Mar 17, 2020
There is no hesitation in his smile; nothing that has ever come from him is dithering. Not when he thrusted his hand for a handshake the first time she met him, not when he stepped into the Quidditch field as a captain, and not now, with her head on his lap and his hands in her hair, braiding it.
"Is there a particular reason you're being extra sweet today?"
"You have the looming threat of the end of the Wizarding World to thank for this."
"Is that what's on your mind as you're playing with my hair?"
"Actually, I'm picturing a future where I can do this every day, Evans."
