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Our Love Goes On
He heard the crunching of a twig behind him, and swivelled around to peer into the forest. He waited until a figure emerged, gliding across the grass as if they were floating on air. The figure wore a long white dress that hung loosely from its body and fell down to its ankles. Long, brown tendrils of hair cascaded down its back, and bright brown eyes blinked back at him. “Hermione . . .” he breathed.
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