Miss Campbell
When Harry came to, he was already lying on his back on Queenie's sofa. He had sat on this sofa the first time he came to Queenie's house, and back then he never imagined that one day he would be doing these things on this sofa with its owner.
Hugs, kisses, entanglements.
He swore he loved these words as much as he loved flying broomsticks.
The not-so-small space rapidly warmed up in a short time. The surge of heat within Harry made him feel as if he had just finished a game of Quidditch, and Queenie had even sprayed him with the Love Potion, filling the air with his favorite scent. In this comfortable and relaxing environment, all the annoying and unpleasant things that had happened before coming to see Queenie seemed to be forcefully driven away by the heat, disappearing completely.
“Uh, Queenie—”
Harry pressed down on the hand that was trying to slip inside his shirt. Merlin, when did Queenie push his sweater up to her chest?
Through the thin shirt, Queenie could clearly feel Harry's heartbeat. Her breathing slowed, and her voice still trembled slightly from the passionate kiss. "Why won't you let me touch you? Does it have to be an equal exchange? Maybe as a man, you should be more generous?"
Harry didn't know, he felt that "generous" might not be used in this way, but he also felt that Queenie made a good point, as a man he should indeed be more generous.
"Just touch her chest—is that enough?" Harry's voice was even more unsteady than Queenie's, and he added in a low voice, "No, no need for an equal exchange..."
Queenie raised her voice, "As your dear girlfriend whom you haven't seen for almost four months, all she can do is touch your pectoral muscles?"
Harry asked, bewildered, "Where else do you want to touch?"
"Anywhere is fine?" Queenie propped herself up slightly, raising her slender eyebrows. "Then I want to touch—mmm!"
Harry used one hand to cover Queenie's mouth, but he couldn't block her eyes. Queenie's eyes were openly scrutinizing him; she hadn't forgotten her promise to him that she would win him over the next time they met!
Harry had no choice but to move his hand up and cover Queenie's thick, honey-like eyes, and kiss her again before her lips, though devoid of lipstick but still rosy, were about to utter more lewd words.
The kiss wasn't long, but Harry's panic made it erratic. He felt he understood what Queenie wanted to do, but not yet, at least not now.
"Miss Campbell, you can't do this..."
"Hmm? What did I do wrong?" Queenie said lazily, her hand finally resting on the spot it had wanted to place from the start. "Mr. Potter had better give me a reasonable explanation. What man wouldn't want to be with the person he likes—"
Harry pressed the back of her head to stop her from speaking, and he came up with a perfectly reasonable reason, "You're still a minor!" And he wasn't either! Even according to the rules of the wizarding world, he was still two years away from adulthood!
Queenie was pressed into the crook of his neck, her voice muffled and somewhat distorted, "Oh—Mr. Potter is such a gentleman, I'm starting to miss Captain Potter." She was referring to the man in her dream who conquered the ocean and was then conquered by her, the man she eloped with, passionate, straightforward, and unrestrained.
But Queenie thought that it might not be bad to treat Harry as her coming-of-age gift; she could turn him into that kind of man.
Thinking about it this way, it's actually quite something to look forward to.
Naturally, Queenie stood Emily up. But Harry's sudden appearance meant Emily would understand.
Harry straightened his clothes and sat on the sofa waiting for Queenie to touch up her makeup. He picked up "Walking with Trolls" from the coffee table and flipped through a few pages. Lockhart's writing was indeed very good; otherwise, he wouldn't have so many fans. Even Hermione had been fooled by him before.
“Let’s go, Harry.” Queenie was ready. She took the book from Harry’s hand. “Speaking of which, this author writes really well. It must be using the same world view. The settings in the book are so detailed. It seems that he has created a very large magical world.”
Of course, because that world already exists.
"But it's strange, I haven't seen this series of stories when I went to bookstores recently, and the clerks I asked also said they had never heard of it. How could something of this caliber be so unknown?"
Because of the secrecy law.
Harry explained calmly, "I found it when I was passing through a small town. The author was a local who printed a few copies at his own expense, and it didn't circulate widely."
They walked out of the apartment together, when a sudden barking startled them both, especially Harry, who was terrified.
"My God, this is the first time I've ever seen such a big dog!" Queenie's eyes lit up. Noticing Harry standing there in a daze, she thought he was scared. After a moment's thought, she immediately changed her course and hid behind Harry in fear. The big black dog, which had been barking excitedly, actually whimpered twice in a seemingly sad manner, looking somewhat aggrieved and pitiful.
Queenie took Harry's arm. "Let's keep our distance. We don't even know who its owner is. How come such a big dog isn't even on a leash?" But her gaze remained fixed on the black dog. Its fur looked so black and shiny; she really wanted to touch it.
Harry was completely stunned. Why? Why was Sirius here?! What if he suddenly rushed over? What if Queenie noticed something was wrong? How would he explain? And what if his godfather saw him taking the aging potion and being with Queenie… Harry wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground!
Harry remained rooted to the spot. Queenie blinked. Well, it seemed her boyfriend was afraid of dogs. Just then, the bus arrived, and she pulled him onto it. Harry stiffly followed her until he was seated, at which point he relaxed a little.
Queenie found it amusing. "Honey, I didn't expect you to be afraid of dogs?"
No, I'm not afraid.
Queenie's eyes clearly said "stubbornness," and Harry gave a dry laugh. He couldn't explain it. How could he say it? You think he's a dog, but he's actually a person? So afraid of Queenie? No, perhaps Queenie would think he's crazy.
He changed the subject, "Where are we going?"
“Kingston,” Queenie stopped teasing him, “buying matching outfits and stuff, what good girl starts a long-distance relationship right after getting a boyfriend? Think about how many things couples do together?”
“I’m sorry,” Harry apologized smoothly; he had lied to Queenie far too many times.
"I'll forgive you if I give you a kiss."
Harry, who was sitting near the aisle, obediently turned to the side upon hearing her words. He was about to lean down and touch her lips when he caught a glimpse of the black dog running wildly after the bus outside the window, and he froze.
Sirius! What are you still doing here?!
"Harry?" Queenie asked in confusion, having not received a kiss.
"Hmm, there are a lot of people here."
Okay, so it's embarrassing, but Harry is naturally shy, so she understands.
Queenie didn't press him. She leaned on Harry's shoulder, took his fingers, and started fiddling with them while muttering about what she wanted to buy later.
Harry was distracted, constantly stealing glances at Sirius who was following the bus.
"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you."
A girl's voice came from behind them. Queenie and Harry turned around at the same time and saw a pretty brown-haired girl.
Queenie smiled warmly. "Hello, what's up?"
“I’m getting off at the next stop, so if I may be so bold, I’d like to ask what perfume you’re wearing? It smells amazing, I’ve never encountered a perfume that contains all the scents I love.”
Queenie was slightly smug; in fact, she had encountered this situation several times before. She answered skillfully, "My boyfriend brought it back from Egypt. All I know is that it's called One Thousand and One Nights. It's said to automatically produce your favorite flavor, like magic."
The girl's gaze shifted to Harry. "Where in Egypt did you buy it? Please tell me, thank you!"
"Uh, in a small alley near Alexandria... I can't remember the exact location."
"One Thousand and One Nights, near Alexandria." The girl repeated. The bus arrived at its stop, and she stood up to get off. "Thank you. I'm going to take my boyfriend to Egypt. We'll ask on every street corner; I refuse to believe we won't find it."
"...Good luck to you."
The car continued its journey; they had two more stops to go before reaching Kingston Commercial Street.
"By the way, Harry, what do you smell?"
"Syrup pies, wood, sunshine, wild strawberries and gin."
"That's all?" She seemed indifferent.
"Let me think... oh, and the sea."
"...That's it?"
"Um--"
Queenie is going to get angry.
"and you."
"Hmph, plagiarism."
Harry kissed the back of her hand. "We're clearly telepathic, uh—"
He then saw the black dog still running wildly after the bus. Sirius's stamina... was just too good, wasn't it?
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