SCOTLAND, HOGWARTS SCHOOL.    POTIONS CLASSROOM.

Ron and y/n sat at different ends of the potions classroom, quills sitting motionless and their hands pressed harshly against their cheeks, squishing their spotty hormonal skin and stretching their mouths with every sentence they scribbled onto the lines, which they had obviously barely written.

y/n sat with anger bubbling at the bottom of her stomach, lifting her knee to sit on it, scribbling more unbothered letters against her parchment, her mind repeating that the detention was just a waste of ink and parchment paper. Ron sat at the front of the class, closest to Professor Snape, scribbling individual words down the paper in rows, just wanting the detention to be over and done with. 

the sentence 'i must not talk back' was engraved in both the parchment and y/n's mind, with half the sheet covered in sloppy and slanted sentences, she clearly was unfazed by the detention the older man sent out, embracing it with her sloppy attitude.

"sit up please Miss. Potter," Snape growled to the girl, spread out across her desk.

"no," the girl quickly remarked. 

"are you asking for another detention?" the man snarled to the girl, not bothering to shift from her flopped position.

"give me as many detentions as you want professor," y/n began, lifting her head up with her body copying just afterwards. "i just want to know why you couldn't of easily apologised to the literal children and teenagers you insulted," y/n included, seeing Ron look back at y/n with a more pleading look, she understood he wanted to get out of there and go to dinner.

"did you learn nothing from you lines, or detention for that matter?" snape argued.

"did you not listen to what i just asked?" the blonde girl retaliated, watching as the professor sighed angrily. "i mean what even is your side of the arguement, you straight up stared at hermione and called her an insufferable know-it-all, you took the mickey out of a student, and your just gonna argue back with me about bloody detention, what is your point youre trying to view? youre ignorant and a literal bully," y/n eventually responded in a calm tone, seeing a flicker of anger flash across his black eyes.

"i am not a bully!" Snape yelled with all his might.

"yes. you. are!" y/n shrieked.

"Professor," McGonagall croaked from the entrance of the potions classroom, a look of disbelief traced across her face, her eyes battered from Professor Snape back towards the teenage girl, both hotheaded. Ron seated at the front of the classroom hesitant to pipe up. "it has been half an hour and not you, Miss. Potter or Mr. Weasley have turned up to dinner, and i come down to a heated arguement?" the older woman questioned, her eyes darted to the ginger boy. "Mr. Weasley, pack your belongings and head to dinner, especially you Snape," she sneered. "Miss. Potter, remain seated,"

The ginger boy rapidly loaded his school bag with his used parchment, bottled his ink bottle and wiped his quill with his quill case, tucking his seat under his desk. "want me to wait for you?" Ron questioned in a low voice, Snape striding past, glaring at the two teens, eventually leading y/n to shake her head at her best mate.

"nah, tell Harry McGonagall wants a word with me though, will you?" she suggested, Ron nodded in return, the pair exchanging a 'see you later' as he left the classroom. The two woman remained.

"now, i have not a single suggestion on what your arguement was based off, and guessing from your sloppy handwriting in your lines and the words 'ignorant and a literal bully' im guessing a certain incident has happened in a classroom that has upset you and provoked a quarral between you two," mcgonagall started, y/n eyes glared at the cobblestone floors. "you understand the rules of respect y/n, and they simply state to not backchat with ones professor, correct?" the older proffesor qustioned, noticing the teens hands tremble with adrenaline.

"with ones teacher - you heard me earlier didnt you? I accused him of being a bully, because i'm  not sure if you've seen it yourself professor mcgonagall but snape-" y/n began her rant, the professor who stood at her desk sighed.

"Professor Snape,"

"Professor Snape, will stand in his classroom insulting Hermione for just answering one of his questions, me and Ron were obviously ones to pipe up about the bloody matter since he has done it countless times before, even on the first day that me and Harry turned up to Hogwarts! and not if Hermione answers a questions, Harry mispronounced a hex which caused Hermione's teeth to grow larger..he said that there was no difference, he threatened Neville by using a potion to enlarge his toad Trevor, and with that both me and Hermione helped by whispering the steps, and even with a perfect potion that he didnt even know me and Hermione helped on he would still accuse Hermione and take points away from the house points!" y/n let in a long exasperated breath, licking her lips, brushing her long hair back.

"i understand your passion y/n and i understand that you could be releasing your anger about what you know about your father-" ,McGonagall began only for y/n to burst with a bubble of anger.

"what in fucks name does this have to do with my father?" y/n screamed hearing McGonagall gasp, her calm attitude shifting to bitter. "i dont care about him! what i care about is that my friends are being bullied by a Professor! Neville Longbottoms boggart is literally Professor Snape! why is no-one listening to me!" she screamed, pressing her elbows against the wooden table, covering her face.

a long pause held through the hold potions room. McGonagall sat with the consideration of the bottled up anger brewing inside of the girls body, noticing the girls shoulders beginning to wobble. The older woman reached her arm forward, landing against her shoulder to gently caress it, only for the teen to swipe it away. 

The girl snatched the parchment from the desk, cork-stopping her ink bottle, unbothered about the damp ink at the end of her quill slamming it all inside her bag once more, throwing it over her shoulder without tucking her chair behind her. y/n strode away from the transfiguration professor and out into the hallway.

"Miss. Potter," the older woman called, the girl didnt bother stopping. "ill have a word with Professor Snape," McGonagall called out again. 

Even though y/n got what she wanted to hear from her head of house, she continued to march around the corner and up to the Gryffindor common room, skipping dinner and slept to the sound of her own whimpers.

-

The weather was awful for the Quidditch match. They barely caught a glimpse the vibrant yellow Hufflepuff Quidditch uniform appear on the slippery, wet grass. The thunder was booming and covered the sound of both hufflepuff and gryffindors woops and cheers. The red Gryffindor Quidditch uniform was only noticed once a flash of lightening hovered over the Hogwarts castle and arena.

Hermione, Ron and y/n stood at the edge of the podiums in their dripping coats, they were soaking in rain and didn't even care by that point, it was most likely to happen through the awful storm. the three stood supporting their best mate thoroughly, especially since they were winning by over 50 points. Suddenly, Hermione caught a glimpse of the gold ball flickering across the stadium and watched it flung past them. They saw that both Harry and the Hufflepuff seeker, Cedric Diggory had noticed not too long later.

"Wooo!" They screamed. "Go Harry!" They yelled as well, all three of the friend banging against the soaking wood, cheering in for the Gryffindor seeker.

"Go Go Gryffindor! Go Go Gryffindor!" the entire Gryffindor stadium bellowed, almost as loud as the thunder. They all gasped when they saw Angelina Johnson fall to the mud when her room had accidentally caught a bolt of lightning, burning the end of her broom. Harry dived past and chased Diggory for the snitch up in the thunder clouds.

"This weathers horrible," y/n yelled over the thunder, feeling the rain hit her face like knives, the temperature was not to mention biting cold, they wouldn't dare to take a bath with a temperature that bitter. Y/n turned to see Fred and George with the buldger and Fred batted it over to another Gryffindor. "GO ON FRED!" She yelled to the top of her lungs, Ron turned to her, giving her an odd look.

"It's Harry!" A girl yelled in the rain, the whole pitch watch as a red dot came plummeting from the clouds, Hermione covered her mouth and Ron put his hand over his head unable to see meanwhile y/n's eyes widened.

"Harry!" She screamed in horror for her twin- god brother. She saw his body twist and turn in the sky. "Harry!" She yelled again when a charm was yelled and the students watched him fall slower, as if he'd been put under slow motion, landing softing against the mud which y/n was deeply thankful for.

-

"Looks a bit peaky doesn't he?" Ron announced. Him, Hermione, Fred, George, Neville, Seamus, Dean Angelia and Y/n hovered over Harry, analysing him.

"Peaky?" Fred asked, baffled. "He just fell over a 100 feet!" He replied.

"Yeah, come on Ron, lets throw you over the astronomy tower and see what you look like," George told him getting an eye roll from Ron.

"Probably better eye sight than he already does," Harry muttered in the hospital bed. The people gently laughed, relived that he was still conscious. Y/n watched him smirk and sit up on the bed, she stood with Fred and smiled, hooking onto his arm.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione questioned.

"Oh, Brilliant," Harry remarked sarcastically, Hermione passed over his circular, black glasses as George headed over the chair beside Harry.

"Gave is quite a scare there mate," the ginger twin told, sitting beside him, Harry tried sitting up more.

"What happened?" He asked,adjusting his spectacles against his nose.

"Fell off your broom," Ron said and Harry stopped fidgeting.

"Really? i meant who won?" He asked irritably. The group of Gryffindors turned to each other, Hermione shifted off of his bed and brushed her hair out of her face.

"hufflepuff, cedric managed to grab the snitch once you came plummeting to the ground, he pratically begged for a rematch seeing as it wasn't fair, but they said they couldn't do nothing about it," y/n piped up, seeing a let down look smear across across Harrys face.

"unfair?" he replied, Hermione opened her mouth to speak. 

"No-one blames you Harry, the dementors weren't supposed to be on the grounds anyway, Dumbledore was furious as soon as he saved you he sent them straight off," she explained, Harry huffed in response.

"shouldve seen wood, bless him," Fred included, George chuckled beside Harry.

"gone to the showers devestated, no doubt hes trying to drown himself," George added the twins giggling with each other.

"speaking of wood," Ron began as y/n looked to where he awkwardly stood with the blanket of twigs. "there's uh...something else you should know Harry um, when you fell...your broom sort of...fell into the Whomping Willow and, well," he said picking up the grip part of the broom and showing off the snapped ends of it.

Harry's face seemed so upset and it made y/n's heart drop. She let go of Fred and walked over to his bed, he fidgeted more.

"Harry, if you want, when this school years over or in the Christmas break do you want to go and get a new one? I can buy it all-" she suggested but he replied with a quick and easy 'no'.

 Y/n sighed and got up walking away and down the stairs, she looked left and right checking for the coast to be cleared until morphing into her scottish deerhound animagas form and began pegging it down the bridge in the rain, she didn't know where she was going and figured since no-one was going to join her in the pouring rain, she'd run off on the wonky bridge, it's a little bit of shelter.

That's where she morphed back and sat on the floor looking at the clouds that flickered with bright light and later caused loud rumbles in the sky, noticing the black hooded creatures floating in the sky.

-

Y/n and Fred were dressed in warm clothing, mostly their Gryffindor scarfs and jumpers underneath their hand-me-down coats, it was no longer stormy weather but a gentle breeze along the frosty grounds at Hogwarts, the snow had layered overnight and school had just finished, he was holding a map as y/n held up her wand, a light beaming at the end of it.

They'd already gone to dinner and were supposed to be in the common room and be asleep but they decided to take a quick trip through Hogwarts, slyly of course.

"Filch is around the corner, quick, down that corridor!" He whisper-yelled and they sprinted down the echoy halls, hands gripped tightly as fred ragged her to a broom cupboard, quickly opened up the door shoving the two inside, the looked on the map and saw filch with Mrs. Norris standing next to the potions room. They sat there giggling, Fred tried to quiet y/n as she was basically clinging onto her stomach, Fred couldn't help but join in too.

Their faces were so close, their eyes wrinkled at the corners from all the laughter and their bodies too close for comfort. Their laughter died down eventually once they realised all they were doing was glancing into their eyes, shimmer only catching the bottom of their pupil from y/n's wand and they could almost feel their breath on each other.

An awkward silence fell through as all they did was gaze to each other. Y/n could feel Fred cold hand against her cheek and it almost made her shiver but before she could even back away from the cold she felt warmth against her lips, pressing down against them.

It took a matter of second to realise that she was kissing Fred inside of a broom cupboard, what a place to have your first kiss huh? She unsure what to do. She pursed her lips and felt herself suddenly melt, her eyes fluttered closed as they kissed, both dropped their things and suddenly began to deepen the kiss, only for y/n to stumble back tripping on the sweeping brooms and they went tumbling to the ground.

They laid against the floor, stretching out their arms to stop the brooms falling until most of them had fallen over. They both giggled until Fred launched for y/n's wand that was still lit up and looked to where Filch was on the map.

"Thank Merlin, he's up a floor," he said and sighed in relief, she giggled at him as Fred stood up picking her up as well, they walked out of the broom cupboard and sprinted back towards the Gryffindor tower once more.

They stopped once entering the coomon room (after meeting Sir Cadagon who took over the Fat Lady for her safety) and started to regain their breathe, tomorrow everyone in y/n's year and older would be down Hogsmeade and she'd be held back along with Harry, she wasn't sure if Fred and George were going or not but she didn't mind.

"Alright, you going hogsmeade tomorrow?" She asked Fred who tapped the map and spoke to it putting it in his coat pocket.

"No, me and George were just thinking of staying back, putting charms on snowballs and throw it at Snape or build and snowman if you want to do anything like that," he suggested turning to her as they both smiled, faces almost an inch off each other.

"Of course, I'll be happy to do anything like that," she said and they finished off with a gentle peck to each others lips, seperating with a small silence between them before they headed back to their dorms with grins plastered against each others faces.

i personally hate this chapter :D