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Harry's P.O.V.
"...One...Two...Three...Go!" Y/N said as she turned around her freshly carved pumpkin feeling oh-so accomplished with her stereotypical pumpkin carving.
The usual crooked smirk and curved eyes were present on her pumpkin and I instantly felt a bit self-conscious as I turned mine around on her countdown.
My pumpkin on the other hand was a bit different. Instead of carving a face I decided to carve a bat on the front of it. Well at least I intended to carve out a bat. The bat came out crooked and messy and it didn't resemble a bat in the slightest.
"Oh dear god Harry what is that?" Y/N said while giggling. She cupped her hand over her mouth to hide her smile so she wouldn't make me feel bad about my lousy pumpkin. I tried to hide my own smile as well as I faked a pout and folded my arms across my chest.
"What's wrong with it?"
"What is it?" Y/N said with a smile.
"A bat," I replied softly. She laughed a little more and I felt my cheeks heat up. "I thought it came out pretty good," I lied. Y/N moved over to the spot on the floor next to me and rested her chin on my shoulder.
"Whatever you say baby, it's very cute." She lied as her lips pressed to my cheek.
"I know you are," I said cheesily while she wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
"You're such a dork."
"But I'm your dork."
"Sadly." She said with a smile.
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