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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 1 year

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You Make Me Smile

Summary: Peter 1's been struggling so Peter 3 offers to help ❤️

CW: Mentions of depression/depressive episodes

(Sorry I haven't posted much writing in a while ❤️ My life has been crazy busy and I just haven't had the time or energy to do so ❤️ I'm back, I'm working on some prompts that I'll be able to post soon, and I just want you to know how appreciated you all are :) Hope you all enjoy and remember to take care of yourselves no matter how small the task may seem ❤️)

Peter 3 peeked into One's room. For the last couple weeks, One hadn't been himself. He had been super quiet and withdrawn, there were big circles under his eyes, and he didn't seem to be taking proper care of himself.

It was as if all the energy had been removed from his body and left nothing but a silent husk of a person in it's place.

Both Peter 2 and 3 were trying to help, but nothing they tried seemed to do any good.

Today, the youngest had been particularly quiet. "Uno? You okay?"

The youngest Peter did not reply.

The middle Peter pushed the door open more. "Could I come in?"

There was still no reply, but he also wasn't turned away this time.

Peter 3 stepped up to the bed. Currently, One was buried under a blanket with only a few tufts of hair peeking out.

"Hey Bug." The middle Peter sat on the edge of the bed. "Having another rough day?"

A face peeked out from the depth of the blanket and gave a quick nod.

"You've had a crazy past couple weeks." Three squeezed roughly were One's arm was. "Your mind being tough on you again?"

Another tiny nod.

"I've been there before and I know it can be tough. Is there anything I can do to help?"

For a moment, things were quiet.

Then a hand slid out to grab onto Three's.

The older Peter smiled. "Want me to hold you?"

Peter 1 moved to sit up still keeping one hand on Three's.

The tallest Peter cooed as he scooped his baby brother into his lap. "C'mere."

Once in his older brother's lap, Peter 1 curled into a ball.

Three rubbed circles into the youngest's back. "There we go. A good cuddle."

While Three kept up his circles, the youngest wrapped his arms around his brother and buried his face into his chest.

"I'm here if you need me Bug."

One hummed in contentment.

The older Peter lifted the hood of his baby brother's jammies over his head. "Simba."

In response, Peter 1 hid his face more into Three's chest.

"Whahat's wrong Bugaboo?" The older brother traced the youngest's ear with his finger.

One turtled into his shoulders.

"Uh-oh. You're not ticklish are you?"

No verbal response. Just the eyes on One's hood staring back at Peter 3.

Three moved his hand down to run his fingers over Peter 1's back. "Ihim getting the goofiest lohooks from yohou Sihimba."

One turtled even further into his shoulders.

"Ooo. I think Ihi hahave a ticklish lion cub ohon my hands."

Peter 1 tightened his hold as his shoulders began to shake a little.

"You're tryhying soho hard to keep your face hiddehen." Peter 3 leaned closer. "But I can stihill feel yohou bluhushing."

No response.

"Oh? Did it just darken?"

The youngest shook his head.

"Then why don't you show mehe." The older brother dragged his nails across One's shoulder blades.

A muffled squeal came from the youngest's mouth as he tried to arch his back away from those fingers.

Meanwhile, Peter 3 reached behind him to try to loosen One's grip. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"

"No!"

Three paused his movements. "No?"

A head shake. "Noho!"

"You don't want me to see your blushy face?"

"Noooo."

"Is thahat all yohou can sahay?" Three's fingers continued their attack on One's shoulder blades. "No, no, noho?"

"Eee! No!"

The same hand snuck down to lightly pinch One's sides. "Really? Is it just too tickly?"

"N-n-noho."

"Oh?" Peter 3 moved the pinches to the other side. "What about over here?"

A squeal followed by a head shake was the answer this time.

"Is one side more ticklish than the other?" Peter 3 lightly pinched between both sides.

One squirmed a little too much and revealed his face.

"Ihi knew you were blushyhy." Three tapped the youngest's nose. "Youw were juwst being stubbowrn."

One shook his head.

"Now you're lying toho mehe?" Three returned to dragging his fingernail on one of One's ear. "What's gotten into you giggle Bug?"

The youngest curled up on his side. A continous stream of giggles filled the silence in the room and the happiness on his face replaced the dead stare that had been there.

It filled Three's heart feel all warm and fuzzy to see the look. He knew the brain could be a pain in the butt and having a chance to be goofy and childish helped make things a little easier to tolerate. "You're such a cute little Giggle Bug. Soho itty-bitty tiny."

Suddenly, Peter 1 shot up and wrapped his arms around Peter 3's neck.

The sudden movement caused the older Peter to fall backwards onto the bed. "Wow! What ahare you dohoing?"

Peter 1 nuzzled his face into Three's neck, catching the older brother by surprise.

"Ah! Hehey!"

The mischievous giggles coming from the youngest made the whole interaction even more adorable. And that little grin made him even more precious.

Peter 3 let One have a few more moments being the tickle monster before he retaliated.

The older brother pinched along his baby brother's sides. "I got you!"

With a squeal, the youngest Peter tried to lean away, but an arm prevented him from going very far.

"Where do you think you're going hm?" Peter 3 lightly scribbled across his baby brother's tummy. "Does the little baby not like his tickles?"

Peter 1 shook his head.

"Awww, does he love them?"

"Nohoho!"

"What? Is the tickle monster not doing it right?"

"Noho!"

Three pulled the youngest closer. "Let's fix that."

A loud squeal left the youngest's mouth as his older brother's face nuzzled into his neck. The whiskery feeling from his unshaven face made things even more ticklish.

Not knowing what to do with his hands, One grabbed onto Three's hair.

"Ah!" Peter 3 grabbed One's hand. "Careful Bug."

The youngest Peter let go. "Sorry."

"Hehey, it got you to say something other thahan noho."

One stuck his tongue out at his brother.

Three growled as he leaned closer. "Are you being a sassy bean?"

A brief pause.

"No!"

The older brother tried to bite back his smile, but it was hard when he had such a cute face in front of him. "You know whahat I do to sassy beans?"

One shook his head.

"You don't?"

"No!"

"Wehell then." Three rested his forehead on his baby brother's. "Why don't Ihi show you?"

Before Peter 1 could respond, Three started peppering kisses into his face and neck. In addition, he made sure to rub every inch of his facial hair over the area to make it tickle even more.

Once Peter 1 was a blushy giggle mess, Three finally paused his tickles. He grinned at the sight of his bubbly baby brother. "Aww, whose the most pwecious wittwe baby?"

"N . . . Noho?"

"Are you ahasking me ohor telling mehe?"

In response, One pulled his hood over his eyes.

Three gasped. "Oh no! Where did he go!"

One's giggles picked back up.

"He just disappeared!" Three grabbed the edge of his hood. "Where could he have gone!"

The youngest squeezed his lips to try to muffle his giggles.

Three smirked as he pulled back the hood. "Peekaboo!"

One squeaked and hid his mouth behind his hands.

"Yohou claim you're nohot aha baby and yehet this is yohour favorite game."

"No!"

The older brother's smirk grew at the pinkish hue on his baby brother's cheeks. "Oho really?"

Both brothers were locked in a staring contest.

Without breaking eye contact, One slowly reached up his hand, grabbed his hood, and yanked it over his eyes again.

Three reached foward and quickly pulled it back again. "Peekaboo!"

Another squeal and bout of giggles followed.

"Sehee? Absolutely aha baby."

"Yohou're mehehean!"

"Awww." The older Peter kissed his brother's nose. "Are you mad cause Ihi stohopped?"

The youngest Peter hid his face in his hands.

However, that did not deter Three from pulling them back again. "Peekaboo!"

A third squeal and giggle bout betrayed the youngest.

"Yohou know whahat other things babies usuallyhy love?"

". . . Cuddles?"

Peter 3 scooped his baby brother back up into his arms. "Cuddles indeheed."

Peter 1 wrapped his arms around his brother's neck before resting his face in the crook of his neck.

"Hey Bubba?" Three rubbed his brother's back. "I know you've been going through a rough couple weeks, but when was the last time you ate something?"

One furrowed his eye brows together. He began counting on his fingers before his face flushed again.

"I know it's been tough, but you can't forget your health like that."

"I . . . I. . ."

Three stroked One's hair. "I'm not mad at you, I'm not yelling at you. I've been where you are, I've done the same thing. But I know it's not good for your body when you do something like that.

One gave a small nod as a response.

Peter 3 stood with his younger brother in his arms. "You don't need to eat anything big, but you do need to eat something."

"I know."

After a quick adjustment, Three kissed One's forehead so he could sniff his hair. He chose not to comment since he knew the last couple weeks had been rough on the youngest.

Instead, he focused on the important thing as he gave his baby brother's tummy a gentle poke. "Let's get some food in your tummy."

One giggled as he pushed on his brother's hand. "Ohokay."

"Now, what do you think you can eat?"

After a brief pause, One looked up at his brother. "Banana?"

"Why are you asking me Pete? It's your tummy."

The youngest Peter nodded. "Okay. Banana."

"Can we add anything else to it or just banana right now?"

"Yogurt?"

"We have them if you think you can eat one."

"Yes please."

Three nodded. "We can do that."

In response, One genuinely smiled.

"Want me to carry you?"

"Please?"

Three grinned back. "Okay."

With One in his arms, the older Peter headed downstairs. He knew the situation wasn't completely remedied, but it was on the right track to getting better.

They would start with a meal and move on from there.

#lee peter 1 #ler peter 3 #ticklefic #fluff

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Matters of the Heart Ep. 8

Pairing: Best friend! Yeonjun x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst; Maybe eventual smut

Content Warnings: University au!; lots pining; our main leads being stupid; I haven't planned smut for this one, but it might as well turn suggestive; this chapter is another angst filled load of drama but I promise it'll get better (real better) in the next one- please don't hate me!

Word Count: 2k words

Mellow speaks: Ookkkayyyyy, so this is long overdue and I'm super sorry for that. I've just been really busy the past week and it took a toll on my health too but I'm better now! Let's get on to it!

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You can feel someone's gaze on you, burning holes into the back of your head as you continue your animated telephonic conversation. Who are you talking to? Well, that's a story for after you see who it is that's been staring you for two minutes straight. That's the thought you hold as while turning around towards the entrance of the cafeteria, almost certain it's going to be one of your friends, hoping despite yourself that it's Yeonjun.

But when your eyes land on the doorframe, all you see is a group of....second years? You can't say for sure, but you know pretty well that it couldn't possibly have been any of them. The presence that you were feeling is all but gone, and you can't help but feel confused about who it was who left without a word. Furrowed your brows, you try to find an answer to the question for a little longer, only to have the voice that filters through your phone pull you out of your thoughts. "Y/N? You there bub?," the voice calls out, making you roll your eyes even though not a soul is there to see it."

In hindsight, maybe someone should actually have been there to see just that, and also to hear what you say next.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? Only Yeonjun can call me bub, no one else," are you words, making the person on the other end raise his hands up even if you can't see him. "I'm sorry, love," he laughs, proceeding to tell you how much he misses you and how he wishes you could come back soon.

"I really miss you guys too, and I promise I'll be there one day soon, with my whole gang this time," you tell him, smiling a little as he says he might as well come to Seoul himself. "Need to see that Yeonjun of yours with my own eyes, after all. I wanna know what it is he has that I don't." That makes you let out a laugh, the sound a little happy and a little wistful while you tell him that your best friend has a girlfriend.

When it's time to hang up, your chest feels lighter and your head feels clearer, the thoughts and worries that you had been carrying around with you for weeks finally having found an outlet. You were trying to be okay, but it was hard not being able to tell anyone how you really were feeling, for fear of making things uncomfortable for your friends.

"Thanks for calling today, Leo. You know talking to you never fails to make me feel better," you say before ending the call, a happy spring in your step as you make your way out the cafeteria. It's then that you notice that Yeonjun is nowhere to be found, even though he had promised he'd be there as soon as he got done talking to Yena, in order to discuss the theme for the radio's upcoming week.

"Weird," is the only thing you can think to yourself, a confused expression on your face as you embark on your quest to find him again, something you seem to have been doing a lot recently. You call Soobin up, but Yeonjun isn't with him. "I'm with Taehyun right now, we were just buying some pet food. I haven't seen him since the ceremony," he says, hanging up after suggesting that you try calling the other two.

And you're just about to do that, when your eyes land on a familiar mop of hair not ten feet away. There you see Kai, a heavy book tucked under one arm while the other is casually thrown around a shorter mop-haired guy, the sight making you let out a fond chuckle. As your feet carry you over to them, you soon register the fact that the one you're looking for is not with them either.

The realization is somehow written all over your face, making Beomgyu let out a sigh as he rolls his eyes. "He's not with us. Maybe you should try asking his girlfriend," he says, his hand now resting on your head as he pats it gently, a sympathetic smile on his face. "Yeah Y/N," Kai pipes in, shifting the book from one hand to the other, '"Better ask Yena than us."

The looks they give you have you going into defensive mode once more, a forced laugh escaping you as you get ready to prove a point. "You're staring at me funny," you retort, shutting down any arguments they might have up their sleeves when you turn your back to them, your fingers dialing Yena's number before you can stop yourself. But she doesn't answer, a behavior that definitely strikes you as odd coming from her.

"Guess I'm on my own, huh?," you muse to yourself, beginning to walk away from the square and down the corridors in search of Yeonjun. The classrooms are turn you up nothing but dust, your annoyance growing with every call of yours that goes to voice-mail. "Doesn't take that long to answer and tell me you're busy," you mutter under your breath, the sound of your sneakers falling against the tiles as you jog down the halls, empty-handed till you reach that one door.

The door to the dance practice room, the place that's the closest to Yeonjun's heart after your beloved rooftop, and the place you still dread visiting because you're scared of seeing something you aren't all that keen on seeing. Even though it's never happened in the weeks that you've been back, you can't help being a little wary of finding Yena there with your best friend, not wanting to encroach on their time alone and making things unnecessarily uncomfortable.

Yet right now, as the loud bass of the music bleeding through the speakers makes its way to your ears, coupled with the loud banging of footsteps, you find yourself approaching the door slowly, pushing it open because you already know someone's in there. And what you see inside is something that fills you up with even more dread.

No, it's not Yena with her arms wrapped around Yeonjun's shoulders, kissing him like there's no tomorrow. Instead, it's Yeonjun, alone in the room, his body moving to the rhythm as if he's mad at something, the anger clear on his face. The grunts and groans that escape him as he goes about doing his thing tell you he's not in a good mood right now, and it becomes even more evident when he doesn't notice you standing by the door.

You're transfixed by his moves, his emotions laying bare for you to see with every step he takes. He's one with the music, the loud beats and the thumping of his feet gelling into one the longer you watch. Mesmerized by his performance, you don't even realize when the song comes to an end, Yeonjun's heavy breaths becoming the only thing to be heard as his feet stop moving, his body almost collapsing to the floor before his eyes land on you.

"What're you doing here?," his voice draws you out of your trance, more icy than it's ever been. It has an edge to it that catches you off-guard, causing you to blink your eyes, perplexed at his sudden hostility. "I came here to see you," you respond after a couple of beats have passed, confused to say the least. "You never showed up at the-"

"Didn't show up?," he asks, sounding incredulous of your words, his gaze accusatory as he turns to look at you fully. "Didn't show up? Try, 'I was a bit too busy to notice when you did show up,'" he all but spits, venom lacing his voice. "What're you on about?," you catch yourself asking in return, becoming defensive for the second time that evening, "I never saw you enter the cafeteria, but if you saw me, you could have approached me instead."

You know you're being reasonable, but as Yeonjun crosses his arms over his chest, dry laughter slipping past his lips, you feel more vulnerable than anything else. "Well, I couldn't exactly approach you when you were so busy being all sappy on the phone now, could I?" "Wait a second," you think to yourself, your eyes trained on the man in front of you as you feel things click inside your head.

"On the phone? I don't know what you heard Jjun, but I think you're getting the wrong picture," is what you say, taken aback by the way he's taking this, "I was just talking to Leo, my friend from Australia." The moment those words escape your lips, you see Yeonjun widen his eyes, the sight making you feel he's finally catching on to what you're saying. But of course, things don't go that easy for you, his anger only seeming to rise as he asks, "Leo? That idiot who asked you out back during your first month there? The one who totally had the hots for you?"

And that's when you know he's off on a tangent, all sorts of stupid stuff spewing out before he even thinks to stop. "So he's the one you're messing with now? Seriously? And you didn't even think to tell me? I mean, I deserve to know if you're being all 'I love you sweetie' with someone, don't I?" That's the last thing you hear before losing it, your own patience wearing thin as as you launch into a rant.

"Deserve to know? I really don't understand how you got yourself under that illusion, Choi Yeonjun. You don't deserve to know shit, not after you kept the fact that you have a girlfriend from me. You didn't think I was important enough to know, but did you ever see me getting angry at you over that without reason? No, because I'm not petty like that.

And despite that, you still have the audacity to call me out for not telling you if I'm messing with someone? Didn't it occur to you even once to actually try and talk to me about it, instead of lashing out from the get-go? If you remember the fact that that 'idiot' was the one who asked me out during my first month there, then shouldn't you also be aware of the fact that you had been the first person I had told about it. But no, it seems like it very conveniently slipped your mind, huh?"

Now he's the one at a loss for words, blinking like a deer caught in headlights. "T-that's besides the point," he tries to reason, his being overcome with guilt as he finds his accusations getting washed away. But you're not having his drama now, the feelings you've been holding back on coming to the fore at last. "You didn't feel bad even once keeping me in the dark, but you suddenly take it to heart if I don't tell you about a friend?"

"Well you seemed much more than friends with him to me, the way you were smiling and being all giggly on the phone." "Yeah right. A phone call was all it took for you to determine my relation to Leo, isn't it? You're so damn perceptive, I must say. Maybe that's why you thought not telling me would save me the pain, huh?" You're on a roll now, angry words bursting like fireworks as you feel your eyes grow watery. "Well just so you know, you not telling me hurt me more than anything else ever has."

"And so you decided to get back at me for that, didn't you?," he claps back, not a hint of remorse evident in his voice even though he can feel it inside. "You decided to go against my back and get yourself a boyfriend, right when I-" He stops short at that, the next lying dying at the tip of his tongue as the waterworks finally begin for you.

"You know what?," you seethe, eyes bloodshot and hands shaking as you manage to get one last thing out. "Yeah. Yeah I did get myself a boyfriend behind your back. Because you don't fucking deserve to know."

And with that, you're out the door.

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discreetcompanion · 1 year

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I graduated! I would love to post more here but I'd rather keep details to myself as I understand not everyone that frequents this blog has the best intentions. I also think that's a safe assumption anytime you post on the internet no matter who you are (seriously, be safe!). So yes I graduated and I've decided to build another business. It wasn't what I went into this program thinking I'd be doing but it's what I've decided to do. I mean, after being an entrepreneur for as long as I have, it's difficult to imagine being told what to do and when to do it. Don't get me wrong, I do feel there is value in learning from others but for this next chapter, I'll be fine on my own until I start feeling I can benefit from some continuing education or mentorship. If you know me you know I always welcome any opportunity to learn and grow. I didn't post much here because I started this blog while I was in school. I knew i wouldn't be able to post much but I also wanted a space for people to get to know me and assess compatibility.

If you sent me a text this past week, my phone was turned off. Valentine's day came and something said to me "take the day off" and I did then I took the next day off and the next day off. I had a lot of time to think about what I want and need right now in this stage of my life and I've decided to wind things down a little bit more.

From today on, my safe gfe sessions will remain the same but will have a two hour minimum. My fbsm session will be changing. It'll be the same amazing full sensual massage but modified. I can hear those of you that haven't met me say "well what was it like before?!" bwahahaha well you missed out! TOO BAD!! I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Time with me will always be a treat. It's just now I'm putting some much needed boundaries between me and this work as I work to start a new chapter of my life.

Please don't read a review of me and expect the same session the next person received. The only thing I can guarantee you when we meet is you'll meet a lovely, gorgeous, playful woman. I'll always be pleasant and provide a great service but as I said in my last post everything else depends on your demeanor, attitude...etc.

There's certainly been one or two assholes over the years. We'll put the guy from my last post in the number 3 spot HA! It tickles me when clients say "you must meet a lot of crazy guys" I always tell say "nope! most are just like you!" And truly, they are. I've met deans, executives, CEOs, politicians and priests - yes I really met a priest and a rabbi once. To be exact, I've met two priests and a rabbi. I just remember them being so down-to-earth and super cool. Lovely people.

Having said that, I just wanted to say to those that I've met, thank you, truly. It's so easy to watch the news or read the boards and think everyone is out to get you or hurt you but in my little world you guys have shown up for me, taken care of me, well, to be fair I think we've taken care of each other but you've allowed me to experience your beauty and goodness even if just for an hour or two at a time. And you've allowed me to meet a part of myself that I love, admire and respect so much. Thank you.

So where do we go from here, well, I've been saying it for awhile but I do believe I'm leaving this thing of ours this year. It just seems my life is moving faster than I am and I'm trying to create the space I need to take care of myself and take action on my goals. But I'll keep you posted, okay? As for when I'll be posting new pictures, if I don't post pictures by this Friday, i'll have some new ones up early next week. I promise. Until then.

xoxo, E

update: After talking to some of my clients and some of you, I've decided to keep the one hour for gfe and raise it. My tryst ad have been changed to reflect the new rates. Thank you so much for the feedback <3

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dumblydork · 3 years

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Wasn't expecting to be back as a writer so soon but I just absolutely CANNOT get enough of writing headcanons and AUs and JUST BEAR WITH ME OKAY

Also I feel like this is super long but it might not be idk

Some more Hinny, with a bit of Romione! So this one is set in the modern magical world. Hope you enjoy! And don't forget, if you have absolutely ANY Hinny headcanons you'd want to see written, please drop me a message or an ask anytime and I'll do my best to write one 3>

"This class just CANNOT get any worse." Ron muttered, drawing lazy lines with his pen on the History of Magic textbook they were reading.

"We literally live in 2020, do we really HAVE to study all this old age crap?" He continued, now shifting to drawing circles as the teacher droned on.

Harry for one, wasn't listening to the professor (though he did vaguely hear him mention 'Goblin War' but that was about it) and neither to Ron. Harry was busy staring out of the window onto the busy streets of London below their high classroom, thinking about a certain redhead.

A certain redhead who also happened his best friend's sister.

"Hi!" Hermione's voice came in an excited whisper as she started taking out her textbook, the dull grey of it made slightly happy with all the colourful muggle stickers (once affronted, she had told Harry that they were called 'Post Its' but Harry just could never bother with the name), full of notes and extra bits. Hermione was careful not to let the professor know that she was suddenly here, a thought which hit Harry when Ron exclaimed almost loudly before Hermione kicked his foot under the table to shut him up.

"I swear to Godric you weren't here literally a minute ago how- Harry?" Ron wondered, calling his best friend.

"Yes it's very odd Ron." Harry almost sighed, back to his brooding. Hermione was doing weird things always- it was nothing new.

"Please be like Harry and stop looking so surprised. Let me focus." Hermione sneered at Ron and whipped out her pencil, furiously noting down from the board whatever the professor had been droning on about for the past 45 minutes.

"And that, is all on the Goblin War of 1785 today. Make sure you finish your homework- remember, 4 pages on the magical strategies used by the two goblin sides to win the war. I need it handed in on Monday. Class dismissed." The professor walked out with his nose in the air, as if he had imparted the knowledge of a lifetime in one single lesson. He waved a lazy hand at the board which wiped off all the notes, releasing a few cries from the back where some kids were still making notes.

"Thank Godric that's over!" Ron could almost cry. Harry was back to paying attention, especially after Hermione slapped his hand. "Earth calling whatever planet Harry Potter is on!" She laughed. The three of them got up and walked out into the corridor.

"What lesson do we have next?" Harry asked absentmindedly.

"What's up with you today? You've been like this since we returned from the Burrow well over a week ago." Ron said thoughtfully, an arm slung carelessly around Hermione's shoulder, who was surprisingly okay with it.

Harry snapped back to reality. If Ron found out, it would be Harry's head and nothing else.

"And what about the two of you? Care to explain," Harry looked at the Ron's arm, "whatever this is? You two have been just finding ways for touching each other, don't think I haven't noticed." Harry finished with a whistle, knowing this was the nerve he had hit. He almost grinned to himself.

"That," Hermione shrug off the arm around her, blushing furiously, "is just two friends being friendly." She finished, but there was a considerable change in the pitch of her voice.

"Yes yes whatever." Harry flicked a lazy hand at the two, knowing fully well they had gotten up to something in the Burrow which was only between the two of them.

The trio had reached the cafeteria where they sat down on one of the empty benches, having half hour free before moving on to Harry's most despised class- Chemistry, or Potions as it was called in the older ages.

Harry let his thoughts move back to the Burrow (courtesy this couple who were now sitting with their sides practically touching). The Burrow was Ron's house, and the trio's favourite hangout. They were there for the summer break, which had ended a week ago, but the memories were still as old as yesterday.

"Oh please, I will kick your ass at Quidditch." Ginny, Ron's younger sister and the youngest Weasley piped, her fiery red hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Quidditch was the one thing Harry really enjoyed- it was rare to have Quidditch matches in school now with so much course load, so these summers were what he lived for.

Particularly this one summer where Ginny had turned up looking just gorgeous, something Harry had failed to notice in the 6 years he had known her. It wasn't as if she wasn't gorgeous before- it just struck him differently this time. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the fact that she could make Harry laugh almost always. She was not only gorgeous- Ginny had developed a sense of humour and sarcasm quite unlike her brothers- they were fond of practical jokes, whereas Ginny was more of the sharp tongued type who could make an entire room laugh without as much as waving a hand. And it was absolutely fabulous. Harry had found himself staring at her practically everyday of summer since he came to the Burrow three months ago.

The way she tied her hair up, or how she bit her lip when exasperated with her Math homework and the way her lips opened slowly first when she laughed. The slight, barely perceptible crook in her teeth and the generous sprinkling of freckles all across her face. It was all suddenly very endearing to Harry.

And hence, midway through his last week at the Burrow, Harry had come to the conclusion that he had started fancying Ginevra Weasley, his best friend Ronald Weasley's younger sister. Not to mention practically Hermione's best friend, despite being an year younger.

So that was why Harry was barely able to keep his impulses in check when he saw Ginny in her Quidditch outfit, wearing a red and gold jersey with cream coloured bottoms. But when he thought of how he could have his ears boxed in by Ron, he could very much focus back on the match and not on a heart-achingly stunning redhead.

"Language, Ginny. This girl," Ron's mom, Molly, muttered under her breath, currently putting up laundry by swishing her wand back and forth. All of the Weasley siblings were back home at the Burrow, except for Percy and Bill, who were both busy working.

"Sorry mom! As I was saying Harry, I will definitely kick your bottom in this match." Ginny corrected herself.

"Please, we shall see." Lately it was getting increasingly difficult for him to produce coherent responses in front of the woman he had come to consider as practically a sarcastic goddess. But he was proud of this response- he should continue thinking about Ron's punches.

"Okay, positions, and go!" Harry heard Arthur, Ron's father say and the match began in earnest. Hermione was sitting this one down with a novel, but at the moment was preparing a jug of lemonade the Muggle way.

Ron and Harry were one team, whereas Ginny, George and Fred were another. The game lasted for a good 40 minutes before Harry and Ron won the game by obtaining the 'snitch' (which was actually just an enchanted flying ball, kindly given to them by Arthur who had an obsession for all things Muggle).

"What happened to all that talk of kicking ass, huh?" Harry laughed, almost falling into one of the reclining chairs. Molly was handing out cool glasses of lemonade. "I think mine needs more ice." Harry said, sipping from his glass.

"Oh I totally forgot the ice! My wand is in the kitchen though." She said sheepishly, not wanting to give up her spot on the recliner. Or rather not wanting to get up from her spot next to Ron, who had decided to perch himself on Hermione's recliner despite there being an extra empty one.

"That's okay, I'll get some myself." He grinned. "I'll come too- I need to change out of this." Ginny added. They walked back inside the Burrow which was empty, with the entire family outside in the garden.

Harry waved his wand which was lying on the kitchen counter into a bowl and ice appeared, shining in the sunlight but not melting. Magic.

He added a few to his glass and leaned on the counter, sipping lazily on the drink. It was good to be away from the noise for a minute. Ginny reappeared downstairs, having changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and unholy thoughts came rushing back into Harry's brain.

"I'll get some ice too, now that I'm here." Ginny took out an empty glass and filled it with ice, presumably wanting to fill it with lemonade later. But the way she took the ice gave Harry goosebumps- she leant across him instead of asking him to move and picked a few pieces of ice from behind him. Harry was frozen in his place- Ginny made no move whatsoever to stand behind. She stood inches away from Harry, just a few centimetres shorter than him.

"Oh for goodness sakes Harry, kiss me already." She rolled her eyes but the tip of her ears went red.

"What?" Harry spluttered- it was something he had been wanting to do since the start of summer but putting it into words stunned him of sorts. Was he THAT readable?

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you've looked at me all summer, Harry. It's not that difficult to know that you fancy me. A lot. And just so you know, I do too. A lot. Have done so since Ron introduced us.* She whispered, but stepped back after her confession.

Harry was still stunned, but could anyway notice the distance she had put, now slightly unsure after her brazenness. She still stared at him, her lips shaped into an imperceptible 'O', begging to be kissed. So that's what Harry did- he pulled Ginny back towards him by her waist and placed his lips on hers, almost tasting sunlight but with cherry swirled in it. His hands remained at her waist but Ginny moved hers to lock around Harry's neck, slowly playing with the curls at his nape. She smiled into the kiss, parting her lips were slightly, just so Harry could taste her; it was sinful but decadent. Very much like a good bar of chocolate. More than good. An absolutely unbelievable bar of chocolate.

When they finally pulled back after what could have been a lifetime, or an eternity, or a few seconds, Ginny grinned at Harry. "Do you not have anything to say?" She stood there's suddenly a bit shy, with her arms still around Harry's neck.

"You said all of it for me. I do fancy you- maybe way too much." He said, feeling as if Ginny's brazen confidence was transferred into his veins.

"That's a relief, because I might or might not have been looking to get you to kiss me." She said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"You what?" Harry stared at her incredulously, before breaking out into a wide smile.

"Don't worry, the bit about me fancying you is real. Have done so since I was 10." She added seriously.

"So are we a thing now?" Harry raised an eyebrow, quite enjoying the small circles he was making on Ginny's side.

"Keep dreaming on, Potter." She removed her hands from around his neck and disappeared like she had reappeared after changing, what felt like ages ago. Harry smiled to himself before walking outside again, his lemonade glass forgotten.

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"Really Harry, one would think you're in love the way you're zoned out." Ron stared at him, as Harry snapped back into the real world.

"Huh? Oh yeah." He agreed absent mindedly, still reeling a bit from that summer afternoon.

"You're in love?" Hermione asked, an eyebrow raised as she looked up from what looked like homework.

"Forget me, but you do seem to be." Harry glanced at her notebook, which had R+H scribbled messily on the margins. He grinned as Hermione and Ron blushed furiously.

"Okay fine, me and Ron might have kissed at the Burrow." Hermione said, snapping her book shut as Ron stared at her longingly.

"How interesting, because me and Harry did something similar." Ginny suddenly appeared from behind and sat beside Harry, pressing her lips to his cheek.

The two boys stared back and forth. Ron's eyes widened but returned to their normal size, as Ron slung an arm around Hermione again, except this time she actually leaned into him.

"What? Is happening?" Harry looked around, first at the couple in front of him and then at Ginny. This was all extremely confusing.

"Did you think you were the only observant human to ever exist? Hermione Granger is my girlfriend, Harry. Nothing escapes her. Not when one of her best friends kisses another one of her best friends." Ron laughed.

"Wait so you're not mad?" Harry was still shaken. Was his worrying all a waste? If he'd known, he could have spent more time with Ginny, locked behind doors, his lips on hers-

"Why would I be? I'd rather Ginny end up with you rather than some other git from school." Ron's voice cut into his thoughts breezily.

"Oh. Okay." Harry settled before smiling at Ginny and weaving his hand through hers.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Harry's eyes widened.

"Wait. Hermione Granger is your girlfriend?!" The typical Potter late realisation. The three people around him laughed heartily before Harry joined in, shooting Ginny an endearing look, making the tips of her ears turn red.

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