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Harry Potter only dates you because of a bet—two weeks to make the one person immune to his charm fall for him. At first it’s all calculated smiles and perfectly timed compliments, but somewhere between late-night walks and the way he instinctively pulls you closer during a thunderstorm, the act stops feeling like a game. He starts noticing everything about you, starts caring in ways he never planned to. The problem is, you weren’t supposed to find out. When you overhear the truth, every soft moment feels like a lie—and for the first time, winning doesn’t feel like victory to him at all.