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