Harry Potter and The Power He Has Not - Sahits

makes me Stripes"
"I'm being hustled aren't I? How much of my money are you going to take?"
David smiled over his cue, casually took aim "How much you got? 10 ball, corner." The 10 ball of
course fell into the pocket.
"Would it be easier to just give you the money and same time?"
"Possibly 15, Side" Another down. "This is how I paid my bills while I was at University"
After David ran the table, Harry thought that perhaps betting a pound a ball had been a bad
investment.
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Emma sat on a lounge chair watching the men play. Well, David played while Harry watched. The
young man was on her mind a lot these days. He had stopped being a houseguest in her mind, and
had become, well not a son, but a possible father for her future grand children. She had watched
Hermione and Harry over the last few weeks. It was obvious to her that Harry had fallen badly for
her, but Hermione still seemed to have Ron somewhere in her mind. Though in all the times she had
seen Hermione and Ron together all they seemed to do is bait each other and argue.
Emma had never been a fan of the 'a couple fights to hide their attraction' school of thought beyond
10 year old children. The way she so casually touched Harry spoke volumes to her. She hoped that
her daughter recognized what was in front of her before she lost him.
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