Here's what you missed last chapter:

Harry, a bit tipsy, accidentally spills to friends about his crush on Daphne (who happens to be nearby). Overhearing Hermione badmouthing her, Daphne confronts the group. Although Harry diffuses the situation and escapes, Tracey gives Daphne some encouragement. Days later, Daphne invites Harry to Hogsmeade for a 'chill' hangout at Hogsmeade.

Chapter 2

"After I finish my runes essay, maybe we could then head down to Hogsmeade after lunch?" Hermione suggested as she squared the pieces of parchment that she brought with her to breakfast. It was by now mid-morning, and Harry had spent last night tossing in his bed as so many different scenarios pushed through his head, perpetual and unrelenting. He was up early, and he had spent too much time trying to tame the infamous Potter hair to no avail.

Harry grimaced. "Sorry, Hermione. I'm actually going there after breakfast."

"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow. "That's fine, we can just meet you down there afterwards then?"

"Perhaps," Harry mused, as it was a possibility should his meeting with Daphne go horrendously wrong. "But don't count on it, I've already made plans." He subconsciously drifted his vision towards the Slytherin table, where Daphne was sitting opposite Tracey as usual. She looked rather unamused as Tracey threw her head back in laughter.

"Plans?" Hermione frowned. "Who are you heading to Hogsmeade with?" She realised Harry wasn't looking at her, so she traced his line of sight. Her frown deepened before her jaw dropped. "You're going with Greengrass?"

Harry laughed nervously. "Maybe?"

"WHAT!" Hermione lost control of her voice momentarily, and was flustered when she realised she had drawn the attention of nearby Gryffindors. "Sorry. But when did you even ask her? And she agreed?"

"Actually, she was the one who asked me to go," Harry responded and despite he was still incredibly nervous for the day ahead, he took some joy in seeing the pure shock on Hermione's face.

"That's just – wow," Hermione shook her head in wonder. "You got to tell me more about this!"

"Yeah sure. Maybe when I get back."

Hermione nodded. "Just be cautious, alright? I don't know what she, or her family, is like. It could always be a trap. Just don't be too… blinded, okay?" Hermione, of course, couldn't help but worry.

"I'll keep my eyes peeled."

"Great," Hermione finally smiled thinly. "While you're at it, can you ask her how she's doing with her Runes essay? Also ask her what grade she got in the last Transfiguration coursework. And the Charms practical. And the–"

"I'd love to help you out, but I don't really want to bombard her with these questions," Harry cut in before Hermione got carried away. "I'll try my best nonetheless." Harry sucked in a breath. "I should be off."

"Okay," Hermione nodded. "Well, good luck! And tell me everything!"

Harry wasn't sure he would be too eager to tell Hermione everything should it go horribly wrong, but he bade Hermione goodbye anyway and he left the great hall. He had on his best robes, and he briefly checked if he got any food on them, and to his great relief his robes were still clean.

Now this was the part he wasn't too sure about. Daphne hadn't specified a time they should meet, so he didn't know if he should just wait around the entrance to the Great Hall or find Daphne at her table. He wasn't too eager to talk to her in front of all the Slytherins however, so he decided to just stand around and hope for the best. Of course, the first step was to hope this wasn't a huge prank and she shows up in the first place.

It seemed like forever for Harry as his mind manifested the worst-case scenario, but it wasn't long before Daphne strode out of the great hall. Her eyes briefly lit up as they made eye-contact.

"Good morning," Daphne said as she made her way to Harry, holding out her hand. "I hope you are well."

"Yeah, I'm well, thanks," Harry said as he shook her hand. He wondered if shaking hands was common courtesy in pure-blood culture. "Uh, how are you?"

"Good," Daphne said formally. "I am pleased you are able to make it. I apologise if you had to cancel any plans for this."

"No, no, all's good," Harry reassured. Though truth be told, he would be willing to cancel any plans he had just for this opportunity. "I had nothing planned today anyway."

"Perfect," she said. "Then in that case, should we depart?"

"Um, yeah, sure," Harry smiled weakly. Of course, with Daphne being Daphne, she kept a straight face. Harry wondered if being stone-cold stoic was also common in pure bloods.

Harry wasn't sure how fast he should walk, so he let Daphne set the pace as they made their way out of the castle. It was a strange feeling walking next to a girl he liked. Especially one he had barely talked to and knew next to nothing about.

"So, what have you been up to this week?" Daphne enquired.

"Not much," Harry responded. "A lot of coursework. Didn't really do anything interesting, to be honest." He wondered if his response was disappointing.

Daphne nodded thoughtfully. "Likewise," she said. "I spent my Friday evening completing my Runes essay. That wasn't particularly enjoyable, I must confess."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Hermione's been working on it all week and she still hasn't finished it," Harry said.

"Really?" A small, perhaps sly, smile pulled at Daphne's lips. "That's interesting to hear. In all fairness, I would've saved it for this weekend. But I preferred to finish all my work by Friday evening so I wouldn't have any on my mind today."

"You've already done all your work for this week?" Harry said, gobsmacked.

Daphne nodded. "You can't say the same?"

"Me?" Harry pointed to himself before laughing. "Oh god, no. I could never. But good on you, much more organised than anybody I know."

Daphne glanced at Harry. "Thank you," she said. "Only for this week though. I finished my work early just for this occasion."

"Oh," Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Well, that's really sweet of you."

Daphne nodded. "That's kind of you to say."

They fell quiet again as they walked through the castle, and Harry couldn't help but mentally pat himself in the back for making it to this point. It appeared that talking with Daphne was not an impossible task, since she was pulling her weight in conversation. And she's definitely nicer than he expected. But Harry only had so many ideas for small talk, and if this went on for the whole day then they were doomed.

Harry glanced at Daphne as they finally left the castle and were nearing the station where the carriages to Hogsmeade were leaving. He noticed she was walking a little stiffly and her arms were straight, hands covered by the sleeves of her robes. Granted, Harry was also walking stiffly but that was because he was feeling self-conscious and nervous as hell. Harry wouldn't dare to flatter himself to suggest Daphne was feeling the same way, even though it was likely not pure-blood tradition to walk with all your muscles tensed up.

Daphne finally broke the silence that was slowly getting uncomfortable. "It appears we have missed the ride," she remarked as Harry watched the carriage pull away from them when they reached the station. "Would you prefer to walk there, or wait for the next one?"

"I don't mind either," Harry responded. "Maybe we wait for a bit and if one doesn't come, we walk?"

"Sounds like a smart plan," Daphne responded.

Harry smiled weakly as they fell quiet again and now, he felt a little more awkward than he did nervous. Thankfully, they didn't to stand in the cold for too long as the next carriage came relatively soon. Conveniently, the carriage that came was a two-seater, so no other students would be raining on their parade.

As the carriage parked in front of them, a thought suddenly struck Harry. Was he supposed to help Daphne on? He had no idea if this was a date or not, and it would be pretty bad if it was a date, and he didn't bother. But if this was just a friendly meeting, would it be too much to get on first and help her on?

"Come on," Daphne called, holding out a hand to help him on. She was already on the carriage.

Harry blinked stupidly. So much for any chivalry. He grabbed Daphne's hand, and she hoisted him on. "Thanks," he breathed as he shuffled in his seat, straightening out his robe that was caught under his bottom. It was warm in the carriage and there wasn't too much space.

"This is cosy," Daphne remarked as they started moving.

Harry nodded numbly because all he could focus on was how close their legs were to touching. With the size of the carriage, they were sitting so close that he could literally feel Daphne's warmth radiating off her.

"Is there anything you want to do once we're there?" Daphne said and Harry made the mistake of meeting her eyes, because her face was a lot closer than he expected and he was temporarily stunned. He never noticed the emerald flecks in her eyes, and they were breathtaking. She didn't usually wear much makeup, but she made an effort today and Harry really liked the shade of her lipstick.

"Harry?"

Harry blinked as he snapped out of it. "Yes?" he stuttered dumbly.

"Is there some place you want to visit in particular?" she reiterated.

"Oh, um…" Harry racked his head. "I don't think so. Maybe walk around a little? I'm not sure how long you intend to be in Hogsmeade for."

She looked ahead thoughtfully. "We'll figure it out," she said eventually.

"Okay," Harry said, nearly yelping when Daphne shifted in her seat and their shoulders bumped. He wasn't sure why he was so sensitive to touch all of a sudden.

"Apologies," Daphne said. "My robes were creasing. I ironed them this morning."

"You ironed your clothes?" Harry gawked.

"You didn't?" Daphne frowned.

Harry preferred to stay silent. He suddenly felt a little inadequate.

Throughout morning, they didn't make much more than small talk and to be honest, Harry still felt that they knew very little about each other. They walked through the residential areas, somewhere Harry never took care to visit before for preference of the funky stores the wizarding world had to offer. But it appeared Daphne had a thing for quaint cottages, so it was a somewhat pleasant walk through the quieter areas of Hogsmeade. That said, they didn't really talk much however as neither Harry nor Daphne had found anything they shared in common, so they didn't stray beyond shallow conversation.

It had always been a long shot to be fair, and to the public eye Harry and Daphne would always be two very different, incompatible people. And this might be a case where the public eye was passing the correct judgement. Even then, worst comes to worst, Harry was fortunate enough be here having a shot with her. His nervousness was slowly ebbing away with the realisation that he perhaps didn't have as much to lose as he had initially thought.

They were now sitting silently opposite each other in a restaurant that Daphne had recommended. They had received their drinks first after having placed their order: Daphne opted for some kind of tea, and Harry decided on orange juice. They sipped their drinks absentmindedly as both of them searched for a way to fill the next ten minutes or so while they waited for their food.

"Would you like to talk about anything in particular?" Daphne asked awkwardly and Harry's mind, under pressure, drew a blank. He shook his head.

She pursed her lips. "Unfortunately, I have run out of ideas as well. But we are in luck, because I have prepared for this possibility." She reached into her robes and pulled out a piece of folded parchment.

"What is that?" Harry asked.

"I felt uninspired in the middle of writing my runes essay last night," Daphne explained. "So, I procrastinated by preparing a list of questions I could ask should I ever run out of ideas for conversation. Good thing I did." She looked proud of herself as she unfolded the parchment and cleared her throat. She opened her mouth to speak, but she never said anything. Instead, she frowned as she scanned the page, and then she wordlessly folded it and slipped into her robes again.

"What's the matter?"

"Unfortunately, it was not what I had prepared. Tracey must have switched it." Daphne tutted. "That cretin!" she suddenly said, making Harry jump. "Now I'm not sure what we should do."

"Well…" Harry felt a little mischief spark deep down. "Maybe we could have a look at what Tracey wrote?" Daphne seemed appalled at the idea, so Harry continued, "I mean, it's just a suggestion. Of course, you don't have to share it if you're not comfortable."

"No, uh, it's fine," Daphne said, and Harry noticed this was the first time Daphne sounded unsure of herself. "It is nothing bad. I am just annoyed at her, more than anything." She took out the parchment again and handed it over to Harry.

Now more curious than anything, Harry unfolded it. The first line read:

Your questions are shit Daffy. Here are some that should make your coffee date more interesting :)

It made Harry smile. The face Daphne made reading this was not too dissimilar to when tipsy Hermione called her a bitch to her face last week.

Following that, in what Harry assumed was Tracey's handwriting was a long list of questions. Harry briefly scanned it and he nearly laughed out loud at some of them and made him wonder how Tracey was even sorted into Slytherin in the first place. At the end she wrote:

That oughta do it. Bottom half is for Harry to ask you ;) Gotta give if you wanna take, you know? And remember to smile! I charmed this so it gives you a random question if you're really struggling, just tap this with your wand. Good luck with the home run! xo Tracey

"Tracey is definitely some character," Harry said, impressed as his smile widened. "But what did she mean by the home run?" He looked up and his smile wavered as Daphne looked incredibly unamused.

"Don't worry about it. It's stupid. That idiot." Daphne said, her words detached. "She just ruined it. She also needs to understand coffee and tea are completely different. I hate coffee!"

"Hey, come on, she's just looking out for you," Harry tried. While Daphne's wrath wasn't directed at him, he would still prefer to diffuse it if he could. "I think she has your best interest in mind, and she seems like a really fun person to be around. You guys are really lucky to have each other as friends."

Daphne's glare softened. "Maybe."

Harry scanned the page again. "So… who is your best friend and why?"

Daphne looked momentarily bewildered at this sudden change of topic before she caught on. "This is one of her questions, isn't it?"

Harry nodded. He decided it would be wise to pick a tamer one to start with.

Daphne rolled her eyes. "I know exactly why she wrote that, because she knows I would say that it's her. That egotist," Daphne wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"So it is Tracey, yeah?"

"Yes," Daphne conceded. "We've known each other since we were very young. Our fathers were close friends when they were at Hogwarts. As you can obviously see, I have not managed to shake her off. Not that I want to, to be honest, she is quite fun to be around. She can just be a pain from time to time. I wouldn't say either of us have many friends, so that might be why we're so close."

"Wait, she doesn't?" Harry said, surprised since Tracey seemed like the type that could get along with everybody.

"You're saying you're not surprised I don't have many friends?" Daphne raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"No, of course not!" Harry rushed to say. "I don't know, Tracey just seems like she can make friends easily. Not that I'm saying you can't, just uh, um…"

"Relax. I'm just kidding."

"Oh." Harry said dumbly. It probably would've helped if Daphne gave any indication she was joking, like a smile would've gone a long way. Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"But yes," Daphne said. "I'm not exactly the social type as you have likely realised, and Tracey has struggled to make many lasting friendships, if any. Maybe the Slytherins don't appreciate her, and it doesn't help that Slytherin is quite estranged from the other houses. We have each other though, and that's enough for me."

"Makes sense," Harry smiled genuinely. He would quite like to be Tracey's friend actually. "Your turn then," he said, sliding the paper back to Daphne.

Daphne sighed as she scanned through the list, grimacing a little. Eventually she made up her mind.

"Which stories about you are true, and which are utter bull–" Daphne paused, grimacing again. "And which are not true?" she finished.

"Uh…" Harry laughed awkwardly. "It depends on which stories you have heard about me."

"They're ridiculous, really," Daphne said. "There's this one about the time you opened the Chamber of Secrets and killed a basilisk all by yourself."

"Oh," Harry mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

Daphne sat forward in her seat. "That's true?" she hissed incredulously.

"Um, yeah," Harry said sheepishly. "It's probably not as glorious as what you've heard though."

"That's crazy," Daphne said, and this was the most intonation Harry had heard in her voice. "Tell me everything!"

"Well, I mean…" Harry paused. "It all boiled down to luck, honestly. I used Parseltongue to open the Chamber as Voldemort trapped someone in there and she was going to die if I didn't do anything. I was lucky enough to have the sword of Gryffindor and I used it to stab the Basilisk. I was also poisoned with its venom and Dumbledore's phoenix healed me. Probably wouldn't be here otherwise," he chuckled nervously.

"What on earth," Daphne marvelled. "That's incredible. How old even were you? Twelve, thirteen? I remember when you spoke Parseltongue in front of the whole year in second year when you were duelling Draco. That freaked me out for a while, I have to be frank."

"Really?" Harry gaped. Fear wasn't exactly one of the things he thought he could invoke in people.

"Yes," Daphne said. "Do you know why you are able to speak it?"

Harry shook his head. "No idea."

"Shame," Daphne sighed. "Well, I apologise. I always thought these were just stupid tales. I suppose the one about the dementors were true as well? You can cast a Patronus?"

Harry nodded sheepishly.

"Wow," Daphne breathed. "That's the one spell I can't teach myself. You need to show me sometime."

"Yeah, of course."

"So, I suppose it's your turn to ask now," she said passing the paper to him, still shaking her head in disbelief.

"Right," Harry said, scanning the list of questions. "Maybe we should try Tracey's charm? I'll pick a question at random."

"Oh no," Daphne said.

Harry tapped the parchment with his wand and one question turned a different colour. He didn't know how good Tracey's grades were, but this was a neat piece of magic.

"Right," Harry paused, unsure if it's the best idea to ask it. "So it says… who was your first kiss?" He wasn't a huge fan of asking Daphne this, but it wasn't the worst question Tracey had written so it could've been worse.

Daphne narrowed her eyes. "I'm convinced Tracey only writes questions she knows the answers to. She wants a way for you to know everything she wants you to know about me."

"Oh," Harry said. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, really."

"No, it's fine," Daphne pushed her hair back behind her shoulders and exhaled. "This might be a bit embarrassing, but I have not had a first kiss yet."

"Oh, really?"

Daphne nodded. "As a matter of fact, I've never been in a relationship. As I said before, this is quite new to me and I'm not very good at this kind of thing. I'm not exactly the most social person either."

"I see. Well, for the record, it's the same for me." Harry said.

"How do you mean?"

"I haven't had a first kiss either, or a relationship," he clarified.

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? I find that quite difficult to believe."

"How come?"

"Well, you're Harry Potter!"

"Uh… so?"

"I'm sure quite a lot of people, especially in our year, idolise you."

"Oh. Well, I didn't know that."

Daphne merely shrugged.

"Well, it's your turn then," Harry slid the parchment back to Daphne.

She looked at the questions. "Maybe I'll try the charm as well, since you used it too," she replied. She tapped her wand against the parchment and her eyebrows formed a scowl as she read the highlighted question.

"I don't like this question," she said as she tapped the parchment again. "What? It's not letting me," she said as the parchment shook its dissent against her hands. "Fine," she looked at Harry. "What was your first mem–" The parchment shook again, more violently this time, in her hands. "How does it know–" she paused. She gritted her teeth before grinding out the true highlighted question. "There are so many other interested girls who are…" she huffed unhappily, "much more attractive than me. So, why do you like me and not them?"

Harry stared at Daphne for a moment, and the red flush that was on her cheeks and her sincerely unamused expression made him laugh.

"What!" Daphne said hotly.

"Nothing," Harry chortled. "You just looked very uncomfortable reading that question out loud."

"Yeah, I wonder why!" Daphne snarked. "The first part was absolutely unnecessary. She couldn't have phrased that question in a worse way."

"True," Harry laughed. "Well, to answer your question, it's simple really. I'm pretty sure people just like the idea of me, maybe because of the tales they hear. It's quite hard to say when or why I became interested in you. But you just seem like an interesting person, and I wanted to get to know you more. You're also incredibly intelligent and well spoken. And much friendlier than I expected. Also, for the record, I don't seem to recall seeing any girls much more attractive than you, so I'm pretty sure Tracey wrote that just to tease you."

Daphne's face was still red. "That's really nice of you to say," she replied, smiling uncertainly even though she still looked a bit embarrassed. "I might give a hostile impression to people because I don't tend to smile much. But it's just how I was raised; my family isn't the biggest fan of showing everybody how we feel so openly. I'm working on it though. I hope I wasn't too unapproachable today."

"Oh no, not at all," Harry reassured, and Daphne smiled gratefully as the red slowly disappeared from her cheeks.

The food finally arrived, and Daphne put Tracey's parchment away, and a part of Harry hoped that it would be used again sometime because Tracey did write some interesting questions. Although they probably weren't too appropriate to ask somebody on a first… date? Meeting? He still had no idea what this was.

"So just out of curiosity," Harry said as they started eating. "Which questions did you originally prepare before Tracey switched them?"

"Hmm," Daphne pondered as she set her fork down. "It's funny, I can't remember any right now considering how much time I spent on it yesterday. Damn." She narrowed her eyes as she continued thinking. "Oh, I remember one now. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yeah, of course!"

"Okay." Daphne clasped her hands together and leaned forward. "Can you tell me about a time you had to handle a high-pressure situation?"

Harry looked at her for a few seconds, blinked and then started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Daphne said blankly.

"I can see why Tracey switched the questions now," Harry guffawed.

Daphne had a little frown on her face. "I don't see anything wrong with it?"

"Sounds a little like a question you'd be asked if you wanted to be an auror," Harry explained.

"I thought you did?"

"Yeah but like in an interview! Didn't you say this was going to be chill?" he grinned.

Daphne's cheeks were pink. "You're teasing me."

"Maybe," Harry took a sip of his orange juice. "Well, to answer your question, perhaps the entirety of the Triwizard tournament. That was pretty intense."

Daphne nodded, still a little embarrassed. "Oh yeah? What was it like?"

Harry started to explain his crazy fourth year, and from then on, Harry had a fantastic time. Daphne was much more relaxed and responsive in conversation and Harry could tell her language gradually lost its formality as they transitioned into natural chatter through their meal. He was really happy that Tracey's manoeuvre had opened up their conversation and he made a mental note to thank her the next time he saw her.

When they finished their meal, Harry spent so long wondering whether this was a date or not that before he knew it, Daphne had already paid for half the bill and the waiter was waiting for him to pay for his share.

Ah, so much for chivalry.

Harry suggested they walk back to Hogwarts this time, seeing as he enjoyed seeing the cottages and wouldn't mind walking slowly through the landscape with a girl he felt he had a genuine shot with. They had a pleasant afternoon where they visited most of the interesting shops in Hogsmeade and the occasional silence that they'd fall into was no longer awkward, simply peaceful. Daphne had also taken him tea tasting, where she had ordered a large collection of tea samples of all kinds. It was remarkable how she could remember all the obscure names and could tell which one was which, if not by sight, then by taste.

Harry would never forget the look Daphne gave him when he claimed they all tasted the same. He was surprised he wasn't turned into stone.

To Harry's chagrin, Daphne had paid for the tea since she claimed it was her idea and therefore, she was responsible for the cost. It was also a little disappointing because it possibly meant this wasn't a date after all, as Harry managed to demonstrate exactly none of his gentlemanly traits.

The sun was setting much earlier seeing as they were nearing winter, and the sky was a striking orange as they walked by the fields. Daphne's long hair floated slightly behind her as the wind blew, and Harry felt that funny feeling in his stomach again. It was just like last night when he was wracked with nerves, but this time it was very pleasant.

He had just spent a whole day with a girl he had liked for years. And it went remarkably well.

A week ago, she was just a faraway hypothesis in his head. But now this – this was tangible.

"Thank you so much for today," Harry said as they finally made their way back into the castle. "I had a really nice time."

"I'm glad you were able to come," Daphne responded. "I had a great time as well."

They made it to the staircase where the paths to the Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms diverged.

"So I guess this is it," Harry said, looking around him. "Maybe we could do this again sometime?" he suggested.

Daphne smirked. "Are you asking me on a second date?"

Harry blinked. There was a pause. "Oh, this was a date?"

Daphne blinked. "I thought I made that clear?"

"Uh, I thought you just said we were meeting for Hogsmeade. I could be wrong though."

"Maybe I forgot to mention it. But yeah, I intended it to be a date. Unless you don't want it to be one?"

Harry swallowed. How was he so silly this whole time? This was a date. And Daphne paid for everything!

"No, no, of course I do. I'm really pleased," Harry smiled. "Well, in that case, would you be down for a second date sometime?"

Daphne's smile was warm. "I'm sure that can be arranged."

Harry felt his cheeks starting to hurt with how happy he was. "Let me walk you back then, it's the least I could do."

"Ooh, my knight in shining armour," Daphne grinned. She stepped forward and hooked arms with Harry. "You sure you want to go down to the dungeons?"

"Can't be that bad," Harry shrugged. "You know, the sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. I'm only in Gryffindor because I begged it not to put me there."

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "You are full of surprises."

Within no time, they were standing outside the Slytherin common room, and perhaps fortunately, there was nobody nearby to see the two of them.

"Well," Harry sighed as he turned to face Daphne. He had an idea. "It was a pleasure getting to know you at a greater depth today. I hope we can arrange something in due course." He held out a hand.

Daphne looked bewildered. "Why are you talking like –" she intoned as she shook Harry's hand slowly before her eyes widened. "Oh my god, you're mocking me!" she gaped as she swatted Harry's hand away, but she had a large, unfiltered smile on her face. "I don't like that!"

"I'm sorry!" Harry laughed.

"Oh, you," Daphne shook her head, breathing in deeply. "But yes, we'll sort something out soon."

"Okay," Harry grinned. "Well, have a nice evening then. I'll see you in Potions, if not sooner."

"Great," Daphne said, and she leaned in to hug Harry briefly. It was a short hug, but Harry felt electricity run through every nerve in his body. "See you soon."

Harry waved as Daphne disappeared into her common room, and Harry let out a huge sigh. It was only now he realised how sore his legs were, no doubt from walking all day. But he still had so much energy, pent up with his elation.

"High five," a voice suddenly said, and Harry whipped around. Tracey emerged from the shadows, a beam on her face.

Harry met her high five. "Oh hi, Tracey, thank you so much for –"

"Don't mention it," she winked. "I'm glad it worked between you two." With that, Tracey disappeared into the common room too, leaving Harry nothing but a million thoughts racing through his head.

Thank you all so much for reading, I had a blast writing it. I would love to know any thoughts you guys have too :)