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Liquid Luck (Harry/Fleur)
"Harry! I hope I am not interrupting." Fleur Delacour, or Fleur Weasley as she was technically called these days, was standing on the front step of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, holding a leather folio in one hand and looking like she'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Which was unfair, really, because it was half seven on a Thursday evening and Harry was wearing joggers with a hole in the knee and had pasta sauce on his shirt. "Not at all," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "Bill…-
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Harry entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ron waving at him. He quickly sat down beside him, but before they could exchange a single word, Moody, who had been standing on the platform at the front of the class, spoke up. “Right, then. All here, are we? Name’s Moody. Defense Against the Dark Arts,what a laugh , as if defense will do you much good when you’re caught in the thick of it, eh?” He barked a short, humorless laugh. “We’ll…-
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The Best Mistake (Harry/Daphne)
The corridor smelled like candied pineapple. Harry tried breathing through his mouth while Slughorn’s hand thumped down on his shoulder. “Now, Harry, my boy, the Christmas party!” Slughorn’s mustache quivered. “Have you given thought to your guest? Young Miss Belby has been asking. Miss Macmillan is lovely, very well connected…” Harry glanced down the hall where Ron was waiting. “Right. Yeah. I’ll be there, Professor.” “Splendid! But your companion is so important. Young…-
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Harry pushed open the classroom door with his elbow, arms full of Honeydukes loot. “Truce offering,” he announced, stepping inside. She was already at the worktable, sleeves rolled and wand balanced between two fingers as she stirred their latest trial base. Her school robes hung open over her blouse and skirt, her tie barely done up and loose at the collar. Her legs were tucked under the stool, socks folded neat at the ankle, and Harry looked for a second longer than he meant to before dragging…
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Harry stepped out of Gringotts and exhaled hard, almost like something had finally let go inside him. That meeting had squeezed him tight without him even noticing. Now it was over. He had seven names on his list. First up was Daphne. Buying her a gift felt more complicated than the others. Ron was easy. Hermione too, once he figured it out. Sirius would be tough, but in a different way. Harry stepped into Astrith’s Atelier, the door clicking shut behind him. Calista looked up from her desk, eyes…
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