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Playing Summer Quidditch
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After catching the Snitch, Harry drifted to the ground to find Severus waiting. “You came!”
“Naturally,” said Severus. “You invited me.”
“Right,” said Harry, linking their arms. “But you don’t usually take me up on it.”
Severus shrugged. “If you’d rather I leave--”
“No.” Harry smiled. “I love that you came.”
“Summer Quidditch uniforms are getting more revealing,” remarked Severus, eyeing the other players as they moved towards the changing rooms.
“It’s the warm weather,” Harry said, smiling. “You don’t like it?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”
“I’ll wear it home, then, shall I?”
Severus hummed. “That would be...acceptable.”
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