When Harry kissed her, there was no way he could pretend this didn’t mean more than it did. But in the darkness, at least she wouldn’t be able to read him and his desires. He wanted to find the constellations on her pale skin. He longed to trace the seemingly endless freckles that sprinkled her nose and trailed down her navel with his lips. He ached to see her in the light, whether it was daylight, the warm flicker of candlelight, or even the moonlight blue-white from a simple lumos. The darkness in the room was causing a paradoxical stirring within him. □Īnd thank you especially to without whom I’m not sure I would have ever dared try to write smut or keep this story going after I got stuck on chapter two! ♥️ Tagging the lovely since she requested I do so when I posted. Please avert your eyes from this fic if that is not your cup of tea. It’s gonna be a good ‘ld mutual pining, idiots in love, angst with a happy ending story. Note: Oh goodness me, not sure what I am doing, but I am writing a friends with benefits story, which means (gah) there be some smut in future chapters. It’s my first time attempting to write smut (oh God, what was I thinking?), which first appears in the next chapter. It’s just stress relief for two friends who are far too busy with their careers for a relationship… Right? Summary: After a drunken night, Harry and Ginny find themselves tangled up in each other - in more ways than one.
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