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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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Blossomed

“Thought I’d find you here.”

He opened one eye slowly, blinking at the bright light. “Oh no. My secret hiding spot is ruined.”

Laughter rang through the orchard as a heavy figure landed next to him. Draco wasn’t sure if he’s been asleep, exactly, but it felt like waking up; the world was a bit hazy, fuzzy around the edges. The smell of apple blossoms now fused into something heavier, orange and musky.

“Alberto said you like to come here before your shifts.”

He let out a long-suffering sigh. “Alberto talks too much.”

“Nah, he’s alright. I sort of bribed him into it. There were pies involved and everything, I didn’t leave the poor bloke much of a choice.”

Now Draco opened both eyes. Po—Harry was leaning against a trunk beside him, and his whole face was one big smile.

“Well, that,” was all Draco managed for a minute and a half. “I mean. That’s cheating.”

That made him laugh. “I didn’t realise it was against the rules.”

“There aren’t rules. I just thought… why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you ask about me?” Draco wrapped an arm around his knees. That was the tip of the iceberg, really, of all the questions burning on his tongue: why are you still here and surely they miss you back home and was it on purpose, the other night?

Harry frowned like he didn’t understand. “Because I wanted to see you?”

Draco shook his head, and the shadow of the wide brimmed hat danced above his eyes. “You were supposed to go back last week. You have your recipes, there’s nothing more on the island for you.”

“Nothing more?” green eyes opened wide, sad.

“What more would you—” swallowing didn’t use to be such an ordeal—“want?”

Harry took a deep breath, and the nerves that were so evident on him a second ago melted into something comfortable and warm, something fond. “I thought I made that clear.”

“You don’t… be serious.”

“I am.” He scooted closer on the ground, and Draco didn’t know whether to lean towards him or run away. “I thought you knew why I came to the restaurant every day.”

“You wanted… Alberto has the…”

A hand startled him, gentle under his chin. Draco was so entranced by the smile he missed it coming. “He gave me everything I needed the first week. After that, I only came for you.”

He could only blink in response. Harry tipped Draco’s hat upwards, so it wouldn’t hit his nose. Then, with a groan, removed it altogether.

“You have to know, don’t you? How I feel. After that night.”

That night, in this very orchard, with only the stars and the apples to bear witness, when they danced to the chirping of grasshoppers and flies until they collapsed on the warm ground. Draco blinked at the smiling, freckled face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Are you joking?” Harry asked, although he was the one laughing. “I’ve been so obvious, everyone—oh, Draco. You’re such a brilliant, wonderful idiot.”

“Takes one,” he murmured before he had any time to think. “Wait, so. The reason you stayed is… what you wanted was…”

“You, you marvelous twit,” now they were both laughing, with awe and relief and bewilderment, “I wanted you. Of course, for you.”

The light was so bright without his hat, it was harder to make the surroundings. Only Harry’s face, so close; only the little lines around his eyes, the unwavering way his smile went even wider, even softer.

“Alberto thought maybe you were settling in,” Draco admitted breathlessly. “That you wanted to open your own place down here.”

“Or maybe work with you,” was Harry’s impossible, nonsensical reply, and he was entirely serious. Draco’s heart did something strange in his chest, tight and weightless.

“If Alberto agrees.”

They shared a quick, almost-chuckle. “If you’ll have me.”

“Yes.” He said the first without thinking. Then, after a minute: “Yes, of course.”

They looked at each other. The world smelled of apple blossom, of oranges and sweat and smiles and soft hands. The orchard rang with the raucous beating of his heart: a chaotic, elated melody, of summer, of happiness.

#drarry #hard times soft fic #chef Harry #he's writing a recipe book #waiter Draco #summer #fluff #700 words #RockingRobin69 #sending you all sunlight and happiness

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svu-barisi · 6 months

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Because Raúl would be an excellent Elphaba. Since the latest revival of Company's Bobby is a female, we can have Wicked's Elphaba be a man, right?

#raul esparza #rafael barba #rauleesparza #bobby company #jonas nightingale #fagin #frederick chilton #Chef Harry

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blouisparadise · 2 years

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Upon request, here is a rec list of BL fics where Louis and/or Harry are chefs or cooks. If you enjoy this rec list, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Whisk Me Off My Feet | Explicit | 5054 words

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

2) Cooking With Styles | Explicit | 9119 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Anyone can cook— or so they say.

3) The Art of Submission | Explicit | 15034 words

The one where Harry is a dominant and a VIP member of his best friend's BDSM club. Add in a newly certified submissive who has been politely rejecting every dominant for a week now, waiting to be asked by only one man he wants to submit to.

4) Float Down Like Autumn Leaves (Stay Now) | Mature | 16680 words

The AU in which Louis has a 6 year old daughter with a costume emergency that puts her school's annual Halloween party at risk, Halloween decorated cupcakes are hard to find and tall men look absolutely ridiculously cute in giant vegetables costumes. Co-starring Harry, who makes really good food for the kids. Featuring Niall, who works in a bakery but has a part time job as a babysitter. And as much as he doesn't believe in love at first (or second) sight, Louis is really infatuated and really wouldn't mind seeing Harry again.

5) Soup Of The Day | Explicit | 19958 words

It had been the single minded goal for them since college and seemed simple enough. 1. Study hard. 2. Open their dream restaurant. 3. Take the culinary world by storm.

What could possibly go wrong?

6) Absolutely Smitten | Explicit | 20120 words

Adopting Clifford was a way for Louis to finally cope with his loneliness, as a lively dog would spice up his life and his boring daily routine. Now, he surely didn’t expect Clifford to lead him to meet one strange man obsessed with his cat that he walks and cooks with.

Somehow, Louis falls in love pretty fast along the way.

7) Drunk In Love (Last Thing I Remember) | Mature | 22102 words

The one where Louis wakes up, naked, in a stranger's bed and has no idea how he got there. Maybe it's foul play. Maybe it's just the kindness of a handsome stranger amused by his drunken antics.

8) Boyfriend Material | Explicit | 22565 words

Nick bets Louis he can't go two months without sex. And then he introduces Harry to him. Because he's the Devil.

9) Confections Of The Heart | Explicit | 25877 words

Louis is a single mom, Harry is a pastry chef, and Oliver just wants his mom to be happy. With a teaspoon of love and a sprinkle of fate, the three might just find a home in each other.

10) All The Lights Are Full of Colour | Explicit | 26727 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

11) Tis the Season for...Love? | Mature | 27920 words

Louis might just be what Harry's needed all along.

12) Wild Thing | Mature | 65950 words

Harry doesn’t think love is for him, until Louis shows him just how wild love is.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#fic recs #blp #bottom louis #top harry #chef harry #chef louis #blp fic recs #larry

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harmonyandco · 1 year

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Five Stars (Just don't mess around with the cook)

Hermione fully supports Harry's dream to become a Magical Master Chef! She finds books on all manner of magical cooking spells. Thanks to that, every time Voldemort meets Harry he dies to a vicious cooking spell. Fileting? Yup, at least once, maybe twice until Voldemort learned to shield better. Char broiling? Yup, that too. Corkscrewing? Definitely. Dicing? Sorta, due to duress it ended up being more like the vegetable chopping spell. But hey, if it works! The Final time he died it was to a vastly overpowered Cheese Grating spell. In front of all his minions. It was well known after that that no sane magical would dare mess around and find out in Harry and Hermione Potter's 5 Star Restaurant.

#submission #harmony prompt #harmony #defiantdreamlandstudent #crack #chef harry #au

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tommieglenn · 2 years

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Nevada and Caractacus / Chef Harry and Paul <3

How many Rauls are enough? Yes.

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Check out my Instagram (tommiethedreamer) for daily art, links and commission info

#raul esparza #nevada ramirez #caractacus potts #chef harry #Paul mendelson

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realitybitesyouknowit · 1 year

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Summary 1: Severus is forced into taking a holiday and is surprised when he has a nice time.

Summary 2: After finding Harry at the Hotel (read part 1 for details), Severus returns to Britain to clear out from Hogwarts, and then meets Harry in Paris for a holiday. The Order of the Phoenix tries to stop them, but they manage to have a nice time, regardless.

one of my tabs got turned into a mystery work and now I'm frustrated cause I don't remember what is was int he first place.

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #ao3 #snarry #light side bashing #business owner harry #chef Harry #luxury spa in Sweden #cross country travel

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ineedhjalp · 6 months

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Literally tumblr.

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izharmilgram · 7 months

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sssnake tommy for jenny's birthday :p

#hp fanart #tom riddle #tom riddle fanart #harry james potter #lvhp #harry potter fanart #young tom riddle #snake tom riddle #snakey the snake plushie #tom and his goodnight hugs #he wins a lifetime supply of goodnight hugs #prompt was from the RoR discord #from chef #harry please give him all the hugs for those of us who cannot reach through the screen and squish tom's apple cheeks #time travel harry potter #1930s tom riddle #reminds me of #what he grows to be

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legendarytragedynacho · 4 months

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Debbie Harry and Anthony Bourdain

#debbie harry #anthony bourdain #music #chef #musician #musica #rock #rock music #singer #rock singer #beauty #punk rock #actress #new wave #tv presenter

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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nolita fairytale's masterlist

currently writing for: young!sirius black (harry potter) | carmen 'carmy' berzatto (the bear) | billy russo (the punisher) | bradley 'rooster' bradshaw & phoenix x hangman (top gun: maverick)

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the bear:

carmen 'carmy' berzatto

includes the entire 'make my heart surrender' universe in chronological reading order & works unrelated to 'make my heart surrender.' three full-length series, multiple oneshots, blurbs, & headcanons. all are carmy x fem!reader

pastry chef luca

includes headcanons & my new series, 'burn your life down.' luca x fem!reader

top gun maverick:

call sign: tennessee whiskey (bradley bradshaw x fem!reader & hangman x phoenix)

natasha 'phoenix' trace has always wanted to set up her two best friends in the navy -- ones that have, for whatever reason, still never crossed paths. that's all about to change when you get called back to TOPGUN for a special mission.

sirius black

remote island au (headcanon series: young!sirius black x fem!reader)

au headcanons where you and young!sirius black flee the country to live on a remote island in the mediterranean while raising baby harry.

nolita fairytale's follower celebration archive

august 2023

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chiocchi · 1 year

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Impulses

#tomarrymort #tomarry #hp fanart #harry potter #tom riddle #harry james potter #fanart #my art #omg harry what are you doing #thanks chef for sharing the reference with me <3

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here-for-a-good-time-hopefully · 9 months

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James is a really good chef but the second someone enters the kitchen and tries to ‘help’ him he has a nervous breakdown

#like my boy is twitching and shaking until they leave #Remus is on standby in the corner in case James collapses from pure anxiety #chef!James #marauders #harry potter #marauders era #hp marauders #james potter #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #jegulus #marauders headcanon #sirius and james #james potter headcanon #remus and james #peter and james #jilly #jily #moonchaser #regulus and james

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wolfythewitch · 11 months

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One day I will get an odyssey adaption with the suitor killing scene having the same vibe as the Kingsmen church scene

#like the longshot of Harry just killing and maiming people and dodging and weaving over piles of bodies and debris?#chefs kiss #though maybe with more sinister vibes #like a hunt almost #now im imagining them like a sabong and giggling

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harrysfluff · 1 year

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Dough

A/n: Was sitting in physics and said “what if chef!harry had smut” so heres some chef harry smut.

Summary: chef harry is gonna miss you. Some angst smut???

TW: sex and a possible sanitation problem

The noise form bustling streets usually lulled you to sleep; you were use to the constant sirens, horns, people yelling. It all just seemed background noise. Yet, the loud start of a siren woke you from your sleep. The siren continued for a few blocks. You instinctively moved towards Harry’s side, your arms prepared to wrap around him. Though, you were met with empty sheets. You groggily, sat up, eyes adjusting to the dark room with only the yellow light from the street coming through. There was no sign of the man. You called out to him, yet was met with only silence. Shifting to your feet, you walked towards the kitchen. Still there was no sign of him there.

Rubbing your eyes, you grabbed your keys off the coffee table. Coming into the chilly air, you walked only a block to the restaurant. You knew Harry had a habit of coming in at ungodly hours when he was stressed, excusing it to having to bake fresh bread for the next day. Your eyes burned at the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen, hearing the dull volume of FleetWood Mac. Harry stood at the metal counter in the center of the kitchen. His hands covered in flour, as the white shirt he was wearing tighten around his biceps with each knead. “Harry what time is it?”

“Dunno, I got in around 3.” His eyes stayed on the dough. “What are you doing here? You were still snoring when I left.”

“Couldn’t sleep and I guess you couldn’t either.” You leaned against the cold tiled wall.

“Nope.”

“What’s got you up?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

He makes a face. “Well I wanted to make sure Joel closed properly.” He paused. “He did not. So I made sure all the dishes were cleaned, inventory was accounted for, and now I’m making the bread for today.” He turned to you with a sigh, his coming towards your body. “I swear I don’t think I could ever replace you.”

“Well I could have told you that. I’m the best you’ll ever get,” you teased, biting your lip.

“What time is you flight?” He asked, his eyes going back to the dough.

“Around 2.” You answered, your eyes coming to the ground.

“And then you’re off.” He moved the dough to large metal bowl, his hands now sticky with dough bits all over his hands. “To Paris. For pastries.” He walked over to the sink, scrubbing off the excess pieces from his hands.

“Harry,” you plea. You leave the wall, coming behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek coming to his back.

“I’m allowed to be sad. I mean I’m happy for you but I’m still sad.” He continued to rinse his already clean hands. Harry and you stood there for a moment, just the two of you. You memorizing his skin and him doing the same.

“Is there anything I can do to cheer up up?” You offer with a cheeky grin trying to cut the sadness.

He chuckles, “didn’t you already cheer me up last night?”

“Well you’re still sad so clearly you need a bit more.”

He turns around coming to face you. He scoffs.“Baby I have things to do,” he pushes past towards some other kitchen station. “And Joel forgot to stock the olive oil bottles for the table. I swear this man.” His back is turned to you once again, completely in his own world.

You twist your lips to side completely ignoring Harry’s comment. You decide to lift your top over your head, completely exposing your chest to the cold air of the kitchen. Your nipples hardening as your breasts became littered with goosebumps. Coming closer to Harry you wrap your arms around him again. “This will only take a minute,” you say your tongue teasing his ear; your hips gently grinding against his butt.

Harry turns around, eyes widening at the site of your bare chest. Upon seeing them, he just wants to bury his head in them while sucking them while doing more. There was always more he wanted and often got frustrated by his own limitations. But he shakes his head. “You’re gonna get cold doing that,” he says his head coming low as he walked over to the opposite end of the kitchen. “Now where the hell is that olive oil.”

“Oh Harry come on. Please baby, I should have you as many times before I go. Don’t ya think?” You play with your hair while jutting our your breasts. You cross your legs in an attempt to ease the ache between your legs. Harry seems to not pay any attention towards you.

“I’ve found it!” He exclaims, going back to the original station.

“Harry,” you plead.

“Baby, I have to fix this disaster of a kitchen,” he explains yet it’s still not good enough for you.

Coming closer to him, you turned yourself over bending over the metal counter, feeling the cold metal on your skin. Your ass sticking out to interest him. “Hmmm,” you hummed, trying to grab his attention.

“Baby don’t do that,” he said his eyes scanning over you. His hands still full of bottles.

“Why?” You said, jutting out your lip slightly.

He put down the bottles coming closer to you. “Because I’m gonna suck those tits of yours and I don’t know how well Joel cleaned the table.” He smiled at you, his arms pulling you off the counter.

“Good point,” you laugh coming off the counter. Harry stands in front of you, only a few inches between you. You feel almost silly in front of him as his tall frame hovers over you. The sexual tension beginning to leave. You laugh almost to ease the awkwardness and Harry follows in suit. “Okay, well I’ll leave you to it.” You say, slipping away to grab your shirt.

Harry grabs your hand, catching you from leaving him completely. “Come here.” He pulled you in closer to him, pressing you against his chest. You took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. He smelled of rosemary and stale olive oil and felt warm against you. It was comforting and reminded you of his soft bedsheets and how it felt when you woke up in his arms. “I love you y/n,” he spoke.

“I love you, too.” You began to feel a warm feeling in your chest as you skin started to crave his. Wanting to feel every rough callus, every soft piece of skin, the way his lips felt on yours. All of it. You tilted your head upwards your lips looking for his. He met yours, allowing each other to melt into each other. Harry’s hands pressed you into him, allowing him to fully engulf you. His mouth opened slightly, allowing your tongue to slip through. He moaned at the arrival. Your hand came to his hair, your fingers lacing them through the dark threads.

Harry pulled away and smiled. “Okay we can either go to my office or go back to the bed. Though, I don’t know if I can make the block,” he chuckled, his lips attaching themselves to your neck.

“Hmm, I think one last rendezvous in the office is the perfect goodbye.”

“Perfect,” he repeated back. Harry in one swift motion, threw you over his shoulder. You out a giggle at the quickness of him. Harry walking towards the office, turn his head letting his teeth sink into the flesh of your thigh. You shrieked at the feeling of his teeth, knowing there would be a mark. He released his bite, settling you on his dark mahogany desk. Harry lowered himself to his knees. His face becoming level with your pussy, his finger itching to hook themselves into your waist band.

“You always go down on me. Shouldn’t I return the favor?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Baby, you’ve returned many favors and besides,” he raises himself. Leaning his mouth to your ear, “I much rather cum in that delicious pussy than your mouth.” You couldn’t help but blush. Harry came down back to knees, pulling your shorts down, hanging your legs off his shoulders. Harry attached himself at the sensitive area, starting in large broad movements with his tongue. Just to ease you in. You leaned your weight on your hands which anchored themselves behind you; throwing your head back. Once Harry felt your pussy become soaking wet from his salvia and your juices, his tongue make jagged quick flicks against your clit. The instant hits of sensitivity not only make your stomach suck in harshly but left you letting out shallow stammers.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you breathed out in quick breaths. You could feel yourself climbing the mountain of pleasure, feeling the peak close by. “Harry I think I’m gonna cum soon!” You yelled, your legs spreading even wider. You expected Harry to pull away wanting to take you close to your edge, yet he didn’t. He stayed in the exact place. Suddenly, you felt the wave hit you. Your body flooding with complete pleasure, your legs caving back in. “Harry I’m cumming,” you moaned out.

Even as your body came down, Harry kept his mouth on you. His mouth lapping, every inch of you. He wanted to remember exactly how you tasted. He finally removed himself from you, his mouth shiny in the dim lighting. “I wanted to taste you. All of you.” He came closer you, only an inch between you. His face stayed on yours, while his fingers went back to your wet clit. You shuddered at the feeling of his finger. It rubbed in small circles. You looked in Harry’s eyes, they looked straight at you, fully concentrating on you. “I want you to turn around, letting me take you however I want.”

His hand turned your body around, pushing you down. You could feel your pussy beginning to ache for him again. You could hear Harry fiddling with his pants. You drew a breath inward, as you felt him push in. Harry gave an audible whimper feeling your warmth. Even though he was in the same place only a few hours prior, he still missed the feeling of you. Harry’s hand stayed on your hips, moving them in rhythm with his. Harry tossed his head back, his eyes closing, losing himself in the moment. One of his hands began to travel towards your core. Maneuvering so they had access to your clit. His fingers moved in a concentrated circle. Your body reacted with another steady climb of pleasure again. He moved his body forward. You could feel his clothed chest against your back. His hips began to move in fast movements. Knowing Harry, this meant he was close. Both of you climbing your own’s highs together. One of Harry’s hands came away from your skin only to be met with it again with a hard smack on your ass. Harry grunted, his movements becoming more aggressive. His hips smashing into yours. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna-” Harry strung out before moaning loudly. His hips slowly down, his heart racing. His forehead had a sheen of sweat layering it as beads of sweat rolled down his back. Harry pulled himself out of you, your body shocked at the lack of him. You turned around, seeing Harry trying to catch his breath. You pulled him into you, cupping his face and kissing him gently. His skin was hot and wet and his lips tasted of you and salt. “Did you?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You shook your head, eyes softening as Harry’s eyelids started to become heavy.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Should I finger you or something?” His eyes lit up, always wanting to please you.

“No, let’s just get back to bed.”

Harry hummed in agreement his body slumping into yours. It seemed his work would be left for Joel in the morning.

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Harry insisted on driving you. Even though he hated traffic and being away from the restaurant, he still insisted he was the one to see you off. He even paid for parking just so he could walk with you. “Do you have everything? Passport? Toothbrush?” He asked, handing you the bag from his shoulder.

“Yeah and besides I can always pick up a french toothbrush.” You say, smiling at him.

“Hey I hear those are completely different.” There was nice moment of silence between you. Each of you looking at each other. “I’m gonna miss you a lot.” You saw the water forming in his eyes. Harry hated crying in public. “Fuck, I told myself I was not going to cry.” You felt your own eyes beginning to swell.

“Hey, this isn’t the end.” You comforted, your finger coming to swipe his tear. Your hand came behind his head, pushing it towards you. You leaned your lips to his forehead. “I love you.” You whispered again. Harry only nodded.

“I love you, too.” You pulled away. Both of you taking a deep breath, before you grabbed each one of your bags. You gave a weak smile, offering a shy wave and Harry doing the same. “Bye.” You mouthed and him doing the same.

Harry watched you disappear in the crowd of people, slowly losing your figure till it all became a blur.

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