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Y/N's P.O.V. 

The next day, Bill and Charlie arrived at the Burrow. Y/N was upstairs getting ready for the day, having just pulled on another Weird Sisters tee-shirt, she heard Missus Weasley shout, "Y/N, dear! Come downstairs - Bill and Charlie are here and I'd like you to meet them!" 

"Coming!" Y/N called. 

When she arrived in the kitchen, she immediately knew which one was Bill, because she knew the other was Charlie.

Ron had said that Charlie worked with dragons in Romania, so Y/N decided that the shorter, stockier redhead with burn scars along his arms was Charlie. He had a good-natured, freckled face which was tanned and weathered from working outside.

That meant that Bill, a Gringotts curse-breaker, had long hair, tied into a low ponytail. He was dressed in a leather jacket, with a fang earing dangling from one ear. He wouldn't look out of place at a rock concert.

"Hey - Earing, Dragon Boy - I'm Y/N," Y/N said, easily finding nicknames. 

Bill and Charlie grinned back and greeted her. "Nicknames already?" Charlie asked, bemused. 

Y/N stuck out her tongue, already comfortable around the two. "Don't feel special, Dragon Boy. Everyone gets them." 

"Yeah," Ron said sadly, sitting at the table. "I've been stuck with, 'Ronnie," for four years," he grumbled. 

"You love it," Y/N said, taking a seat. 

"I love mine," Hermione offered with a smile. 

Ginny gave a frown, "I haven't gotten one yet!" she said. 

With an extremely exaggerated eye roll, George said, "Don't worry, Gin. Your ceremony is coming...look out." 

Y/N laughed, mocked him, then turned to Missus Weasley, who was preparing breakfast. Peering into the pan on the stove, Y/N observed that bacon was being made. 

Charlie studied Y/N's tee-shirt. "I have a friend who listens to them," he said. "She came to help in Romania with some issues - Auror in training." 

"She sounds amazing," Y/N grinned. 

"You two would get along, I feel," Charlie said. 

Fred and George whispered something about pranking Y/N's later, so she threw a bunched up napkin at each of them in turn, then walked to Missus Weasley.

"Need help with anything, Missus Weasley?" she asked the woman.

Missus Weasley turned, a broad, bright smile blooming on her motherly features." of course, dear!" she exclaimed. "We're  going to be cleaning for Harry!"

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Y/N had been awake since seven in the morning. That, during summer holidays, was outrageous. In fact, the whole household had been awake since then, preparing the Burrow for Harry's arrival. All morning, Ron had been complaining - "It's just Harry, mum!" "This is literally a closet - why do we have to clean it?" "He lived in a cupboard! I think anything is fancy for him!" 

He got scolded for that last one.

Everyone else just laughed. 

Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, had decide that they would retrieve Harry from the Dursley's at five pm. on the dot. When the man had questioned if Y/N would like to come along, she declined. The cleaning really took the energy out of her.

Lounging in the Burrow's cozy, comfortable living room, Ginny had made a joke about something-or-the-other and Y/N, Ron and Hermione laughed. Then, Y/N's eyes fell on the clock on the wall.

It read: five thirty p.m. 

"Ron!" Y/N snapped. "It is five thirty! get your arse to Harry's house right now!" 

Jumping in surprise, the redhead, too, whipped his gaze to the clock. "Shi- shoot!" he exclaimed, switching his word midway after Hermione gave him a hard glare. 

"DAD!" Ron yelled, rushing up the stairs to get Mister Weasley. "ITS FIVE THIRTY, DAD, COME ON! GET FRED AND GEORGE TOO!" 

The girls rolled their eyes, "The Dursleys are going to kill Harry," Y/N groaned. He'd told her about them - how they blamed every little thing on Harry, the years of emotional and physical abuse...

"Anyways," Hermione said airily. Her next sentence was interrupted by four pairs of footsteps thundering down the stairs.

"Molly, dear!" Mister Weasley called to his wife, running into the kitchen and to the fireplace, his three sons trailing behind him. "We're leaving to get Harry!" 

Fred and George - only Merlin knows where they've been this whole time - were whispering something to each other. They glanced at Y/N, seeing her eyes trail down to their pockets. Full of candy. 

She concluded that they were going to sneak it to Dudley Dursley, Harry's whale of a cousin. Winking, she grinned when they sent a sly smile back. 

The small group fisted some floo powder from the mantle and threw it into the hearth. In a flash of green, flaming light, Arthur, Ron, Fred and George Weasley were gone. 

"I'll be in the laundry room, girls!" Missus Weasley told them, popping her head into the living room, where they were sprawled on couches. 

They nodded, Y/N gave her a thumbs-up as she left. 

"Anyways," Ginny said, mimicking Hermione from earlier. She turned to Y/N, "I wonder why you were so quick to send them off?" she asked with a smirk. 

Y/N furrowed her brows and glared at her. The freckled girl just smiled, readjusting her black tank top. "Shut your face, Weasley," she grumbled. 

"No, no," Hermione said in mock-thought. "She's right...I can't wait 'til you guys meet," she sighed almost dreamily. "You need to get together." 

"Oh, would you look at that!" Y/N exclaimed. There was a fluttering of wings at the window of the living room. Turning, she observed that it was an owl. The bird looked well-groomed and was a dark shade of brown. Piercing yellow eyes bore into her own as the owl flapped once, then flew to Y/N.

Ginny huffed, Hermione rolled her eyes. "You got out of it easy, Trouble," Hermione scoffed. 

Y/N just sent her a cheeky grin, allowing the owl to swoop and land on her arm. She took the letter and scratched the serious-looking bird's head. It, surprisingly, hooted in contentment. "Off you go," she said. It hooted once more, then stretched it's wings and soared out of the window. 

"Who's it from?" Ginny asked, brow arched. 

Flipping the envelope around, Y/N saw the loopy handwriting of Elijah Collins. "Ellie," she grinned, tearing the envelope open.

Hermione giggled - "Well, then! Read it out loud!" 

Scoffing but smiling, Y/N unfurled the folded parchment and scanned it over once - then began to read out loud:

"To: My Pretty Rascal-" 

"What in the name of Merlin?!" Ginny exclaimed. "The Elijah Collins has a thing for you? The really hot one - the one who is best friends with Fred and George?!" 

Y/N blushed slightly pink and shook her head, "No, he-" 

"Yes, he does!" Hermione squealed a very non-Hermione squeale. Again, Y/N gave her a piercing scowl and Hermione shrank back. "Go on..." 

Mimicking both their voices in an annoying tone, Y/N continued, 

"Haven't seen your beautiful face in a while - I miss you, but not for long, anyway. Fred and George told me that you're going to the World Cup with them! I'm going too, I really hope I see you there. 

They also told me that you were at Cedric's for a little while. In complete honesty, I haven't spoken to Cedric in a long while...not since we were kids, even though he's my cousin. 

Mum loves Aunt Rosetta, I see her all the time, but not Uncle Amos. Says he's a blood traitor - you know my mum, pure blood supremacy and all that. 

I don't know why she stills talks to Aunt Rosetta - a "blood traitor family" (I'm not prejudiced please I'm just trying to explain, forgive me, my love) is bad, everyone in it. 

Anyway, I've enclosed something in the letter for you - I hope you like it. 

I'll see you soon, 

Ellie (I still hate this godforsaken nickname)" 

At the end of the letter, Y/N shook her head with a light laugh My love.... Tuning out Ginny and Hermione's teasing, she turned the envelope over, a trinket and note falling into her hand. 

It was a thin bracelet made of light brown twined thread. It had a couple of beads, one black, grey, one white and a little clasp to adjust the size. It was simple, yet something about it was alluring to Y/N. Smiling, she turned the note over. 

"Simple, I know, but I like it. It'll look pretty." 

Ginny gave a long, suffering sigh. "First Harry, now Elijah Collins," she groaned. "Just choose one!" 

"Elijah is my friend," Y/N defended weakly. He was her friend - he was a little flirty, maybe he liked her, maybe she blushed when he flirted - but who wouldn't? Y/N saw him as a friend. 

"Right," Hermione said mockingly. 

Y/N ignored her, bringing her right wrist up to slip the bracelet on. Her eyes fell on the silver bracelet she already wore, with Harry and Y/N engraved on it. Maybe it was a little unfair to him, if she put on another guy's bracelet...

Hermione and Ginny began to chat.

That "guy," has been her friend for four years. 

And Harry hadn't made any advances, and it wasn't like he was going to, so...

She slid the bracelet onto her wrist, right above her silver one.

It fit just right, like it was made for her wrist. "It looks really good," Y/N grinned. "Mind If I send a letter back- Gin? Got any paper around here?"

Y/N admired her wrist, eyes focused on the new bracelet. It was, as already mentioned, extremely simple. It was nothing much, but it looked handmade, which made it all the more beautiful to Y/N. If she held her wrist far enough away, she could barely see the string and only the beads. 

Ginny rolled her eyes playfully and rose from her chair, "I think we got some in dad's study-"

"Did he eat it?" Fred's excited voice rang through the kitchen.

Wrenching her gaze off the bracelet, Y/N followed the others, running to the kitchen. Harry was here, she could see Harry, she could stop missing him. He was here. 

Fred and George stood off to the side, snickering to themselves with smirks on their faces. They were fiddling, again, with something in their pockets. At the table sat Bill and Charlie, eyeing Fred and George apprehensively. Harry was beside them, trying not to laugh. Fred pointed at Y/N over his shoulder.

Harry shoved Fred, then turned. His eyes met hers.

And wow. 

If he had been attractive last year, what was he this year? 

His emerald eyes held a sparkle that Y/N felt blessed to even be seeing. Harry had grown taller, so much so that he towered over her. He wore a fitted navy tee-shirt, Y/N was very pointedly not staring at his muscles, and black trousers, with his hands in his pockets. Still, he wore circular-framed glasses that currently sat at the tip of his nose. Harry's jet black hair had grown out, but it suited him. Y/N wondered how it would feel to run her hands through it. 

Hoping she hadn't stared too long, but Y/n concluded that if she had, Hermione would be teasing already. 

Harry seemed to have been studying her as well - Y/N caught his eyes trailing down her form, then back up. Their eyes met again and he sent her a grin. 

"Y/N," Harry breathed. 

"Harry," she said at the same time. 

They met midway and Harry wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in his embrace. Harry smelled like pine and treacle tart - which, Y/N didn't understand, since there weren't any treacle tarts at the Dursleys.

"I missed you so much, you know?" he said, playing with the ends of Y/N's hair. 

"I missed you too," she mumbled into his shoulders. 

He pulled back and gave her a lopsided smile. "Y/N-" 

There was a loud cough from the direction of Fred and George, causing Y/n and Harry to jump away from each other. Harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I asked," Fred said lowly. "Did he eat it?" 

Ginny and Hermione looked at the twins, confused. Y/N knew exactly what was happening, though. 

"Yeah," said Harry. "What was it?" 

"Ton Tongue Toffee," George answered brightly. "Fred and I have been inventing them, our new line, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes - been wanting to test them out all summer..." 

The kitchen burst into laughter, Y/N's eyes were on Harry - his smile was so cute and bright. 

"How're you doing, Harry?" Bill asked from the table, legs kicked up. He held out his hand and Harry took it, giving it a firm shake. "I'm Bill." 

"I'm Charlie, the cooler brother," Charlie grinned, taking Harry's hand. 

"Oh, shut up, Char," Bill drawled. "Everyone likes me better-" 

Before anyone could say anything else, there was a faint pop! and Mister Weasley appeared, out of thin air, next to Harry, looking angrier than Y/N had ever seen him. 

"That wasn't funny, you two!" he yelled at Fred and George. "What on earth did you give that muggle boy?" 

"We didn't give him anything," Fred said with an evil grin. George caught Y/N's eyes and they fought back snickers. "We just...dropped it, not our fault he picked it up!" he added innocently. 

Mister Weasley opened his mouth to shout once more, but George said eagerly, "How long did his tongue get?" 

"Four feet long!" their father roared. "Four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!" 

The kitchen exploded with laughter again, Y/N clutched onto Harry while they laughed in each other's arms. 

"It isn't funny! " shouted Mister Weasley - they fell silent. "This seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spent half my life campaigning for Muggles-"

Fred and George gasped as though they had been mortally offended. 

"We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!" Fred said indignantly. 

"They gave it to him because he's a bullying git," Y/N provided, looking at Mister Weasley, hands laced with Harry's. "Isn't he, Harry?" she said, giving his hand a squeeze. 

"Yeah, he is, Mister Weasley," Harry said earnestly. 

"It's not our fault he's a fatarse!" George said, earning a sharp glare from Mister Weasley. 

Harry, turning, said in a mocking imitation of his Aunt Petunia, "Are you fatshaming my diddyduddykin baby?" 

"Your baby walrus, yeah," Y/N muttered, just loud enough for everyone to hear. 

Barking a laugh along with the others, Harry turned back to Y/N, an arm drifting to her waist as he laughed. 

"Will you stop that?" Mister Weasley demanded. He pointed a finger at Fred and George, "Just wait until I tell your mother-" 

"Tell me what?" his wife said, appearing at the kitchen entry. She spotted Harry and sent him a smile, "Hello, Harry dear! Now, Arthur, tell me what?" 

The man hesitated - Y/N knew he wasn't actually planning on telling Missus Weasley anything. The silence grew, stretching across what might've been minutes. 

"Tell me what, Arthur?" Missus Weasley repeated, in a dangerous sort of voice. 

"It's nothing, Molly!" he said quickly. "Just...Fred and George - don't worry, I've dealt with it-" 

Hermione coughed, "Ron, why don't you show Harry where he's sleeping?" 

Shooting her a confused look, Ron said, "Why? He knows he's sleeping in my room-" 

"We can all go," Y/N said pointedly, locking eyes with Hermione in understanding. 

"Oh," said Ron, evidently catching on. He caught Harry's eye. "Yeah, right, let's go."

Y/N, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had only taken a few steps when George said, "Yeah, we'll come too!" 

"You stay where you are!" snarled Missus Weasley as the small group slinked out of the kitchen, holding in snickers. 

They set off up the rickety, zigzagging staircase and barged into Ron's room. Harry looked around, looking, to Y/N, absolutely mesmerized. 

The room was clad in orange, from Chudley Canons posters on the walls to the pumpkin-colored bedspread and comforter than was bunched up at the end of Ron's bed.

"Loved the whale comment earlier," Harry muttered to Y/N as the two settled on the bed. "I'll be using it in the future." 

She grinned, leaning against the wall and glancing out the window above the headboard. "Glad I could be of assistance, Mister Potter," she said. 

Ginny settled on one of the other three beds that were situated in the room. "What's all this for?" Y/N asked. "All these beds weren't here when I got here!" 

"Fred and George are with us," Ron nodded at Harry. "Bill and Charlie took their room."

He and Hermione sat together on another bed. Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously at their proximity. 

"What're Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked the group. 

Y/N, Ron and Ginny laughed, while Hermione didn't. "Mum found this stack of order forms in Fred and George's room, beginning of summer," Ron said. "You know, Joke Stuff, to sell. Great long price lists-" 

"Brilliant, if you ask me," said Y/N with a cheeky smile. 

"You joining their business?" Harry asked, eyebrow raised. He knew she liked that sort of stuff. 

"Nah," she waved her hand. "Pranks are enough - I wonder if they got Ellie to join?" she said suddenly. 

As if a flip switched in her brain, she remembered the letter that Elijah sent her. It seemed so long ago...

Y/N looked down at her and Harry's intertwined hands, her eyes landing on the twine bracelet. "Ron," she began. "Got any parchment, a quill, maybe?" 

Ron got up and rummaged through his desk drawers for a moment, then victoriously pulled out a piece of slightly crumpled paper, an inkpot and a feathered quill. "Here you go!" he said proudly, sitting back with Hermione. 

Nudging Y/N, Harry asked in what she assumed was supposed to be a nonchalant tone, "Where'd you get the new bracelet?" 

She glanced down, "Gift from a friend," she said simply. "Back to Fred and George..." she trailed off, dipping her quill in ink and beginning to write, waiting for Ron or Ginny to fill the space. 

"Missus Weasley was outraged," Hermione said, to Y/N's surprise. "Burned all their forms." 

"She was mad - they didn't get as many O.W.L.S as she expected, you see," Ginny explained, crossing her legs. 

"And then, there was this big row," said Ron. "Mum wants them to work at the Ministry like dad, they want to open a joke shop."

The door creaked open and Percy Weasley's head poked through. "Will you lot quiet down?" he demanded. "I'm trying to work on my reports!" 

Y/N scrunched up her nose, looking up from her letter, and asked politely, "What're you working on?" 

"Cauldron's, their thickness, recent leakage and how to fix it along with how it affects the market and how people-"

"That'll change the world, it will," Ron said dryly. "Cauldron leaks."

Percy huffed, glared at Ron and then slammed the door shut so hard Y/N could feel vibrations. 

Y/N looked down at her finished letter, making sure it was okay to send. 

"To: Ellie, 

I miss you too, you dumbass. I know we'll see each other at the Cup - Fred and George would have it no other way. 

Aunt Rosetta seemed cheerier than usual, it was nice. You should reconnect with Ced, he's amazing." 

She had decided to leave her odd experience in the bookshop out - she'd tell Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George instead. Maybe Bill and Charlie. Wow, that was a lot of people. 

"Your mum is a little strange (don't tell her I said that) because you're right...whole families are usually deemed as blood traitors. I don't even know why - just because he helped a few Muggles a couple of times! Not saying he shouldn't've. Also, you're fine, I'm not mad.

Thanks a load for the bracelet, it's beautiful! I'll wear it all the time!" 

She felt a little guilt with that last sentence...but he was her friend. 

"See you soon, 

Y/N (I know you love the nickname)" 

"Ron?" Y/N asked as he was talking to Hermione and Ginny. He was so engrossed in the conversation (and Hermione's face), it seemed he didn't hear. She sighed, waiting.

Harry peeked over her shoulder at the letter. "So, the bracelet is from Elijah Collins?" he asked in a deliberately even voice. 

"Yeah," Y/N tried to say casually, her voice only slightly hitched as she felt his breath on her neck. 

He sighed, but said nothing, so Y/N called for Ron again. "Ron - where's your owl?" 

At the mention, a cage in the corner of Ron's room that Y/N hadn't even noticed started to hoot. "Shut up, Pig!" Ron groaned, walking over to take the owl out. 

"Er," said Harry. "Why're you calling that owl 'Pig'?" 

"It's his name," Hermione supplied. "I think he's adorable...Ron's been yelling at him since forever!" Pig fluttered over to her and perched on her shoulder. Hermione stroked his feathers. 

Ginny, however, rolled her eyes. "He's being stupid - his name is Pig," she said. "It's Pigwidgeon!" 

"And that's less stupid, obviously," Y/N said sarcastically. "Sorry, Ginger Ale, you know I love you." 

Ron said with a scowl, "Gin named him and now it's the only thing he'll answer to," gently taking the owl from Hermione and bringing Pig to Y/N. "All yours." 

She grinned at him and rolled up her parchment. Y/N didn't have her usual red ribbons with her, so she rolled it tight. No envelope, but that's okay. 

As Y/N was about to place the letter in Pigwidgeons small beak, she felt something on her bare knee, since she was wearing shorts, due to the heat. Y/N looked down, her face breaking out into a flush when she realized that it was Harry's hand. 

He had a hand on her knee. 

Merlin save her. 

He hadn't even been near her for an hour and he was already all over her. 

And Y/N loved it - it was the closest she could get, a way to itch at the "crush" without ruining their friendship...

Realizing she had been frozen in shock for a couple seconds, Y/N continued her task, deliberately avoiding Harry's gaze. 

"Something wrong, Y/N?" Harry asked. 

"Nope!" she lied in a bright voice.

Pigwidgeon clutched the letter in his beak and gave her a soft hoot. He turned to Ron, flew into his forehead, probably as a goodbye! and soared out the open window. 

"No, seriously," Harry said lowly, his thumb rubbing soft circles. "Are you okay?" He tried to seem genuine, but Y/N could practically hear his smirk. What a prat. 

"You're such a prick," she mumbled, still red.

"You're blushing," he teased. 

"You're annoying," she made to get up, pleading Ron, Ginny and Hermione wouldn't see what was happening. Too late, Hermione noticed and sent Y/N the cheekiest grin Hermione had ever grinned. 

"You're not going anywhere," Harry said. His grip on her leg restricted her from getting up...sending tingles down her spine...why was that...hot...? 

Y/N huffed, "Why're we starting all our sentences with, 'you're'?" she asked, crossing her arms. 

"Why're you being so mean to me?" Harry pouted mockingly, pulling her close. Ron noticed and yelped, his brows shooting upward. Ginny and Hermione giggled. 

"You weren't so hostile at Kings Cross, end of year," he whispered in her ear, his breath fanning over her neck. 

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. 

"Ron!" Harry returned.

"Hermione!" Hermione said cheerily. 

"Ginny!" said Ginny. 

"Y/N...?" Y/N said hesitantly, overwhelmingly confused. 

Ron began angrily, "First of all-" 

Suddenly, Y/N heard Missus Weasley's shouting cease downstairs. "Would you look at that!" she said. "Shouting match is over, we best go help with dinner!"

"You're lucky this time, Y/N, Potter-" Ron threatened, unable to finish before Hermione and Ginny dragged him out of his room.

Harry and Y/N remained, blushing, on the bed, hearing the soft pitter of footsteps down the stairs. "I might have pissed Ron off a little bit," Harry said, as though admitting something unexpected. 

"Well, maybe," Y/N said, suddenly feeling a little bold. "If you could keep your hands off-" she pushed Harry's hand off her knee, "- then we wouldn't have issues." 

Whining, Harry hugged her, face in the crook of her neck. "You know I can't do that." 

"And why is that?" 

"You're too perfect," Harry sighed. 

"Clingy, are we, Scarhead?" Y/N asked, the corner of her lip quirking up as she looked at him. He sighed again. If you asked Y/N, she'd say that she wanted to stay like this forever. 

Alas... 

"Guys - I understand I gave you some leeway, but you really gotta-" Hermione said, pulling the door open. "Oh." 

"Oh?" Y/N said. 

"I think I'm interrupting something," Hermione said, sending Y/N a wink - the girl blushed red - and making to close the door. 

"Nope, we're, uh, coming!" Y/N said hurriedly, getting up and basically knocking Harry off of her.

Ignoring his protests, Y/N got up and exited the room with Hermione, followed by a disgruntled, but attractive, Harry Potter. 

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After Bill and Charlie put on a show of bashing tables together in the backyard, everyone sat down to eat. 

"Bill, dear," said Missus Weasley. "Don't you think it's time you cut your hair?" 

"I like it," said Ginny, who was sitting beside Y/N. "You're so old-fashioned, mum - even Dumbledore wears it long." 

The woman tutted, "Then at least lose the earring! With a horrible great fang on it...what do people at the bank say?" 

"They don't give a damn as long as I bring home plenty of treasure," Bill said patiently. 

Y/N, Fred, George and Charlie were all talking spiritedly about the World Cup.

"It's got to be Ireland," said Charlie thickly, through a mouthful of potato. "They flattened Peru in the semifinals." 

"Bulgaria's got Viktor Krum, though," Fred reasoned. 

Y/N scoffed, "Krum is one good player - Ireland has seven," she said, stabbing a piece of chicken with her fork.

"I wish England had got through..." George said wistfully. 

Everyone at the table winced...it was a sensitive topic. "It was painful...embarrassing, that was," Charlie said. 

Harry's eager voice came from Y/N's immediate right. "What happened?" sometimes she forgot that he didn't live or grow up in the wizarding world. 

"Went down to Transylvania," Y/N answered. She didn't play much Quidditch, only as a hobby, but knew much about it. "Three hundred and ninety...to...what was it?" 

"Ten," Bill said shortly. 

"And then Uganda won against Wales, Luxembourg beat Scotland really badly," Ginny said, joining the conversation. 

Scattered conversations continued around the table. Ron leaned close to Hermione, Y/N and Harry, looking carefully up and down the table. "Have you heard from Sirius lately?" he whispered to Harry. 

Y/N and Hermione snapped their heads to face the bespectacled boy. "Have you, Harry?" Hermione said sharply, but quietly.

"Yeah," Harry said softly, "Twice - he might letter back while I'm here." 

Y/N sensed that there was something he wasn't sharing, but didn't pursue it. As though it comforted him, Harry's hand fell to rest on Y/N's knee once more. 

"Look at the time!" Missus Weasley exclaimed. "You lot have to wake up early for the Cup...crack of dawn," she yawned. "One time, a match lasted five days." 

"I hope it does this time!" Harry said, teasingly squeezing Y/N's knee, making her stomach lurch in the best way possible.

"Well I certainly don't!" Percy exclaimed. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I were away from work for five days." 

"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, Perce?" Fred said. 

"That was a same of fertilizer from Norway!" Percy said, red in the face. "It was nothing personal!" 

"It was," George whispered to Y/N as they got up from the table. "We would know - we sent it."

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lowkey a filler chapter but we met harry and he's a clingy little prick but he's our clingy little prick! 🥰

i have gym homework. who even gets gym homework. 😐

weasley's wizard wheezes is honestly amazing idk why y/n didn't join idk...wait who's the author of this book 🤨

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