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"did your ice cream just drip on my hair?" isha questions, giggling, tilting her head up to see harry looking down at her, a weird smile on his face, cone held far away from her.

"no...," he denies slowly, shaking his head lightly as he pushes isha's head back to its original position, feeling her body shake against his, her back pressed to his abdomen, arms around his spread thighs.

"you did, didn't you, you naughty boy!"

"it wasn't on purpose!"

isha laughs harder, eyes fluttering closed as she brings her hand to her hair, accidentally brushing it against harry's soft, defined jaw before pressing against her head, slowly wiping the cream away, shaking her hand after to get rid of it.

"you're a child, harry."

"i warned you this position was dangerous, isha."

"yeah," isha agrees, turning the page of the book that harry holds in one hand, his arm around her waist, "but it's the only way we could read romeo and juliet together."

"i'm sorry."

isha doesn't reply, just tilts her head back, places a soft kiss against his jaw, and then turns her attention back to the book, leaning back into harry, who leans back into the tree, as they both start reading again.

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