30 Results with the "Short Story" genre
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Summer of ’98 (Harry/Daphne)
The café was called Brewer's, and it served the worst coffee in South London. Harry had tried every item on the menu in his first week, working through them with the grim determination of a man who had nowhere else to be, and had concluded that the filter coffee was merely bad while the espresso was actively hostile. The tea was fine, but that was because tea was difficult to ruin if you had a kettle and a box of PG Tips, and even Brewer's could manage that. He ordered a pot every morning, sat at the…-
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Chapter 2: Under Her Watch
The next morning, Harry found himself slouched in one of the armchairs near the Gryffindor common room fire, feeling like his brain had been scrambled by a rogue Bludger. Last night with Romilda in the broom closet played on a loop in his head. The way she… well, everything, really. And then Penelope Clearwater bursting in like a curse-breaking spell, effectively ending what had been the most intense moment of his life. “You look like you’ve just been expelled,” Hermione said, settling into the…-
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Unforgettable Yule (Harry/Fleur)
The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as students moved about, eager for the upcoming Yule Ball. Harry Potter walked the castle corridors with quiet confidence. His broad shoulders and Quidditch-trained body made him stand out without trying. While other boys nervously debated who to ask, Harry wasn't worried. He knew he'd find the right girl. He just hadn’t decided who yet. As he turned a corner near the library, a soft voice caught his attention. Curious, he stepped into the shadows of a nearby…-
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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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Chapter 3: So Easy
“Well, well, Meester Potter,” Fleur had said, leaning casually against the desk. Her blouse still had two buttons undone, offering a nice view that Harry had tried and failed not to notice. “I ‘ope zat was worth ze risk, non?” Harry had stammered something incoherent, but Fleur just smirked, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Relax, ‘Arry. I will not report you. But…” She tilted her head, her silver-blonde hair cascading over one shoulder, “perhaps next time, choose a less obvious…-
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