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"Out of everything I've folded, paper rings have to be my favourite. Would you like me to teach you?" Draco asked Harry.

That's it, paper rings.

Harry had been thinking of what to get Draco for his birthday, which was two days from now, and he couldn't think of anything that the blond possibly wanted.

Harry was going to need to talk to Hermione about this.

"Yeah, maybe tonight. I've got to go, I need to talk to Hermione about something," Harry stated and the blond sighed.

"Catch you later, Potter."


"Get him flowers," Hermione said. 

"Uh- I should probably let you know that we aren't actually dating, we're just pretending to so that we can make fun of Ron," Harry admitted.

She shook her head, a smile evident on her face.

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? He likes you as more than a friend for sure, Harry."

Harry glanced towards the fireplace, where the bright orange flames were burning as bright as ever, lighting up the common room.

"Thank you, 'Mione. I know what to get him now."


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