youāre one of those girls thatās always batting your eyes at Harry. not cause heās the chosen one, just cause heās hot. he tells you Luna fixed his broken nose and you say somethin cute like āaww thank god, wouldnāt wanna mess up that face!!ā and he gets all flustered and kinda stutters a little bit and then says āyeah.. uh yeah.. thanks? thanks.ā youāre making his no-longer-broken nose a whole thing. youāre doting on him, dabbing blood off of his face with a cloth in the common room bathroom. youāre just really close to eachotherās faces on accident and the real mystery of the day is who kissed who first? doesnāt matter, yāall are kissing. his blood is on your face but it doesnāt slow either of you down. his hair is so soft when you tangle your fingers through it. whatever. youāre making out with Harry Potter while blood is dripping down his face and youāve imagined kissing him sooo many times but it still manages to be better than you thought it would be, and heās shocked itās happening at all cause youāre so hot. when you guys pull away and he sees the little smear of blood across your lips and nose heās profusely apologizing knowing damn well heās just getting harder the longer he looks at you. heād never tell you that, though
bonus, heās lamenting to Ron later: āwhat the hell was i sāposed to say? aye, you look bloody hot with my blood all over your face? sheād think i was stark raving mad!ā and Ronās going āyou never know what birds are into these days, mateā shaking his head and shrugging
