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A FIC, OMG.
Ship: H/Hr
Title: Five
Rating: Uh. PG-13, I suppose. For no real reason.
Word Count: 1,631
Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT CANON. I AM NOT J.K. ROWLING. AND I DO NOT CARE.
Note: Once upon a time, there was a very old, very ancient meme. With osteoporosis and things. I did it. The End.
( The first is an accident... )
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(That's all, folks.)
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(I HAVE THAT ICON. And we would match, if I was rich and had more space to upload. But I'm not, and I don't. So.
Never mind.)
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“That’s what you always say,” she says. “’I’m fine.’ It’s okay not to be, you know.”
This line is just so brilliantly true of Harry; he does always seem to say he's fine.
She leans across the table, fingers curling around the nape of his neck, and pulls him closer. There’s time to think before this one, and he can’t decide how he feels about that, if he likes the pounding it causes in his chest or not. “I kissed you back,” she murmurs again before their breaths mingle and their noses touch and she closes her eyes.
There’s something different about the situation now that it’s out in the open; something a little more relaxed, not quite so frantic. He doesn’t know what to call it, exactly, this brushing of lips and swelling of hearts.
The word right comes to mind.
LOVE, love, love this part! So beautifully put.
The last line is classic.
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