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681 pages, ebook
First published July 11, 2013
"Don't need no Stunning Spells, don't need no potions of love," Harry sings, chipping away at what he hopes is starting to look like a table-top, "don't need no cupid's arrows and the... fucking rest of the fucking line," he improvises, as, from behind him, Celestina warbles on.
Dissatisfied with his work, Harry steps back. It's terrible.
"It's your fault this isn't working, you horrible old bat," he mumbles into the instrumental section.
"Woah, oh-oh-ohhh," Celestina interrupts breathily.
“Harry, he is not playing hard to get,” Blaise sighs. “He’s just... actually hard to get.”

Draco smiles. “Well, much as it pains me to admit it; it’s beautiful. It looks like water.”
“In that case,” Harry says slowly, hoping he’s not making a colossal mistake, “it’s yours.”
“Are you quite certain?”
“Yes, Draco, I’m quite certain,” Harry says, unable to stop himself from mocking Draco just a little bit.
“You’re infuriating. Thank you,” he adds, tone turning gracious.

"What will we make?" she asks, shaking off her weariness and hanging over the edge of the shelf.
Harry rolls up his sleeves, lights his furnaces and extracts his most delicate copper pipe. "An apology," he says, and the admission soothes him.
"What does an apology look like?" Misu wants to know, tiny black eyes fixed on Harry.
"I don't know," Harry admits. "Let's find out."