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Veela
Phlegm was back. Her shockingly graceful beauty wafted down the corridors, the sea of male heads slowly lapping and turning as she seemed to float along the hall. Ginny stood her ground next to Harry, glaring at the part Veela. She loathed the way Fleur could make boys behave as though they were stunned deer in headlights in need of guidance.
She felt a reassuring arm slip around her waist, Harry leant into her, steering her away from Fleurs’ impossible charm.
“You’re mine” he whispered into her ear. “And you always will be.” She smiled loving him more than ever.
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