(𝑻𝑾 : 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕, 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒚𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒂, 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘.)
* 𝑴𝑨𝑿 𝑷𝑶𝑽 *
𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐. 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕.
𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓, 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔.
𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚.
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆?" 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝑰 𝒏𝒐𝒅, 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚.
𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈.
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𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒙 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌. 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕.
𝑯𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒙𝒆𝒓𝒔.
𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔. 𝑰 𝒑𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒖𝒃 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔.
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Fanfiction(𝑺𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻!!) Harry Potter discovers that he is a veela, a Wizard who has a mysterious mate. Somebody else is in his interest. He finds himself staring at his potions master more often then he should...
