1. Sweet Delusions
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Two plus one equals three.
The math was simple: three equaled two plus one.
Sometimes it was just the little signs that would hint of something else. It could have been the low-frequency discussions that took place or perhaps the superfluous touches but the fact remained, they were there.
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Maybe it was because the blissful ignorance was less painful than agonizing recognition. Either way, Harry went on day after day under the same illusion but just dimly wondering when it would all shatter.
`Mate, you don't mind if Hermione and I go to The Three Broomsticks first do you?'
`Nah. I'll meet up with both of you later."
`Cheers mate.'
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Just grasping for the fragile illusion.
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The harbinger of the loss of a dream came in the form of two on a lethargic spring day.
`Harry, we wanted to tell you before it really got out.'
`Tell me what?'
But a minute split in that poisoning sweetness of a mirage with more yet to come.
`Ron and I are together.'
`Together?'
When would the first piece of a shattered castle in the sky fall?
`Like boyfriend and girlfriend. Are you okay with it?'
`Yeah, I'm fine with it.'
`Okay.'
Someone was definitely lying.
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A/N: Critiques are welcome. Please voice your opinions.
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