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“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

But since Harry hadn't paid him, he may not agree. Harry bumped his fist on the table. He was close to getting it, but it was working, and it annoyed him. He had to think fast and smart. Then it clicked. He had seen a weird-ass poster on F******k about a certain spy agency, but he scrolled past it because he didn't think he was going to need it. Now he needed it more than ever.

I had to sit at the side because of my injured leg. "Harry, your limbs are well-developed, but your brain is too simple.You are likely to be impulsive." As soon as Blair said this, his words elicited laughter. "What's so funny?" Harry was embarrassed and annoyed at the same time. But our classmates were not afraid of him anymore now that they knew that most of the time, he was just pretending to be fierce.I couldn't help laughing too, and he noticed it. He glared at me angrily, curled his lips, and turned his back to everyone helplessly.

"Hmm... I can’t help but think of some... unusual possibilities." I couldn’t help but laugh, teasing him, "You mean... a closer relationship?" "Bingo!" Harry responded excitedly from the other end of the line. "I even bribed the hotel staff to pretend he was delivering room service. Guess what he saw when he knocked on the door?" I instantly became alert. "What did he see?" We were all on edge, waiting for Harry's answer. Harry lowered his voice, adding a dramatic pause, "The two of them, shirtless... and Fred had some strange marks on his body..." His tone was filled with a mix of mockery and disbelief.

"That's hilarious! I can already picture his face. He must look just like my younger brother when I tease him!" "It isn't the type of harassment where they get physical, is it? If it is, my heart will break into a million pieces." "Who is bold enough to harass the kid? If they have the guts, they should come and fight me!" Harry had many fans among the hundreds of thousands of people in the livestream. Although on the surface it seemed as if they were paying attention to him because of Giselle, the truth was that after watching Harry, they had been won over by him and had become his fans.

An utter loser who feels scared to even groan loudly in her bedroom, let alone reveal my true feelings to my best friend from childhood. Notifications began to flood on my phone with messages from my friends and I felt slightly better. At least the party in the evening with my friends would be good, even though I had no idea where we were going. This year my friends were organising a surprise birthday/farewell party for me, as I am flying off in a week's time to Sydney, to do my Degree in IT. My phone beeped again, and this time it was various memes of Harry Potter, because all my friends knew what a diehard Potterhead I was. At least Harry had it easy, he didn't have to suffer for three yea

she shouts, sprinting out of the room after her. I flop straight back onto the mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling, and let out a furious groan. "Fucking hell." The door creaks open again. I look up, expecting Sofia or Aurora to come back and yell at me, but it's just Harry. He’s holding a red solo cup, leaning against the doorframe with a massive, shit-eating grin. "What's your fucking deal with the figure skater, man?" Harry asks, taking a slow sip. "You actually into her?"

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."