jerome eyed the two of them and Mara crossed her arms "Jerome." She said firmly "You've got to stop being so suspicious all the time, Harry is your best friend,"

"Yeah," Jerome whispered, his eyes met Harry, and smiled genuinely "Sorry mate," and despite the trust he felt for Harry, he pulled Mara to his side, and the two walked away. Harry sighed, leaning against the wall, all by himself.

Jenna saw him there, and smiled.

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