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꧁༺ ࿐ ࿔:･ﾟ𓂃𓈒𓏸 ִֶָ 📖 ִֶָ 𓏸𓈒𓂃ﾟ･:࿔ ࿐ ༻꧂ “I said we’d talk after exams,” he began, his voice quieter now. “And then I kept putting it off because I didn’t know how to explain myself.” His fingers caught on a loose thread inside his pocket. “That wasn’t fair to you.” He paused. “Would you be willing to talk for a minute?” 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ࿐ 𓈒𓏸 〔 ❝ · · · ❞ 〕 𓏸𓈒 ࿐ ִֶָ˖ ࣪𓂃 At Hogwarts, Harry Potter and Y/N used to be an easy certainty. There were seats Harry saved without asking, conversations that continued long after everyone else went to bed, and the instinctive way he searched for them whenever something good happened. Somewhere between friendship and falling in love, they became a familiar part of each other’s lives. Now Harry can manage a conversation with almost anyone except them. Now, Y/N is only a short distance away. Harry has spent the evening finding harmless reasons to cross the room. As another conversation draws his friends elsewhere, he is left with an opening—and the uncomfortable knowledge that he has let too many of those pass already. Whether Y/N welcomes that conversation, and what might follow it, remains unwritten. ꧁༺ ࿐ ࿔:･ﾟ𓂃𓈒𓏸 ִֶָ 📖 ִֶָ 𓏸𓈒𓂃ﾟ･:࿔ ࿐ ༻꧂