âoh shut up you prat,â she snorted and smacked his hand away from her arm. âitâs been alright. pretty uneventful so far but quidditch is starting soon,â she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him. âiâm so ready to kick your arse.â
Laughing, Bradley shook his head. âYou will never kick my ass.â He kissed her cheek softly, before quickly pulling away. âI hope your year goes well, Dom.â He said, an unusual softness showing on his face. âYknow, so you donât bitch about it all summer,:











