h o o k l e s s

“That seemed t’ be the idea,” Harry hummed, faking confusion but not the pout. He rocked back on his heels, making an obvious attempt to hide an incoming grin as he considered his options -- all which were fun of course.

“Are you plannin’ on shuttin’ me up, Queenie?”

“Other than the pleasure of me comp’ny?” Harry inquired, the corner of his lips stretching into a smirk while his feet took him mere inches in front of the tiny, purple-haired fairy. 

“What’d ya ‘ave me do? Within reason o’ course,” He wondered, head cocking slightly in an almost bird-like motion.

🍭 – stroking their hair

He couldn’t help the satisfied yet content grin that settled on his face as her fingers combed through his hair, tugging lightly whenever they came to a knot but soothing nonetheless.

Harry hummed, letting this go on in silence for a few more, calming seconds before he murmured, “I knew it....I knew ye liked me.”