"Good," Harry praises. "Again."

I nod, and groan inwardly. It's not yet nightfall, we have another thirty minutes at least until the sun has set. That means at least another thirty minutes until practice ends. 

But I look at Harry, determination set in my gaze.

He smiles. "You know what? you're doing perfect.  Come." He walks towards me and grabs my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine. 

We walk slowly up the staircases. He leans over a few times and kisses my cheek, or trails his lips on my neck. My cheeks have warmed at his touch every time. We finally make it up to the Common Room when it's dark. 

Harry turns to face me. He looks at me, smiles, and moves his lips to my forehead. He kisses my temple, then my cheek, then moves to my jawline, until his lips are at my collarbone, sucking gently. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks me to his dorm, kissing  my neck the whole way. 

I let out a soft moan. His grip loosens as he lays me on his bed. His thumbs rest on my hips. He slowly moves his hands up through my black t-shirt. He reaches behind me and I arch my back, allowing him to unclasp my bra. His breathing deepens. So does mine. He nibbles on my collarbone gently, warmth spreading throughout me. 

He sucks my earlobe. 

I move my hands up his white t-shirt. I grab the ends and lift it off of him, revealing abs. I run my hands against them. He grips his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans. He sucks the skin behind my ear.

I make a move for his button on his jeans. 

His breathing intensifies. He leans forward. "Are you sure?" he breathes in my ear. 

"Harry, we could die tonight."

He studies me with his green eyes and nods. He grips the end of my t-shirt and slowly lifts it up over my head, causing my white hair to fan out above my head. He then slowly removes my jeans, kissing my legs along the way. When they're off, he trails his lips up my leg to my red lace panties. 

I moan softly, making a mental note of every single place he kisses or brushes his thumb against me. 

I hurry to unbuckle his jeans, barely being able to breathe. 

He backs away and I cry softly, reaching for him. He undoes his jeans and slides them off, a bulge growing in his black boxers. He comes back to me, moving us farther up the bed so my head rests on the pillow. He kisses me from my collarbone, to down between my breasts, making me feel so beautiful. Holy. Loved. 

He sets his hands on my thighs and bites my panties, pulling them down with his teeth. Butterflies gather in my tummy as he looks at me for a moment. The moment felt like an eternity, but it was probably just a couple seconds before he grasped my breasts, kissing me. I kissed his back, tangling my fingers in his hair. He moans into my mouth. I feel his body press against mine and one of his hands leave me, as does his lower body. 

It returns, now free of clothing. 

I gasp as he kisses my neck and slowly, romantically, slides into me. 

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We lay in the bed, entangled, sweaty, maroon blanket over us. He's twirling a strand of my hair in his fingers. "We're going to fight soon," he murmurs.

I press my finger against his lips and close my eyes. "Don't talk about it," I say softly.

He rubs my cheekbone with his thumb. "What if I die?" he asks, his voice cracking.

I frown. "No. Don't. Don't you dare." I open my eyes, tears threatening to spill. 

His eyes soften. "Vallee, I'm in love with you." 

"And I, you," I say genuinely. 

"You have to accept the possibility that I could die." His green eyes reveal puddles of tears. 

I shake my head. "No. I don't."

He sighs and kisses me softly. Then he gets up. He slips on his boxers and his jeans. "We have to go."

Now I'm on the absolute verge of bawling. I nod. "Of course." Harry couldn't die. He would always be with me. I would never lose him. He would always be here for me. 

Right?

I slip on my outfit and pull my hair up into a bun. I couldn't have it getting in my way. I walk out of his dorm and into mine, which is across the hall, to grab my rosy wand. I balance it in my hands; it's such a beautiful thing. Then I slip it into the back pocket of my dark skinny jeans. I walk back out into the Common Room to wait for Harry. 

Harry.

The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. The Man I Love.

We would win.

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