Trou du cul sale d'esprit.
                          
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I walked carefully up the stair to the Quidditch stands, yet quickly not wanting to continue breathing in the musty air. Surfacing, I took a seat around the middle making sure I had a good view whatever was going on in the air. 
                          
A week or so ago, both me and got casted for our house Quidditch team. Soon, the trademark Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match to commence the season. 
                          
In the meantime though, Harry had practice today while Slytherin's was tomorrow.
                          
The team shot up into the air, zooming around, Harry immediately aiming for the snitch and the others darting of in different directions. 
                          
The whole thing was split. There was one beater, keeper and chaser for each team (the third chaser taking the keeper role). Harry on the other hand was on his own, by catching the snitch he marked the end if the game. 
                          
After no longer than 5 more minutes of the gliding through the air, pulling different moves and whatnot, my ravenette seeker had caught the snitch. Causing the team to lower down and talk about the previous session. 
                          
They completed a few more games like the first and many drills to do with all the quidditch tactics. In the meantime I waited patiently my gaze never fully drifting from the game or more specifically, by boyfriend. 
                          
Around 5pm, the practice came to an end so the team bid their goodbyes and dispersed. Harry walked toward me looking slightly tired, but nothing compared to the exhausted team. He's always been agile, always full of energy. 
                          
"We going now?" he asked drowsily. 
                          
"Yeah; you cold or anything?" I answered. He looked up at me, confused. 
                          
"No, why?"
                          
"Good cause we aren't going inside just yet." I motioned for him to come with me, subtly. We had to sneak away slyly enough not to arise suspicion - it was getting progressively easier since most people were used to seeing us around each other so much, they just learned not to bat an eye.
                          
He walked down the steps and I made my way down the path to the Forbidden Forest. Once we reached an entrance, I looked back to see Harry confused. I took his hand and stepped into the forest, guiding him along the path we took just a few days ago. 
                          
As we arrived I looked back at him; he looked just as amazed as he did on Saturday, still a little confused. 
                          
"And why..?" he trailed off, "Place sure is stunning but why again?"
                          
"Theres gonna be fireworks tonight," I said calmly. He looked at me angrily yet fearfully. 
                          
"Then why would bring me?! I hate them and you know that!"
                          
"Harry, I know. But they aren't that bad; I'm trying to help you," I responded to his small outburst. I knew he was gonna be either pissed or scared when I told him my reason. But it is what it is.
                          
"How? Probably be worse outside the castle wall..." he began. "It'll be just like the battle-"
                          
By then, he'd pulled away and his eyes darted around anxiously, taking small glances at the sky. I went to hug him and said, "Take a breath, Harry. There's nothing there; you might not think it but the war is over. The Wizarding World is at peace."
                          
He took a few deep breaths then relaxed into my arms though still slightly tense. I ran a hand through his hair, the other wrapped around his body. I could feel him breathe and his heart beat slow.
                          
"It won't be so bad," I reassured him.
                          
I knew that there'd be fireworks for the next week or so it would be better if we became comfortable with them going off every so often in the nights.
                          
I held him in my arms for another few minutes until the few fireworks began to go off. He flinched slightly but I brought him closer.
                          
I knew that there would be many more firework shows this month so it no good having to be stuck inside during every one of them.
                          
I would bring him out to a few more before the massive bonfire night one and hope that he'll be less scared of them.
                          
Merlin, the things a Veela was to do for his mate.

                          
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a/n: i put an pansy-like question in here 💔💔💔 it do be kinda fluffy/angsty ig-? fun fact! it was recently bonfire night in britain and they are british so i decided get on topic- so my question for y'all: would u mind if i start writing in all lowercase?