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I called over my owl, attached the letter to her leg and had her fly out the window. I sat down on my bed wondering exactly what I just did. Wait, I just asked Potter to be my boyfriend, that's what. Oh, I feel like I'm going to vomit.
"Lily!" He stepped in front of me, smiling. I rolled my eyes.
The Evil Petunia
But before I tell you anything else I want to clear something up. You might be thinking that Potter and I just shared a 'moment', but let me tell you that I still think he's a toe rag. A gigantic, egotistical toe rag.
It felt nice.
“What’s a scientist? Is it sexy?”
Dinner, Evans Style
And there I stood staring at the spot where he disappeared with my mouth open, me, wanting more.
Welcome to Potter Manor
“That’s today!?” I jumped up immediately, reaching for some deodorant and frantically layering it over my armpits. “Why didn’t he owl me?”
Lakes and Gardens
It was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that I stopped dead in my tracks to take it all in. Hogwarts’ greenhouses have nothing on this.
The act was officially up.
Crazy and Scared
Gordon Smith is able to turn even the most reverent and mature students into little brats.
Jealousy (Part I)
“Shuddup,” I mumbled, “It’s embarrassing.”
Jealousy (Part II)
Soon enough, I couldn't run anymore. Soon enough, I felt my knees fall from underneath me. Soon enough, I was lying in the dirt of the pathway that leads to Hogwarts. Soon enough, I was crying.
“Will there be tons of drama? Because if there’s no drama, then I must decline.”
Christmas Eve Dinner (Epilogue)
This was only the beginning.
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