Author's Notes

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Harry- but did you, or did you not, stare at him across the seas of tables in the Great Hall, and always manage to find him in the uttermost impossible crowds?"

"No." Harry seethed, his face flushed red. Yes.

Ron continued on with evident glee on this face as if he hadn't heard him. "Did you, or did you not, constantly accidentally bump into him in corridors?"

"No," Harry said firmly. Yes.

Hermione was in fits of giggles now. It was obvious they had wanted to do this a long, long time ago.
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It was two years after the war, the Dark Lord was defeated. While the wizarding world finally went back to peace, Harry's life was in chaos- in a totally different way.

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