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I settled into the nest and took the bowl of popcorn he handed me. "Do you want to start another or watch this halfway through?" I took the remote and went back to the movie selection and chose the first Harry Potter movie. He started protesting and I told him if he watched the movies with me I'd give him a kiss at the end of each one. He closed his mouth and grinned devilishly, agreeing completely with the idea. I looked at him half way through sorcerer's stone and he was really intrigued. When the credits came he leaned forward to me and gave me a sweet kiss. By the end of the second movie we were making out hot and heavy at the end. The knock at the door announcing dinner made us break ap

Her long hair was tucked away in a bun and she was wearing a jumper that was way too big for her, sweatpants, and thick fluffy socks. As I settled onto the seat next to her, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. She pressed play and we started watching Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone for what felt like the millionth time. As the movie began, I found myself lost in the world of Hogwarts. The magic of the wizarding world always transported me to a different place, and I relished the opportunity to escape reality, even if only for a few hours. “Hey, I’ve just remembered something totally random,” Tori said.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”

I slowly nodded, not trusting my voice not to break right now. “Want to see if Chris is down for a movie marathon tonight? I’ll buy the snacks,” I could hear the smile in his voice, “It’ll be just like old times.” Chris was sitting in the row behind us, surely a middle finger to my mother. “Did I hear movie marathon and Chris?” his voice sounded from behind me. “Harry Potter?” “Hell yes!” Chris whisper-yelled, causing my mothers head to spin around like something straight out of a movie. If looks could kill; Chris would have been dead the moment her eyes met his.

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

I want to look out the windows to make sure Connors isn't in sight of being spotted from the pack house. I look out the window for a couple of minutes till I come to the conclusion that he's not. I then go and sit down. I then look as Tasha walks in with a huge bowl of pop corn and sits next to me. John and a few guys and girls from school were already here. Kurt comes and puts on the movie, and we sit down to eat and watch. He had out on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It's such a great movie. My personal favorite out of all of them.

I still need to know how Weirder things ends. “You watch Weirder things?” Harry's eyes fly open as he hands me a helmet. “It’s only the best show ever! I have to beg Maverick to sit through it with me. He doesn't appreciate it as much as I do.” I sighed. “Yeah…he seems to not be in the habit of appreciating the best things.” I keep quiet because I have nothing to say to that. “Hop on and hang on tight Princess” ****** The drive to the frat house takes like ten minutes. The breeze

And then we both sank deeper into the mattress with our arms tangled together, as the trees outside blurred into a soft grey from the rain. “So,” he said, “what do you want to do today?” "I vote for a Harry Potter marathon," I said, resting my chin on his chest. He glared at me, then said, "Haven't we watched that three times this year already?" "Exactly,” I said. “Which means we're due for another rewatch." "Fine,” he sighed. “But if you make me cry at Order of the Phoenix again..." "If you know Sirius is going to die every time, then why are you never prepared for it?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

wheelchair rugby team and its journey to the 2004 Paralympics in Greece is on your favorites list too. “What about Harry Potter?” she asks. “I haven’t seen it or them. I thought there were, like, fifteen movies in the series.” Her hair has fallen forward on her face and she pushes it back. I’ve seen the curve of her neck a million times, but now I’m fascinated with every inch of skin displayed. I want to sink my fingers into her hair and hold her still, while I run my nose across her skin. “Van?” She pulls me out of my Danny-induced coma and I meet her eyes. “Sorry.”