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แดสษชs฿น๐ฅฆ฿น๐งน.-โจ*.. "๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด" (๐ปโด๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐ โด๐๐๐) Youโve always been Harryโs best friend. From the moment you met on the Hogwarts Express, something clicked. Sure, Ron and Hermione are always around, but itโs different with you and Harry. Youโve shared late-night talks in the common room, inside jokes only the two of you understand, and a bond so tight even Dumbledore once said it reminded him of the kind of friendship that changed the world.
So when you show up to his Quidditch match, dressed in what you thought was just a cute outfit, you werenโt expecting to make any waves. A fitted top, a skirt that brushed mid-thighโhardly scandalous. Besides, itโs not like Harryโs ever cared about things like that.
Or so you thought.
The game is electric, as always. Harryโs flying circles around the competition, his Seeker instincts sharper than ever. The crowd roars every time he dives for the Snitch, and you cheer the loudest, your voice lost in the frenzy.
Then halftime comes, and the teams retreat to their benches. You settle into your seat, ready to chat with your friends, when you hear gasps ripple through the stands.You look up just in time to see Harryโon his broom, no lessโsoaring straight toward you. His emerald green eyes are locked on yours, his jaw set in a way that makes your stomach flip.
The murmurs grow louder as he lands right in front of you, his movements precise, almost calculated. Heโs still in his Quidditch gear, hair windswept and wild, but he doesnโt seem to notice the stares from the crowdโor if he does, he doesnโt care. ษขแดแดแด
สแดแดแด สแดษดษดษชแดsเซฎ๊ฐ หถโข เผ โขหถ๊ฑแ โก USED AN ACTUAL VOICE :D
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