"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙡𝙚."
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IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Lestrange battles the haunting grip of Tom Riddle's malevolent diary as she unravels long-buried truths about her family, herself, and her growing feelings...
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"Can't you see the way her face lights up when she sees you?"
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"Hermione," Jupiter managed to stammer as she stepped back into the common room, catching sight of Hermione and Ron in the midst of their usual back-and-forth over the S.P.E.W. badges.
"Did you calm him down?" Hermione asked, holding up a hand to silence Ron, who was pouting dramatically.
"Hermione–can–I–please–talk–to–you?" Jupiter blurted out in a single breath. Hermione looked at her with raised eyebrows but quickly started gathering her books and parchment. She scooped up Jupiter's work as well and headed toward the stairs to their dormitory.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked, lowering her voice as they left the common room, casting a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure Ron couldn't hear them.
"Er... I think Harry tried to kiss me," Jupiter whispered, her face flushing.
"WHAT?" Hermione's shout echoed through the stairwell as she fumbled, dropping Jupiter's books and her S.P.E.W. box with a loud crash.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" Ron yelled from below, clearly unable to resist eavesdropping. Jupiter and Hermione scrambled to collect the fallen items.
"Nothing, Ron! Stop being nosy!" Jupiter called down, earning a grumble of frustration from him, followed by silence.
Hermione nudged open the door to their dormitory, where Lavender and Parvati were chattering excitedly about Professor Trelawney's latest dramatic prediction. She barely noticed them as she turned to Jupiter, her expression all seriousness. "What did you just say to me?"
"I think Harry tried to kiss me," Jupiter repeated, and the moment she did, both Lavender and Parvati fell silent, their eyes growing wide with shock.
Hermione's eyes blazed as she grabbed Jupiter by the shoulders. "Tried?" she scoffed. "You stopped him?!"
"I was scared!" Jupiter protested, but Hermione shook her in exasperation.
"How long have you fancied him?" Hermione demanded, staring at her as if she'd grown two heads. "You've fancied that boy since first year, and now he finally tries to kiss you, and you stop him?!"
"I didn't even know if he actually was going to," Jupiter groaned, pushing Hermione off and collapsing backward onto her bed. "What if I misread it? Imagine if I kissed him and he didn't fancy me! I'd die of embarrassment."
Hermione let out a laugh as she plopped down beside her. "Jove, are you blind?" She nudged her playfully. "All Harry ever does is either talk about you, talk to you, or just... stare at you. I'd bet you a whole box of Chocolate Frogs he's down there right now, moaning to Ron about how you turned him down."
