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“What in the holy FUCK did you just do, POTTER?!” Anger spewing into his words as his spit flys.
“I don’t know I panicked!” Harry shouts back, his hands flying everywhere, his wrist accidentally going into a limp one.
“DO YOU EVEN SEE YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?!” I whisper scream.
“Oh my god, shut up you mama’s boy…We need a plan, a GOOD one.” Harry’s says looking around taking a gander at the sights around him.
I look around, trees, grass, flowers, more trees. God is there nothing but trees here?..
“Ok, ok fine, if your soooo smart, make a plan, genius.” I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
“You got us in this whole ‘fake dating’ mess!” I shout accusingly.
“Well it was the best way to get out of that situation,” Harry defends, as he looks like he’s trying to think of a plan.
“Well we don’t got all day!” I say getting annoyed, seriously, he can’t be this stupid…
“Well we need last names so I could be king and you could be smith?“ Harry says shrugging confused.
“You fucking bumbling bafoon…I meant the dating part…” I say, my voice low as I drag my hands down my face, god he gives me a headache…
Harry looks over at Draco before quickly looking away, hiding his face. Out of view from Draco so he can’t see the slight dust of pink on Harry’s cheeks.
God I can’t stand him! His voice, his face, everything is so…so perfect! Dumb and perfect! Pick one! His voice is so….so…..Draco is cut of by someone snapping in his face.
“Earth to Draco, Hello?” Harry says looking at Draco.
“What finally got a plan,” I spit out.
“Yeah I do actually… AND YOU ZONED OUT FOR ALL OF IT,”
“Well go on then, explain it again,” I say anger in my voice but I’m not angry? Even thought I was shouting I wasn’t angry…
“Ok,” he says before continuing. “Well we have to come up with different last names. Only because we are in past,”harry says
“WHAT!” I yell “HOW DO YOU KNOW?”
“I saw my dad on a broom and we just talked to Nevil’s dad,” Harry says in a tone that’s shows he annoyed.
“My bad I don't have to stare at pictures of my fucking dad you dipshit!” I shout
“The dead parents joke is getting old, also pipe down will you?” Harry say with an eye roll.
“Fuck no I'm not letting a orphan little piss baby dictate what I do,” I growl once again don't with Harry’s shit. He just stares disapprovingly his eyes bare but something else hiding beneath them.
“Oh my- Shut up and listen! God your an ass wipe,” Harry mutters aggressively.
“Well if I'm the ass wipe then your the baby with the case of the shits!” I scream as something hits me across the face. My face tingles with a familiar feeling as I swallow down the ever rising panic. He's not here I tell myself but I can only see him when I look in Harry’s eyes.
“Now shut it and listen to me, ok?” Harry says, his words hitting too close to home, I silently shove my hands into my pant pockets to conceal the trembling.
“Whatever,” I huff out the panic starting to die down.
“The plan is that we act as a part of this generation until we find a way home, and we have to keep up this ‘dating’ thing so it’s more realistic,” Harry explains.
“Well pucker up sunny boy cause your ugly ass is going have to kiss my defined lips,” I say using jokes to cover my quivering voice. Suddenly I feel a pair of hand wraparound my face, my breath hitches as my mind races. It’s not him, he's far gone now he can't hurt you anymore I tell myself.
Harry stands confused for a few seconds. Why did he pause, did he see my panic? He can't know about this he CAN’T KNOW.
“You ok? You seem shaken…” he says concerned. Why does he look concerned? He can't be concerned about me, he doesn't care, he can't care.
“I’m fine,” I speak my words muffed by his hands
“ok well if your ‘fine’ then kiss me,” Harry leans in slightly.
“What…”
“Well we need practice if your going to be my “boyfriend” so, kiss me.” Harry says looking away at the boyfriends part the same look in his eyes that I can't seem to figure out.
“You…want me….to kiss…you?” I say thinking he could be joking.
“On my first born child, yes, we need practice” Harry sternly says.
“Ok,” I say leaning in feeling his breath hitch for a moment as he leans in as well.