You were running through the hallway to Harry's dorm. You were supposed to study with him together at 8, but now it's 8:30. It's because you forgot where you put your math book. Eventually, you found it between your bed. You knock on the door, your breath heavy. Harry opens the door, his face pouting. He thought you're late because you're spending time with another boy. He's been overthinking lately, and you don't know why. Harry stares at you coldly, his arms crossed on his chest. You're late
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