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“I didn’t do anything to you.” He replies casually sliding his phone from his pocket, unlocking it smoothly to a message thread, “Don’t you have a class to get to?”
Y/N doesn’t even stop to wonder how he knows that her next class is in fifteen minutes, in the opposite direction of where she’s trucking it to keep up with his quick yet seemingly leisure pace, brows furrowed, “You obviously did something, or else I would be able to tell people what I saw the other night.” He types something into the phone, “But I like physically can’t. It’s just been swimming around in my head but there’s no outlet for it. And what was the blood for anyway?”
“Didn’t do anything to you,” he only repeats, gaze flickering over to her momentarily, “I asked you very nicely not to speak of this and you’re jus’ being very obedient, like a puppy.” He reaches out, patting at her head gently, “If I had more time, I’d train you proper so you wouldn’t be followin’ strangers around n’ beggin’.”
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Y/N catches Harry stealing blood and things get messy
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