Harvey was excited. He had woken up, ready to cheer on Harry as he finally played his first game of the year. No one had been surprised when Professor Flitwick had organized for Ravenclaw’s first game, which was supposed to be against Hufflepuff back in January, was swapped with the Slytherin and Hufflepuff game. Harvey had never seen his brother play before; there had been moments when he had seen Harry on his broom, but he was never able to come to the Hogwarts games when he was younger. But now, he would get to watch him play from the stands.
The game wasn’t till lunchtime, which meant that Harvey had to find things to occupy his morning. Usually, he would have tried to complete the homework he had been given, but he had spent so much time with Harry in the library as of late, he had almost nothing to do. Hermione had been impressed by his sudden increase in productivity—that was that she had said—that she tried to push Ron to go with Harvey. Ron had not only hated the idea of studying in the library, but Harvey knew that Ron didn’t like Harry.
Harvey had always assumed that Ron’s dislike for Harry was because of how Harry had acted around Harvey. He had been distance, cold, and Ron had always called him an ‘ass’. But even after Harvey and Harry had started to mend their relationship, Ron wouldn’t even give him a chance. It seemed his friend had his own issues that he needed to deal with. But Harvey wasn’t going to let that ruin the relationship he finally had with his brother.
Hermione and Harvey sat in the Great Hall, eating their breakfast. Ron hadn’t even stirred by the time they had left the common room, and instead of trying to wake him, they just left him. The whole walk down, Hermione had been trying to spin theories about Snape. After talking with Hagrid and being adamant that Snape was innocent of their accusations, Hermione seemed more determined than ever to come up with a plausible theory. But the more they spoke about it, the less likely it seemed.
“Maybe he’s sick,” said Hermione.
Harvey shook his head. “I feel we would have seen signs that he wasn’t well.”
She sighed. “He is a Potions Master; he probably has ways of covering it up.”
Harvey said, “I could ask Harry, but I still don’t think he is.”
Hermione stabbed at her bowl and said, “There has to be a reason; he can’t just want the stone for no reason.”
“Maybe it isn’t him,” suggested Harvey.
Hermione dropped her spoon. “What?”
“Maybe Hagrid and Harry are right; maybe Snape is innocent.”
She leant forward, smacking her hands on the table. “Snape jinxed your broom, Harvey. And he got bitten.”
“We assume he jinxed my broom; he could have been doing a counter-curse. Dad mentioned something about one after the game,” muttered Harvey.
“Then why did he go near the dog?” asked Hermione.
“Maybe he thought someone was trying to use the troll as a diversion.”
“What are you two talking about?”
The two of them jumped at Harry’s sudden appearance. He was dressed in his quidditch gear. It was the first time Harvey had seen him dressed in such clothes, and he looked intimidating. He felt sorry for the Hufflepuff seeker.
Hermione said, “Harry!”
Harry sat down beside Harvey and said, “Good morning, Hermione. Harvey. What’s got you both so excitable this morning.”
“We were just chatting,” said Hermione.
“About trolls and counter-curses?” asked Harry.
She nodded. “Yeah. We have a paper to write.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” She smiled widely.
Harry said, “You never mentioned another paper, Harvey.”
Harvey looked down at his plate. He didn’t want to lie to his brother. Not after everything else that happened that had kept them apart. Harvey worried that if he lied and Harry knew or found out, he might not want to keep up their ‘brotherly bonding'; again, that was what Hermione had called it.
He sighed and said, “It’s not a paper. We were talking about Snape and why he wants the stone.”
“Harvey!” cried Hermione.
Harvey said, “What? He isn’t stupid, Hermione.”
Harry said, “I thought I told you that Snape wouldn’t go after the stone.”
“I know you did,” grumbled Harvey. But Snape seemed like the only one who would do such a thing.
“We were trying to think of plausible reasons as to why he might want it,” said Hermione.
“And I suggested that perhaps we were wrong, and he isn’t after it,” said Harvey.
“But I was saying how I saw Snape Jinx Harvey’s broom at his game, and if he isn’t after it, then why did he go near Fluffy and get bit,” added Hermione.
“Fluffy?” asked Harry.
“Hagrid’s three-headed-dog,” clarified Hermione.
Harry nodded and crossed his arms, leaning them on the table. He said, “Right. Look, if Snape were after the stone, he would have probably stolen it by now and taken off with it. Why would he spend all year wasting his time? And for that, Snape would have been included in Dumbledore’s plan to protect the stone, just like all of the other teachers. Which means that he could have been making sure that the stone was safe when Fluffy bit him.”
He couldn’t argue with that. It made perfect sense. Harvey felt stupid and looked over at Hermione; he said, “It makes sense, Hermione.”
She huffed.
Harry said, “I know Snape can be a hard-ass, believe me. But why are you so determined to believe that he would try and harm Harvey? Why does he have to be the bad guy?”
Harvey shrugged.
Hermione furrowed her brow.
“It seems to me that you guys are making up a villain that isn’t there.”
“So, you think that Harvey’s broom was just his broom going crazy?” asked Hermione.
Harry shook his head. “No, I think someone didn’t like the fact that an eleven-year-old got put on the Gryffindor Quidditch team when normally students can’t try out till they are twelve.”
“What about the troll?” asked Harvey.
“Halloween prank.”
Hermione placed her elbow on the table and leant her head on her hand. She huffed again and said, “Wow, when you say it like that, I do feel like I went a bit mad.”
Harry smirked. “No, mad. Just your imagination running away with you.”
“I’m sorry, Harry,” said Harvey.
Harry reached over and squeezed Harvey’s shoulder. “It’s fine. If anything, I would say you should apologise to Snape. But that would just make him more of an ass and give him a reason to take house points. So, instead of that, how about you forget about the stone and just do what every other student does.”
“Sounds boring,” said Harvey.
Harry and Hermione laughed.
Harvey did feel a bit stupid after listening to Harry. It made perfect sense. But he also wondered about Dumbledore’s reason for hiding the stone in the school. There had been an article that had talked about the break-in at Gringotts, but surely there were more secluded locations that weren’t full of students to hide the stone. Harvey had been tempted to ask Harry, but his brother was quickly pulled away by his friends and left Harvey and Hermione to finish their breakfast.
Eventually, Ron came along, hair messy, eyes still sleepy. Hermione caught the redhead up, and Ron had surprised both of them when he had called Harry’s points ‘bullcrap’. It seemed that Ron was determined to believe that Snape was up to no good. Harvey wasn’t sure what to do, but maybe Ron needed to hear it from Harry. He knew that Ron could be impulsive, and he didn’t want Ron getting into trouble.
Once Harvey finished his food, he left his friends to go and try to find Harry. He walked out of the Great Hall to hear his name.
“Harvey!”
He turned to see his parents walking towards him. “Mum. Dad. What are you doing here?” Harvey met them halfway and hugged him, mum, around the waist. He had received letters from her since he had returned after Christmas, but he could see that she wasn’t doing any better. Lily looked tired, worn down. She was forcing a smile on his lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Your mum wanted to come and watch your brother play,” said James.
Harvey smiled. “That’s great. I’m sure Harry will like that.” Harvey hoped he would.
The two brothers hadn’t discussed their mother at all. Harvey knew it was a sensitive topic for his older brother and didn’t feel brave enough to bring it up. Harvey wasn’t even sure if Harry had spoken to their mum since the incident.
“Have you seen Harry?” asked Lily.
Harvey nodded. “Yeah. He joined my friends and me briefly for breakfast. I was just off to try and find him again.”
“You two are getting along?” asked Lily.
Harvey couldn’t stop his smile. “Yeah. We are.”
“That’s wonderful.”
Harvey spotted tears welling in his mother’s eyes. She swallowed down, what he thought, was a sob and then took a deep breath.
“Lily, you okay?” asked James.
She nodded. “I’m fine. Could you do me a favour, Harvey?”
He nodded.
She pulled a letter from her pocket. “Could you give this to your brother for me?”
Harvey took the letter. “Sure.”
“Thanks, baby.” Lily pressed a kiss to his head. “We better get going. Love you.”
Harvey hugged his mum. “Love you too.”
She pressed another kiss to his head before Harvey hugged his dad and then watched them walk away.
Harvey knew that things were tense between his parents. Before he had come back to school, he had heard them fighting. It had mainly been his mother yelling and his father apologising or trying to calm her down. He knew it was about Harry; he’d heard enough of it. Harvey could only hope that things would get better.
With the letter his mother had given him in his hand, Harvey decided to find Harry before the game.
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Two hands covered Harry’s eyes as he sat on the bench, retying his arm braces. He smiled when he heard her laugh and smelt her sweet perfume.
“I missed you,” said Harry. He reached up to take her hands and pressed kisses to her palms.
“I missed you too.” Fleur allowed him to pull her around so that she stood in front of him.
Harry smiled up at her and squeezed her hands. It had been three weeks since he had seen her. He had woken up every morning wanting to see her, smell her, touch her, but he wasn’t able too. The closest he could get was her letters that he kept safe in his desk draw.
When he had woken up that morning, he had found himself alive with energy. Dylan had complained that he was too hyper and had thrown a pillow at him. Harry hadn’t been able to calm himself down; he was ready for the match against Hufflepuff and to see Fleur. He had tried to cheer up Dylan, who was struggling himself.
Before Harry had his meltdown, Dylan’s life had fallen apart too. His parents had divorced, leaving Dylan with a father who had never accepted his magic. It turned out that Dylan’s Christmas had been just as horrible as Harry’s, just no unintentional bursts of magic. Harry hadn’t noticed how withdrawn his friend had become. Once Harry’s probation had been lifted, and he was permitted to return to Hogwarts properly, Harry realised just how hurt Dylan was.
The thing that scared Harry was the thought that Dylan was trying to do what he had done. Dylan refused to talk about his feelings, locked himself away, and acted like he was fine. Harry knew what that would do to Dylan; he knew the toll of holding it all in. He just needed to find a way to get Dylan to open up.
That started by making sure that Dylan had breakfast with him. Harry had sat down with Dylan, Jenna, Carlisle and Cedric at the Ravenclaw table. Cedric and Harry had spent most of their conversation trying to ‘playfully’ intimidate the other. Dylan hadn’t really spoken, but Harry knew it was a start.
He did have to leave Dylan and head down to the pitch eventually. After he knocked some sense in Harvey and Hermione’s heads, Harry walked down to finish getting ready for the game. The rest of his team were inside the tent, still dressing. Harry had chosen to sit outside in the sun and try to focus.
But with Fleur in front of him, he didn’t know how he could do that.
“Where is the rest of your family?” asked Harry. He stood from the bench and pulled her close.
“They were distracted by your father. I used that moment to come and find you so that I could talk to you,” said Fleur.
Harry smiled. “Remind me to thank my father later.” He closed the space between them to kiss her. It was a simple act, to press his lips to hers, but it was quickly becoming one of his favourite things to do.
“Get a room, you two.”
Harry pulled back and laughed. Carlisle was walking towards him with his arm over Amelia’s shoulders.
“Carlisle, leave them alone,” said Amelia.
Harry felt Fleur tense slightly in his arms. He squeezed her hands and said, “If anyone needs to get a room, it is you two.”
“Oh, we have, Black.” Carlisle winked.
Amelia smacked his chest and stepped out of his grip. “I’m sorry about him. Amelia Parkinson.” She held out her hand to Fleur.
Fleur released one of Harry’s hands and took Amelia’s. “Fleur Delacour.”
“Your French?” said Amelia.
Fleur nodded. “Oui.”
“Carlisle Malfoy.” Carlisle smiled. “Harry doesn’t shut up about you.”
Fleur looked at Harry, who smiled and didn’t look embarrassed.
“I hope they were good things,” said Fleur.
“Very good things,” said Amelia.
Harry pressed a kiss to Fleur’s shoulder and said, “You two should probably go find a spot to watch the game.”
“What are you talking about?” said Carlisle, “We have plenty of time.”
Amelia rolled her eyes. “You really are thick. Nice to meet you, Fleur. Good luck, Harry.”
Fleur giggled as Carlisle was dragged away, leaving them alone. “Your friends seem nice,” said Fleur.
“They are good company,” said Harry. “Now, I believe we were in the middle of something.” He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her against him.
Fleur smiled but turned her head as Harry tried to kiss her.
He frowned. “What’s the matter, my love?”
Fleur took in a deep breath and pulled him to sit down on the bench. The look on her face wasn’t something he liked; he preferred it when she was smiling.
“You’re not still worried that I will get hurt, are you?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, it’s not that.”
“Good because I will be fine.”
“I was never worried about you getting hurt, Harry.”
“What? But you said that was why you were hesitant to come.”
She nodded. “I know. But I wasn’t sure how to explain what I was feeling.”
“Mon amour, what is it?”
Fleur cringed. “I don’t know how…”
Harry felt fear simmer inside of him. He had done something wrong; he knew it. “What did I do?” he asked.
Fleur’s eyes flew open wide, and she shook her head. “No, no, no. Harry, no. You haven’t done anything wrong.” She took his face in her hands.
He didn’t believe her.
“I like you so much. You make my heart flutter just by touching my hand; being around you feels incredible. I miss you so much when I don’t see you. Every time I get a letter from you, I get so excited. Waking up this morning, I was so happy that I would get to see you today.” She stroked his cheeks.
“But,” he said.
She sighed. “I’m scared.”
“Of what?” he asked.
Fleur said, “What I feel for you is something I have never felt before. It came out of nowhere, and now everything is just happening so fast.”
“So, what’s wrong with that. I know how I feel; why bother going slow when I already know what I want.”
In the three weeks that he had waited in anticipation to see her again, Harry knew that the feelings he had were love. It was very sudden, but that was how he felt. All of his issues were because he didn’t express his feelings; he wasn’t going to turn around and not express how he felt about Fleur.
“Fleur, I love you,” said Harry.
Fleur’s mouth popped open. The look in her eyes wasn’t what Harry had expected. Shock was certainly there, but he didn’t see what he wanted to see shining back.
“Harry.” She closed her eyes and dropped her head.
“You don’t love me, do you.” Harry’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“I don’t know what I feel. That is what I am trying to tell you.” She stroked her thumb across his cheek. “We have spent a total of three days together, in person. I know that there is something between us, and I like being around you, but I don’t know if its love. Not yet.”
Harry pulled back. He didn’t want to hear it.
“Harry, please.”
He shook his head and moved back towards the changing rooms. “No, I get it. I don’t know why I thought you would be any different.” Pain swelled in his chest; the ache that had been slowly subsiding over that past two months was back and throbbing.
Fleur grabbed his hand, but he pulled himself away.
“Harry, please,” she said. He could see the fear in her eyes.
He shook his head. “No one has ever loved me, so why would you.”
“Harry!”
He ignored her and pushed open the door; he slammed it shut behind him and leant against it. How could he be so stupid? Of course, she wouldn’t feel the same way he did about her. Fleur was too good for me; she deserved someone who wasn’t a hopeless wreck.
“Black, you alright?”
Harry looked up at Roger. He nodded. “Fine.”
“Alright, let’s talk game plan.”
Harry stood beside his team but didn’t hear a single word that Roger said. His head was throbbing, his chest ached. He felt a fool.
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Fleur tried to keep the smile on her face. She sat beside her parents, her sister on her other side, and she could hear her father talking to Harry’s father, Sirius. It hadn’t been more than a few minutes after Harry had walked away from her that she found them. They were all laughing and smiling, and she didn’t want to ruin their day. Fleur had hidden the pain and forced up her happy smile as she walked with them into the Quidditch stands.
It had been her last intention to hurt Harry. She felt so overwhelmed by everything. Her feelings towards Harry were strong; she missed him just as much as he had missed her. She would wake up every morning and think of him, wishing that she would be able to see him that day. Every letter that she received from him always made her smile. She kept them beside her bed, all bound together with a ribbon; she looked at them every day.
When they had seen each other the last time, Fleur had been so excited. She had called him ‘my love’ without really thinking about it. They had shared kisses that had not only electrified her but scared her. Harry was quickly becoming someone she didn’t think she could live without. And when her father had teased her about them having sex and being together, it hit her that it had happened very fast.
All she had wanted to do was explain to Harry that she was concerned they were rushing into it all. Fleur wanted them to get to know him, every little detail about who he was. Instead, all she had managed to do was somehow make him think that she didn’t want any of that. Hearing him say that ‘no one loved him’ felt like someone had stabbed her in the chest. It was so painful to hear because she knew that wasn’t true. She understood that his emotional trauma had left him vulnerable, but she couldn’t let him think that.
A hand squeezed Fleur’s, and she turned to see her mother looking at her. “Are you alright, dear?” asked her mother.
Fleur sighed. She nodded because she didn’t want to discuss it with everyone else around.
A horn sounded, and a loud cheer went over through the crowd. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman. Welcome to the third Quidditch match of the season. Today’s game: Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff.”
Another loud cheer.
It wasn’t long before both teams flew out onto the field. Fleur was easily able to spot Harry as he flew out, the blue and bronze colours of his uniform fitting him well. She stood with her family and cheered for Harry; even if he was upset with her, she wanted to support him.
Madam Hooch stepped out onto the field and released the quaffle. Fleur found herself unable to really watch any other player beside Harry. He was up higher than the rest of his team, moving around the pitch. He seemed to be watching his teammates dive about while also glancing about.
Fleur had listened to Sirius mention how good Harry was. Ravenclaw hadn’t lost a game since Harry had started playing. He had caught the snitch in every single game, making him possibly the best at the school. She didn’t know how accurate Sirius was; after all, his opinion was bias towards his son.
It was along before the points seemed to climb on the board. Ravenclaw scored the first goal. Then the second. Hufflepuff managed the third goal before Ravenclaw took the forth. The game was moving quickly, and as Hufflepuff’s attempt at another goal was blocked, Fleur watched Harry take off.
He shot across the pitch, flying past his teammates and towards the Ravenclaw goals. Fleur couldn’t see the snitch anywhere, but from his fast movement, she thought that was what he had seen. She noticed the Hufflepuff seeker, who she believed was a friend of Harry’s, follow him. The two of them weaved around the posts, then around two of the stands.
Harry was reaching out with his hand when he suddenly pulled back. A bludge swung past him, almost hitting his arm. The Hufflepuff seeker ducked and kept up the chase but slowed not long after. The snitch had slipped away.
Harry was closer to them now. He was glancing around, and Fleur could see the annoyance on his face. He pushed his broom closer towards where Fleur and their families were sitting, and it surprised her when they locked eyes. She didn’t expect him to see her in the crowd. The concentration faded from his eyes, and pain flashed in them instead. Fleur’s heart leapt in her chest, and tears brimmed her eyes. She had caused him so much pain. She had didn’t mean too.
Another Ravenclaw player passed Harry and yelled, “Get in the game, Black.”
Harry turned from her and frowned at the boy before taking off.
Fleur felt her mother’s hand take hers again. She squeezed it and gave her another concerned look. “What happened?” she asked.
Fleur shook her head. She needed to talk to Harry and fix it. He got her words confused. She would make it right, and it would be fine.
It was another ten minutes before anyone caught sight of the snitch. It was the Hufflepuff seeker who spotted it first, hovering down near the pitch. Fleur watched as Harry dove down to chase after the other seeker, his broom gaining distance quickly. Harry bumped the seeker, who bumped into him right back. Both of them were neck and neck right behind the snitch.
Fleur found herself sitting on the edge of her seat. They were very close. Harry seemed to get ahead, and just as they reached one edge of the pitch, the snitch did a sharp 180. Harry was able to turn his broom sharper. He spun around and shot after the small ball faster than the Hufflepuff seeker had managed. His hand was stretched out; he almost had the snitch. Before he could grasp it, Harry suddenly dropped and flipped upside down as another bludge swung over him. But instead of pulling himself back up, Harry fell off his broom.
Fleur cried out as he hit the ground with a hard thump.
The crowd seemed to freeze as they waited to see if Harry moved. When he did, he was holding up the snitch.
The crowd roared with excitement.
“Ravenclaw wins!”
Fleur wanted to cheer, but her heart was beating too fast. Her eyes were locked on Harry as he was surrounded by his teammates and helped onto his feet. She hoped he was okay.
“Mother, I want to go check on Harry,” she said.
Her mother nodded.
“Fleur, come with me,” said Sirius. “I know where they will take him.”
Fleur took Sirius’ outstretched hand and let him lead her from the stand. They walked around the pitch and ended up at the Ravenclaw changing rooms. Sirius knocked on the door before pulling her inside.
The changing room only had a few people inside. Harry was lying on a bunk with an older woman leaning over him. On one side was the Hufflepuff seeker; he was watching Harry closely. A very short man was standing at the foot of the bed, along with a man who Fleur recognised as Harry’s potion mentor.
“Sirius,” said the short man.
“Filius, is he alright?” asked Sirius.
“I’m fine, Dad,” groaned Harry.
“He will be,” said the older woman. “No doubt you will have some nasty bruising, and you do have a mild concussion. No broken bones, though.”
“See, I’m fine.” Harry tried to sit up but was pushed back down.
“Relax, mate,” said the Hufflepuff seeker.
“Cedric, I’m fine,” said Harry.
“Mr Black, take this for the pain and rub this on any bruises. Come see me if your headache isn’t gone by tomorrow,” said the older woman.
“Yes, Madam Pomfrey.”
Fleur waited as Madam Pomfrey and the other two teachers left. Cedric was helping Harry sit up and only spotted her once he looked up to say something to Sirius.
“You wouldn’t be Fleur by any chance?” he asked.
Fleur smiled. “That I am.”
“Cedric Diggory.” He stood and shook her hand. “Harry talks about you a lot.”
Fleur glanced a look at Harry. His face was stone, but his eyes wouldn’t look at her.
“That he does,” said Sirius, laughing.
“Did you enjoy the game?” asked Cedric, “Besides Harry’s stunt?”
“It was hardly a stunt. And besides, you’re just whining cause I beat you again.” Harry nudged Cedric’s shoulder.
Cedric laughed. “Yeah, yeah.” He said, “I need to go and get change. I’ll catch up with you later.”
Harry nodded, and Cedric walked out.
Fleur wanted to talk to Harry, but she didn’t think he would want her too in front of his father. Sirius sat down beside his son on the cot and started talking about the game. She could see the pride he had for his son.
It was a few minutes later, though, when Sirius ended up leaving them alone. He winked at Fleur before stepping out. She had her chance to talk to him now, but she didn’t know how to start.
“Did you come to rub my emotions in my face some more?” asked Harry.
“Harry, please.” She sat down on the stool that Cedric had been sitting on. “I clearly did a terrible job of trying to explain myself; I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
“Yeah, well, you did.”
She reached over and grabbed his hand. He tried to pull away from her, but she didn’t let him. “Harry, I can’t imagine not knowing you. The moments I have shared with you, no matter how brief, have given me hope of what we one day could share.”
Harry closed his eyes; he wouldn’t look at her. She moved around the bed, taking Harry’s cheeks in her hands.
She said, “I think that one day I could love you.”
His eyes opened, filled with tears.
“I can see it so clearly, you and I.” Fleur caught a tear and wiped it away. “There is no need for us to rush into this, though. I’m not going anywhere, neither are you. We may live in different countries and go to different schools, but nothing is going to take me away from you.”
“You don’t know that,” he said, his voice cracking.
Fleur felt tears well in her own eyes. She moved over Harry, placing a knee on either side of his thighs and sitting on his lap. “Harry, you mean more to me than anyone ever has.”
“But you deserve better than me.”
She frowned.
“I am broken. I know that. I am so scared that at any moment, you will decide that I’m not worth it.”
Fleur pulled Harry’s head against her chest. She rested her chin on his hair and stroked his neck. “I swear to you, I will spend every day of the rest of our lives making sure that you know that you are worth it.” She pressed a kiss to his head.
Harry wrapped his arms around her back, holding her. She felt his body shake as he cried silently in her arms. Fleur knew that they had a lot to deal with. Harry’s scars were barely starting to heal, and there were ones that she knew probably wouldn’t heal completely. But she was going to be there for him and make sure that he knew she wouldn’t leave him.
“Fleur.”
She leant back, and he looked up at her. She wiped his tears and offered him a warm smile.
He said, “I’m sorry.”
She hushed him. “Don’t be. Just know that I’m here.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “And if you ever need me when I’m not, I will be there as quickly as I can.”
He nodded. “I think I understand. I didn’t mean to push so hard, but you’re probably the first thing that has made sense to me in a long time.”
Fleur’s smile widened. “Let’s just take every day as it comes.”
“Does that mean I should cancel your Valentine’s day surprise?” he asked.
She gave him a curious look. “What did you do?”
Harry smiled. “That would ruin the surprise.”
Fleur sighed and kissed him again. Things were going to be alright.
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