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Harvey and Scottie fan-fic of Harvard reference from S3

**Title: *The Moment That Stopped Time***

The Harvard campus was alive with the crisp energy of fall—leaves crunching underfoot, students rushing between classes, books clutched tightly in hand, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. Harvey Specter was in his element, sharp suit, confident stride, and the kind of effortless charm that made him stand out even in a sea of overachievers. He had just crushed a presentation in one of his business law seminars and was feeling like he ruled the world—or at least Harvard’s version of it. That was until *she* happened. It wasn’t dramatic at first. Just a regular afternoon, walking past Langdell Library, deep in thought about his next move—until he saw her. Scottie. The wind caught her just right, tugging at her navy-blue dress, making it dance around her like something out of a perfectly timed movie scene. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Harvey felt completely… *stopped.* The world around him blurred, the sounds of bustling students dulled, and all that was left was *her*. She wasn’t laughing, wasn’t even smiling—just lost in her own world, flipping through the pages of a book as she walked. Yet, she had this quiet power about her, like she knew she was destined for more than anyone around her. Harvey froze mid-step, watching from a distance. His pulse hitched, not because she was beautiful—though she *was*—but because she carried herself like she didn’t need anyone’s validation. She didn’t notice him. Not yet. But in that moment, something inside him *shifted*. *"Get it together, Specter,"* he muttered under his breath. But the truth was, she had already left an imprint before they had even spoken a word. --- **Two Weeks Later – Con Law Class** Harvey strutted into class, the usual smug confidence back on his face, ready to dominate another lecture. But then, there she was—*again.* This time, she was seated just a few rows ahead. He noticed everything: the slight tap of her pen against her notebook, the way she tilted her head thoughtfully before writing something down. And then Professor Dyson threw out the first question of the class. Before Harvey could even open his mouth, *she* answered—clear, sharp, and effortlessly brilliant. Every head turned. Harvey leaned back in his chair, stunned—not just by how quick she was but by the realization that the girl who had literally stopped him in his tracks had a mind just as dangerous as her looks. *"Specter, focus,"* he told himself again. But it was too late. This wasn’t just another pretty face. She was competition. And, god, wasn’t that just *irresistible*. --- **Later That Week – The First Real Encounter** It was after class, papers shoved under arms and students bustling out the door. Harvey took his chance. *"Hey,"* he started, leaning casually against the doorframe. *"Nice answer today. You always make it a habit of stealing the spotlight?"* Scottie barely glanced up. *"Only when someone else is too slow to grab it first."* *Damn.* He liked her already. *"Harvey Specter,"* he introduced himself, extending a hand with that signature smirk. She took it, firm grip, unwavering gaze. *"Dana Scott."* *"Scottie, huh?"* She narrowed her eyes. *"It’s *Dana.*"* He chuckled. *"We’ll see about that."* And just like that, the spark ignited—competitive, sharp, electric. But little did Harvey know, that blue dress, that windy afternoon, and this quick-witted girl who could outmatch him in class... would mean more to him than he could ever imagine.