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Edmund Y/N thought in a panic. Do you remember anything about triangles? 

Y/N sat in her 8 am math lecture (which was the worst decision in her life) taking her midterm. It was geometry, debatably the worst kind of math in the world, and she didn’t have any studying under her belt. Edmund was usually awake at this time, so she prayed he didn’t choose to sleep in. 

Triangles? What are you trying to do? He responded after a few seconds. Y/N let out a relieved sigh, which didn’t go unnoticed by those around her. 

Tangent specifically, I didn’t study this!

You didn’t study anything, love. Y/N’s lips pursed at his cheeky tone. Even inside her head, he was so sarcastic and a bit cocky. Y/N loved it usually but in the middle of her math term where she only had 15 minutes left? Who had the time for cocky soulmates? Not Y/N, that’s for sure. 

What are the values? 

15 centimeters and x centimeters. Theta is opposite of x. 

Come on, Y/N, you could do that in your sleep! I believe in you, truly. 

Y/N’s palms began to clam up as she looked at the clock. She now only had 13 minutes left. 

This isn’t funny, Ed! Help me!

Cheating is against school code, Y/N! Of course, he was going to be difficult. Why wouldn’t he be?

Does it look like I care? 

I can’t see you. Y/N was so close to just skipping the question. 

Fine, forget it! I’ll fail! 

Theta is 0.4, you big baby. Y/N bubbled in the question quickly and skimmed over the next question. 

Ed? Y/N’s tone was soft and hesitant. 

Yes, darling? Edmund’s amused tone and laugh filled her brain. This made the girl smile despite her stress. 

“Who knew a wizard boy like you could make pancakes?” Y/N sticks her tongue out at her boyfriend, Harry, from the kitchen table. She was spending the night at his flat, and after their fourth movie, they decided pancakes were necessary. Their relationship was still very new, so this was the most amount of time they’ve ever spent together. 

“I make the best pancakes, thank you very much.” He slid the spatula under the pancake and flipped it. 

“I’ve never tried them made out of bananas before,” She stood up and walked over to Harry, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Harry strains his neck to glance at the girl and smiles. 

“Mrs. Weasley always used to make them,” he picked up the finished flapjack and put it on a plate. “They’re good. Very sweet, like you.” 

Y/N groaned and pressed her face into Harry’s back. Vibrations from his laugh pulse through her arms. 

“Sleepy?” Harry poured new batter onto the pan and turned so Y/N was now pressed against his stomach. 

“What gives you that impression, Potter?” 

“Your eyes are closed.” 

Y/N looked up at Harry and grinned. Without thinking, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. 

Harry grew stiff with shock before closing his eyes and happily kissing back. His lips tasted vaguely of popcorn and candy from hours prior, but it was absolutely heavenly. Kissing him felt even better than Y/N had ever imagined. Harry’s hands came to rest on either side of Y/N’s face while her’s remained locked around his waist.