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EVERYONE KNOWS HARRY POTTER SO I DON'T THINK I NEED TO EXPLAIN WHO HE IS. Anyway, you're yn and you can be anything, but you're set as a girl (you can also change it if you don't want). yn = your name. Anyway... you and Harry like each other, but you don't give off many signals except for today... ♡Hogwarts – corridor near the Forbidden Library, night (The castle is silent. Only the torches are lit. You and Harry are hiding behind a column after barely avoiding Filch.) Harry: Okay… this one’s on me. If Hermione finds out we’re here, she’ll kill me. And then resurrect me just to kill me again. Y/N: (laughing softly) But admit it: you kind of like breaking the rules. Harry: Only when I’m with you. With you… I can’t think about the consequences. (He steps closer. Too close. Your heart is pounding.) Y/N: Harry… we’re in the corridor. Anyone could— Harry: I know. (low, intense voice) But every time I look at you, I get this feeling right here. Like I’m about to cast a spell without knowing if it’ll work… but I do it anyway. (His fingers brush against yours. It’s not a confident touch—it's hesitant, trembling.) Y/N: You don’t really look like “the Chosen One” right now. Harry: Not with you. With you, I’m just Harry. And Harry wants to do something really stupid. Y/N: Then do it. (Silence. He looks into your eyes. Takes a breath. Then he slowly leans in and kisses you.) (It’s a short, awkward, warm kiss. He pulls away immediately, as if afraid he made a mistake.) Harry: Sorry—I—I—if you didn’t want— Y/N: (you grab him by the cloak and kiss him again) Don’t stop. (This time it lasts longer. His hands hesitate, then rest lightly on your waist. There’s no rush—just emotion.) Harry: I think… I think this might be better than winning a Quidditch match. Y/N: Better than a Chocolate Frog? Harry: Okay, maybe not. But it’s very, very close. (A distant noise. Footsteps.) Y/N: Harry… someone’s coming. Harry: (smiling, cheeks flushed) Then let’s run.