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At Hogwarts, Harry Potter and Serena Blackwood have mastered the art of keeping secrets-especially the one where they're wildly in love. From stolen glances in the libr...
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CHAPTER 24 : THE SCRATCH HEARD 'ROUND THE WIZARDING WORLD
IT WAS A LAZY SATURDAY MORNING at Hogwarts.
The Gryffindor common room was unusually quiet, sun filtering through the tall windows, the crackling fireplace keeping everyone warm. Serena sat curled up in her favorite armchair, hair messy, wearing one of Harry’s old Quidditch jerseys that hung off her shoulder in a way that drove him mad. Her legs were tucked under her, a warm mug of cocoa floating beside her thanks to a lazy charm.
Harry was half-asleep on the couch near her, wearing only a hoodie and pajama pants, his head tilted back against the armrest, lips parted slightly in the softest snore.
And on her lap… was her phone.
She scrolled through her photos — soft selfies, blurry common room candids, mirror shots with Harry kissing her cheek — until she landed on that picture.
The one she took three nights ago when Harry had fallen asleep on his stomach in her dorm after a particularly intense snogging session. His back had scratches. Long, pink nail marks trailing down the freckled skin of his shoulder blades.
She hadn't meant to scratch him. In her defense, he’d whispered things in her ear and kissed her there, and she’d been a little… carried away.
Her fingers hovered over the photo.
Her eyes flicked to him.
Still sleeping. Still adorable. Still completely unaware that she was about to break the internet.
With a wicked grin, she posted it to her private wizarding Instagram account — the one only Hogwarts students and select alumni followed. The caption was simple:
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“Oops. My bad.” 💅♥️
It took three minutes.
Three.
That’s when the storm hit.
First came the comments.
dracotok: WHAT THE HELL.
hermionebooks: SERENA.
ginnybombshell: ok but like respectfully… your man’s back is art.
ronaldw: FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN MY EYES—
blaisezuchini: do u want us all dead or is this just a personal attack on our singlehood
pansy.xoxo: i’m not even mad. i’m just impressed.
Then came the likes. Thousands within an hour. Ravenclaws analyzed the curvature of the scratches. Slytherins turned it into memes. Hufflepuffs were collectively blushing. Gryffindor boys started patting Harry’s back whenever he passed by, giving him solemn nods like he’d just returned from war.
And Harry?
He woke up an hour later, rubbed his eyes, and checked his phone.
A groan echoed through the common room.
“Serena,” he mumbled, voice rough from sleep. “What did you do?”
She looked up innocently from her cocoa. “Hmm?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You posted something.”
“I did no such thing,” she said sweetly, sipping from her mug. “I simply uploaded a tasteful photo appreciating your... natural beauty.”
“Why are Zabini and Theo sending me fire emojis?!”
“Because your back is sexy, babe. Accept it.”
Before he could respond, the portrait hole swung open and Hermione burst in, holding her phone.
“Serena Blackwood! That is wildly inappropriate for an academic institution! Also—what filter did you use, your lighting was phenomenal.”
Harry buried his face in a cushion.
“I can’t go outside,” he groaned. “The seventh years already gave me a standing ovation at breakfast.”
“Don't forget the Slytherins chanting ‘Daddy Potter,’” Dean added helpfully, walking by with a smirk.
Serena burst into laughter.
Harry, face bright red, finally looked up at her — all mock anger and flushed cheeks and a twitching smile he couldn’t suppress.
“You’re evil.”
“I’m creative.”
“You’re dangerous.”
“You love me.”
He stood and walked over to her, slipping an arm around her waist, tugging her gently up from the chair. She squealed and clutched her cocoa as he lifted her off the ground, holding her tight against him.
“I should be mad,” he murmured against her ear. “But then again… the scratches were your idea.”
“They were not—!” she started, then paused. “Okay, technically. But you made the noise that caused them.”
“What noise?”
“You moaned.”
“I did not moan.”
She leaned in close, whispering against his ear, mimicking the sound he made that night — soft and breathy, a little whiny, and very satisfying.
He turned red all the way to his collar.
“I hate you,” he muttered, hiding his smile.
“No, you don’t.”
“You’re right. I don’t.”
They stood like that for a moment — giggling, pressed close, warm in the golden morning light.
And somewhere out there, the wizarding internet continued to combust over Harry Potter’s back, Serena’s unapologetic caption, and the world’s most chaotic, unbothered, and wildly in love couple.
