Lipstick and aphrodisiacs
Voldemort played a crucial role in bringing Lupin and Tonks together.
According to Hermione, Tonks has been pursuing Lupin passionately, but Lupin has been rejecting her because of his age and status—the emphasis being on his status.
"For wizards, age difference is just a trivial excuse. If Professor Lupin hadn't been bitten by the werewolf, I think they would have been together long ago."
Oh, if both are wizards, a thirteen-year age difference is negligible, but if one of them is a Muggle, a two-year age difference feels like two centuries.
“They lack a trigger—some kind of strong enough stimulus—otherwise, Professor Lupin would find it hard to take that step… Professor Moody said the ring they found was imbued with highly seductive black magic and a curse? Perhaps that stimulus is death itself… Merlin, thankfully they're alright!”
Okay, he knew he was exaggerating. The point wasn't the age difference; it was just that Queenie preferred older men, or rather, more mature men. And he just happened to lack both physical and psychological maturity.
But—Harry thought again—even so, Queenie still chose to be with him, which already says a lot, doesn't it?
Hermione, “…” What are you grinning like an idiot for?
When Queenie woke up, she heard this love story called "The Wizard and the Wolf".
Are they going to have a wedding?
"Lupin said not yet, now is not the best time. Sirius disagreed, he felt that the best time for them to get married would be whenever they wanted, just like my parents did... well, but Tonks obviously wouldn't listen to him, she said they could do whatever they wanted and that Sirius should mind his own business."
"That's true. Not all marriages need a wedding. Whatever the form, it's best to do what you like."
“Sirius wasn’t very happy; his good ideas had nowhere to go. And then—uh…” Harry trailed off.
"And then what?" Queenie was drawing her eyebrows in front of the mirror when she heard this and casually replied.
“Oh, nothing much…” Harry tried to sound nonchalant. “Sirius just told me very seriously that we should never skip the wedding ceremony again. He’s already figured out what he’s going to do at the wedding.”
“Yes, family opinions are also important.” Queenie finished drawing her eyebrows and carefully compared the height of both sides.
...That's it?
Harry tried to maintain his nonchalance, but Gryffindors were really bad at pretending, not to mention he was the most reckless one among them.
Queenie put down her eyebrow pencil with satisfaction and began choosing which lipstick to wear that day.
Harry's lips curled into a smile as he stared at Queenie's lovely golden hair whorl in the mirror, repeating in a dramatic tone, "Sirius said that I absolutely cannot skip the wedding ceremony, and he already has what he wants to do at the wedding."
This time Queenie listened attentively. "Oh, so what does he plan to do at your wedding?"
your.
Harry pursed his lips. "I don't know."
"These two colors?"
Queenie suddenly turned around and asked for his opinion, so Harry had no choice but to focus his attention on the two lipsticks in front of him, which in the past seemed to him to be almost identical in color.
"Weren't you going to wear a white dress today? I think this peach color would match better."
Queenie raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you say."
She said this without actually applying lipstick, but just tilted her head and said, "If Sirius wants to do something sentimental at the wedding, I won't agree. I prefer a happy and lively atmosphere."
"Uh, probably not," Harry answered instinctively. He remembered that Sirius had said he would reveal at his wedding that Harry had been jealous of his godfather. He could imagine that everyone except him would burst into laughter. "Wait, you disagree?"
“Oh, so you didn’t want to marry me.” Queenie nodded. “The savior of the magical world is going to start something and then abandon it.”
“I didn’t!” Harry almost jumped up.
Queenie was like a screenwriter who specializes in writing melodramatic love stories. "But that's true, we're both still young. I'm just an ordinary Muggle, while you're famous. Who can say what the future holds? If you ever want to break up with me, you don't even need an excuse. One spell will solve it, right? Just like Sirius did to Mrs. Sheeran next door."
Harry, like a lion struggling to vent its frustration, his face flushed red, cried out, "I would never do that!"
“Oh.” Queenie blinked slowly, then turned around and opened her lipstick, preparing to add the final touch to her makeup for the day.
She seemed completely unconcerned, as if unaware of the hurtful words that had just escaped her beautiful, soft lips.
Harry stretched out his arm and snatched Queenie's lipstick. "I'll put it on for you."
Queenie knew his level, "Okay, I'm kidding—oh my god!"
Before she could finish speaking, Harry suddenly lifted her onto the dressing table. Queenie instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, but before she could say anything more, Harry's mouth slammed into hers.
He pressed himself against her, and Queenie was kissed so hard that she involuntarily leaned back, her poor waist both bending and tensing. Worst of all, it gradually went limp under Harry's onslaught, almost unable to support her weight.
Fortunately, the savior was experienced and supported her lower back in time, allowing the kiss, which carried a hint of punishment, to continue.
Punishment—that was indeed what he thought before his lips touched those two soft lips.
Oh, Queenie stuck out her tongue... Well, thinking about it, Queenie is right. They're both still young. How many people decide on their life partner at the very beginning of their lives? Maybe they'll still love each other in five years, but what about ten? Fifteen?
Harry thought this and kissed her even more passionately, and Queenie could only respond by clinging tightly to his neck.
When their four thin lips finally parted reluctantly, both of their mouths turned red and slightly swollen.
Queenie buried her face in Harry's neck and complained softly, "Ouch—you're hurting me."
Harry lowered his head and gently licked her lips, making Queenie feel itchy. She couldn't help but hug him and kiss him for a while.
Finally, they rested in each other's arms, with Queenie still sitting at the dressing table, nestled in Harry's lap, enjoying his caresses.
“If—I mean if—” Harry’s tone was as if he had made an incredibly difficult decision, “If you don’t want to be with me anymore, I… I agree to a divorce!”
"……"ah?
Queenie straightened up and looked at his pained expression, trying hard to suppress a laugh. "If I really don't want to be with you, there's nothing you can do if you don't agree, right?"
Harry, "..." He... he can use love potions!
...Of course he couldn't use love potions, or any other magic; he couldn't force Queenie to like him.
Merlin's beard... Harry couldn't help but feel heartbroken just imagining Queenie standing in front of him with a jerk whose face he couldn't even see, saying, "I don't love you anymore, let's get a divorce."
His pitiful expression amused Queenie, who couldn't resist reaching out to ruffle his messy hair, making it even messier, and finally cupped his face and gave him a loud kiss. "Get up, I'm hungry."
Harry put her down, smoothing out her crumpled nightgown as he did so, wondering, "Will your next non-existent jerk boyfriend wash your nightgown like I do? No way!"
Queenie unscrewed the cap of the lipstick, about to apply it, but then stopped. In the mirror, her lips were still bright red, and her eyes and cheeks were flushed with a captivating blush. Anyone who saw her would have to say that Miss Campbell was radiant.
"I underestimated you; you really know how to apply lipstick."
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