Harry discovers Grindr and realises that he can screen his hook-ups according to his specific...needs.
What happens when he finds himself staring at Draco Malfoy when he arrives for his first foray into dating apps.
Started out as pure smut, but the...
Classic British fare made from fresh ingredients served up in a bright, unstuffy atmosphere.
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Food for foodies without being pretentious.
My father would have absolutely hated it.
I'd already decided on the Welsh rarebit with a side salad, having always been the sort who decided exactly what I wanted to eat the moment my eyes glanced at the menu.
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"Anything you'd care to talk about?" Hermione asked, setting her menu aside, her warm brown eyes searching mine.
I allowed myself a brief reverie of her reaction should I spill everything regarding Harry and me.
Instead, I decided to go another route.
"Would you ever consider obliviating someone you cared for?"
I was still berating myself over what I'd done to Pansy and Blaise.
"Absolutely," Hermione replied without a moment's hesitation, and I stared at her, completely flabbergasted.
"I already have done," she continued, picking up the wine menu, eyes glancing at me. "During the war. It was for their own safety."
I had no idea who "they" were, and my spirits sank somewhat, as obliviating someone during the war and obliviating someone because they stumbled upon your naughty little secret were very different things.
"And I reversed it once it was safe," she added.
My face must have dropped visibly because she smiled at me reassuringly.
"I'm not saying you should reverse it," she said, pausing as the server arrived at our table.
"Afternoon," the woman greeted cheerfully. "My name is Anne, I'll be your server today. May I start you with something to drink?"
"Hello," Hermione smiled. "May we have a bottle of the Sancerre Rosé and the bone marrow to start?" She glanced at me and winked cheekily.
