"Styles! Heartly! None of that in here" Levy bellowed causing Harry and I to quickly pull apart. Myself being quite embarrassed while Harry didn't seem to mind at all. His hands dropped from my cheeks to play with my fingers instead. "5 minutes till" Levy added, eyeing us carefully before turning his back. I watched him go until his white hair disappeared around the corner and I could safely look back at Harry, who smiled cheekily before walking to where his gloves where layed out on the bench.
"Are you ready?" I asked, still nervous.
"Just as ready as always" Harry answered. He was back on the bench again, wrapping his knuckles with his head down. I felt like something changed in the air. Maybe I was right to be nervous. I couldn't quite explain it but there was something about this fig
