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Instead, I pad across the room and find the body lotion on the nightstand, sitting next to the photograph I pulled out before I'd showered. Harry stares up at me from the frame, his blue eyes holding that particular quality of mischief that made him dangerous and irresistible in equal measure. He's beautiful in the photograph: all sharp features and that rare smile he reserved for moments when he thought no one was looking. But the smile in this picture is different. It's genuine. It's the smile he gave me in our last week together, before Dakor decided that Harry's existence was something that needed to be erased. My hands start shaking.

"No, Paul. There's nothing going on between me and any athlete." God, it even sounds like a lie. "Not that I'd have anything against it," Paul says with a sigh of relief that I can hear through the speaker. "But have you seen the pictures published by Sports Channel One?" My other hand clenches around the tablet I'm holding, and I look down at the screen showing a crystal-clear photo of me, Jaxon, and Harry at the aquarium. Harry is perched on Jaxon's broad shoulders, his face lit up with more joy than I've seen since his last birthday. That's saying something, considering Harry gets excited about everything from ice cream to finding a cool rock.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

Carson gave me a little pout. "Ok, I was thinking about Harry Potter and what he would have done in a situation like that, so I pointed the stick and yelled EXPELLIARMUS!" Everyone froze, Declan's mouth hit the table. Cleo and Gerry were giving me the 'what the fuck' look. Carson was the first one to topple over with laughter. "Fuck Luna. You are one crazy girl, you're lucky you're Gidian's mate or else you would have been a goner." He continued his laughter.

" Would you even be standing here if I had blown up the house?" He crossed his arms over his chest, a smug tugging at one side of his lips. " Yeah right, all thanks to Merlin who showed up to fix everything with just a simple magic trick," I playfully winked at him then moved my gaze to mom whose mouth was agape. " With the second help of my beloved friend, Harry Potter,”

The silence in the mansion was almost deafening, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside in the real world. I hadn’t left the house in days—not since the photos dropped. What photos you might be wondering? Photos of me and bloody Harry, sitting in a café, his hand resting lightly on mine, laughing. Candid, perfectly timed and completely misleading. Like whoever took it had been seated in the cafe, waiting patiently to strike. Who could have done this? And why did they want to ruin me so badly.

Without waiting for Hector to finish speaking, Harry cut him off, saying, "Hector, talk later. Hurry up and take a picture of me and Giselle!" Before Hector knew it, he was holding a phone. He looked at Harry and followed his request. He casually took a picture. One look at the picture, and Harry immediately frowned. He complained, "Hector, couldn't you at least try? You made me look hideous. Take it again." They retook the picture several times, but Harry was still dissatisfied. Hector laughed in disbelief. "Harry, has it occurred to you that maybe it's because you're ugly?"

He didn't even remove Catherine's hand on his arm. This is crazy. Why did I even believe he would remove his lover’s hand on his arm? She’s his great love, anyway. “Uh, Serena…” Harry got my attention by calling my name gently. “I don't think you’d like an ice cream in my hand instead of in a cone. My chocolate moose has become a cow.” I couldn't help but laugh at Harry’s joke. I saw a woman behind Harry trying so hard to hide her laughter while I almost teared up laughing at his crazy joke. Even Andy laughed at him while Catherine and Tyler remained silent and it brought me back to seriousness.

I cheered and yanked myself off from the trunk. Harry quickly pulled out his phone from his back pocket and started taking selfies, first he doesn't want me in his pictures but he gave in right in the end. As Harry and I were doing our own thing, I noticed Tybalt and the others has started taking groufies and some selfies too. I have an idea!

the slight uplift of people caught unguarded from a distance. We were outside the bookstore. His face turned toward mine. My face turned toward his, head back slightly, mouth open in the laugh. The real one. The kind that reached my eyes. I looked at the photograph for a long time. Not at myself. At him. Harry's face in the photograph was not the face he wore in public. Not the dinner table face or the warehouse face or the careful uncle-distance face. The face of a man watching a woman laugh and finding that the watching of it is the best thing that has happened to him in longer than he can specifically recall.