Chapter Twenty-Nine

                                    

                                          
       I smiled around the room, not believing my eyes. 
                          
       Harry Potter. Harry Potter every where.
                          
       The room had been competely transformed into some weird and wacky Harry Potter fun room! And it was pure amazing.
                          
       The blankets on the bed had been replaced with ones of Harry Potter theme, mosty focussing on the trio (you know what trio I'm talking about). The walls were just a huge collage of Harry Potter pictures with one wall holding a huge image of Hogwarts at night, and it was gorgeous.
                          
       Every little thing had been transformed to the other universe. Even al the pencils had been changed to quills and all books had to changed to the Harry Potter books; including Beedle the Bard and all those spin off books Rowling wrote herself.
                          
       Goofy things like wands and robes were lying around. I swore I spotted Ron's jumper hung up in the closet. There was Butterbeer and cookies shapped like the dealthly hallow on the desk, which also happened to hold a scroll that had some random scribbles on it.
                          
       The television was playing a round of all the movies and to top it off, Hewigs theme was softly playing in the background. 
                          
       When I was younger, I always wanted a room with a hardcore Harry Potter theme (I still sort of do, I'm not going to lie...) and I dreamed about something like this for years. And here I was, standing in he room wih any Harry Potter merchandise at my finger tips! I swear to God, in that moment I never felt so bad for anyone who has ever hated Harry Potter in my life.
                          
       And I loved it all. I just hope he likes it.
                          
       I turned to Bradley, grinning. "It's wonderful!" I cried, holding back tears. The room was everything I ever wanted and more.
                          
       I ran towards him and hugged him tight, sighing into his shoulder. He chuckled. "Thanks," He mumbled modestly. I could tell he was a bit embarrassed.
                          
       I pulled back so I could see his face. "I knew you loved artsy stuff and all," I glanced around the room. "But this is just insane! I never knew you could do something like this!" 
                          
       He laughed and scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't do it by myself," He grumbled. "Eric and Richard sort of helped me. Complaining all the way,"
                          
       I laughed and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight. "Thank you." I whispered. "It's perfect."
                          
       Bradley stared into my eyes for a few seconds before jumping and letting go of my hand so he could rummage through his pockets. "I almost forgot," He mumbled as he removed a little box from his pocket.
                          
       I grabbed it and glared at him. "Really?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.
                          
       "Just open it." He said.
                          
       And I did exactly that. Inside held a necklace; just like the Time Turner Hermione had. I felt my heart melt. "Bradley!" I cried. "You didn't have to."
                          
       Bradley shrugged. "I wanted to." He replied.
                          
       I looked around the room. "But thinking about who much this room must of cost," I said quietly. "And now this necklace... That's a lot Bradley."
                          
       He held the hand that was holding the necklace. "Rich, remember?" He grinned and he removed the necklace from my hand. "Now turn around so I can put this on you."
                          
       I grinned and did as he said, holding my hair back. I felt the cool chain on my skin and felt the little clump of silver touch my chest. I stared down at it and sighed, grinning to myself. I've always wanted one of this, and now I've got it.
                          
       "Why is it that you're always the one to get me necklaces?" I questioned as I turned back to him.
                          
       Bradley smiled and shrugged. "Guess I'm just a lucky guy."
                          
       We heard a door close downstairs and someone call loudly. It was Matt.
                          
       I felt my heart skip a beat. "Bradley, I'm nervous." I whispered.
                          
       He grabbed my head a bent down so his eyes were level with mine (god, I'm short). "Don't be." He whispered. "Matt's a nice guy, okay? Everything will be fine."
                          
       "What if he hates me now?" I wondered, and the thought of Matt hating me forever brought tears to my eyes; I cared a lot about Matt. 
                          
       Bradley shook his head. "It isn't possible for Matt to hate someone." He told me.
                          
       I was shaking. "I can't do this! I can't tell him..." I told Bradley. "Not by myself, please."
                          
       We heard Matt as he began to walk up the stairs, still calling out for someone to reply to him.
                          
       Bradley kissed my forehead. "You can do this. Just tell him how you really feel." He assured me before slipping out of the room, leaving me alone.
                          
       I was only alone for a few seconds before Matt entered the room, the look of confusion on his face shifting to a look of surprise and wonderment, and back to confusion when he saw me standing there, decked out in Gryffindor pride. Did I forget to mention I was wearing that? Yeah, I'm an idiot.
                          
       And suddenly every desicion I ever made was wrong. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot.
                          
       He hates the room, doesn't he? Why did I have to be so stupid and go redo his whole room over. Why did Bradley ever pitch this idea to me? Why did I have to agree!? I was so stupid. He would never love this. He would never love me.
                          
       Matt dropped his bag on the floor and slowly walked towards me, eyebrows knitted together. He was about to say something but before he could, I whipped around and picked up the Sorting Hat, plopping it down on the top of his head.
                          
       He chuckled, shaking his head. "What even happened in here?" It was could to see him again.
                          
       I shrugged. "Nothing." I said with a grin.
                          
       We kind of just stared at each other for a while. Matt didn't even break eye contact to look around the newly themed room. He just stared into my big, boring eyes. 
                          
       And then he kissed me.
                          
       It wasn't like when he kissed me before, though. This was special and this was different. This was real; we weren't nervous or scared, because we knew what the other person was thinking and what we both wanted. And what we wanted was each other.
                          
       You could say it was... magical. (yes, pun intended.)
                          
       He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
                          
       He understood. "I know." He whispered back.
                          
       We both pulled away and Matt wrapped his arm around my shoulders, my arms looping around his torso. He sighed as he looked around his room. 
                          
       "I love what you've done with the place."
                          

                          

                          
// author's note //
                          
heyheyhey this story aint over yet i aint done ruining lives yet
                          
and sorry about that plotish twistsh early i love you guys
                          
and check out my new story Three Dumb Guys! im really excited about it and i hope you all like it xx
                          
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