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Y/N's P.O.V. 

At lunch on Wednesday, the quartet decided to sit underneath a willow tree. The cloudy weather had cleared up, the sun was out and the grass had dried. Y/N rested her head in Hermione's lap, popping green grapes into her mouth. 

"Want one?" Y/N offered to Hermione. The brunette smiled and nodded, opening her mouth. Y/N threw the grape in, then Hermione continued reading. 

Harry and Ron were in deep conversation about...a book? 

"A book? You're talking about a book?" Y/N said, eyebrow raised. 

Hermione joined into her teasing, "For the first time in forever, isn't it?" She said, taking another grape from Y/N. 

Ron frowned. "'Flying With The Canons' is the best book ever written!" He defended. "It is artistry, it is beautiful-" 

"Mate, shut up," groaned Harry. "Like, okay. It's good, but 'Quidditch If This: Possibilities' is so much better! Like, what if the Quaffle was sentient?" Harry argued. 

The two girls just smiled quizzically - Y/N had read those books, but she wasn't obsessed. 

"Anyway," said Y/N. "Care for a grape, you two?" She asked the boys. Ron shook is head, still going on about his choice of book. 

"Sure," Harry said, opening his mouth for Y/N to throw the grape into. She tossed it through the air and it landed straight in his mouth. 

"Score!" She exclaimed. "Go again! Go further," she said, rising from Hermione's lap. Y/N leaned against the trunk of the tree while Harry bit down on the grape with a crunch, put his hands in his robe pockets, then backed up. 

Y/N launched a second grape through the air, it hit him on the nose and bounced onto the ground. "Okay. That one didn't count. The wind was being stupid," said Y/N. 

"You're literally a witch. Just magic it into his mouth," Ron pointed out. 

"That takes all the fun out of it, Weasley," said Y/N. 

Harry laughed, looking at the grape on the ground. "I'm still gonna eat it," he said, bending down to pick it up. Harry pinched the grape between his fingers, bringing it steadily closer to his lips. 

Scrunching her nose up at him, Y/N said, "That is disgusting, Harry." She readied another grape. 

"It's only disgusting if you think it's disgusting," He responded sagely. 

She nodded. "Yeah, I do think it's disgusting. Put the grape down." 

"As you wish," said Harry. He examined the grape for a moment, then chucked it at Ron's head. The ginger was in the middle of a rant about the Chudley Canons, Hermione was listening with hearts in her eyes, basically. But somehow, the grape flew straight into his mouth. He almost choked as they all laughed, then he downed the grape and joined in. 

"I wouldn't be laughing, If I were you," drawled a familiar voice. 

"Not this bitch again? Does he have a fun club or something?" Asked YN in a stage-whisper.

 Malfoy turned to her, "Shut it, Sterling. Can't be talking...filthy halfblood," he said. "Your oaf friend won't be at Hogwarts much longer, not once the governors decide what to do with him," he sneered, re-adjusting his bandaged arm.

Ron, fed up, tiredly said, "Okay, Malfoy. Are you done yet? Can you go mope about your broken arm somewhere else?" 

The blond looked livid. "How dare you talk to me, blood traitor," he snapped, spitting at Ron's feet. Goyle whispered something in Malfoy's ear, then Malfoy fixed his gaze on something behind the trio, at the edge of the forest. A look of slight fear appeared on his face, but he wiped it off, then he and his cronies turned and left, but they almost didn't get that far. 

Y/N's anger was basically spilling out of her. She clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white. Her palms were tingling. Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. In, out. In, out. She only opened her eyes when her breathing was even again. Y/N turned to Ron, "one more time and I'm gonna take his pointy blond head off his goddamn shoulders." 

She turned around, looking to see why Malfoy had looked so scared for a moment. At the edge of the forest, there was a rustle of leaves. The quick flash of the hind legs and tail of a black...dog? A large black dog, sure, whipped out of view and into the forest. 

"Probably just a stray...maybe it was Fang, Hagrid lets him wander..."

Then, she turned cheerfully to Harry, "Go again, Harry!" 

Her friend nodded, smirked at her, then backed up even further. Ron and Hermione were now talking about Malfoy, arguing whether or not Hermione should put a Colour Jinx on his hair. Harry's eyes were fixed on something behind her, but when she turned to look, he quickly said, "Go on, Sterling, use those skills." She rolled her eyes, winding up her throw. But before she let go-

"AAHHHHHHH!!!" screamed a voice, directly in her ear. 

She whipped around, seething. "WHO THE FUCK DARES- oh. Hi, Dean." 

The boy whined, "You were supposed to get scared. Be scared."

"Ah. That really scared me," Y/N said in a monotonous voice. 

She crossed her arms, then turned back to Harry. "And you!" Y/N exclaimed, pointing at him. "You saw him! You distracted me!" Getting closer and closer. 

Harry grinned, "What are you talking about?" he asked. 

She was a few inches away now and jabbed her finger on his chest. "You insufferable prick!" She laughed. Harry just smirked, putting his hands up in surrender. 

"You caught me," he said with a cheeky smile, bringing his hands down to his pockets. "Your insufferable prick," Harry continued, insufferably. 

Y/N made a 'humph!" sound, like Dean had done that day in Diagon Alley, then walked away from him. He just chuckled. "Hey, D?" she said. Anything to distract her from what Harry was making her feel. 

"Hmm?" answered Dean who had sat down next to Ron, being subjected to the autobiography of Galvin Gudgeon, the Seeker for the Chudley Canons. In all honesty, he looked really interested. 

"Where are Seamus and Neville?" asked Y/N. "You know, my favourites?" 

Dean gave a dramatic gasp, Hermione giggled. "And here I thought I was your favourite," he said. Y/N shrugged, with a sly grin. "Neville's at the Greenhouses and Seamus is...waiting for me at our dorm, shit! I got to go, see ya, Y/N!" Dean said, hugging Y/N. 

He left, then Y/N skipped to Hermione, resuming her previous position - her head in Hermione's lap. 

"You're the least insufferable one right now. Entertain me," she said, pushing Hermione's book away from her. "Leave the book," Y/N scolded. "Nobody cares about Professor Vector's homework. Just do it later, when we do our Transfiguration."

Hermione sighed, smiling, "Yeah, yeah," she said. "Have you spoken to your uncle, yet?" 

"Nah, didn't get the time," said Y/N. "Please, please, please, don't bring it up, don't bring it up," she prayed. 

"Yeah, er, you were gonna explain the uncle situation?" Ron reminded her, stopping his conversation with Harry. Y/N internally groaned.

"Do we gotta unpack this right now?" she asked, not wanting to think about it. She was very good at that - seeing as her parents were barely part of her life. Remus was a constant and she loved him, but sometimes that sad feeling never left. She distracted herself with everything she could - learning to fly and playing Quidditch, knitting (although horribly), art, anything. Well, Y/N visited them at St. Mungo's every full moon while living with Remus. When she was at Hogwarts, she didn't see them until the end of the school year. 

"Yeah, we have twenty minutes 'til the end of lunch," Ron said, checking his watch. 

"Unless, you know, you don't want to talk about it," said Harry softly, giving her a small smile. 

"No, no, it's fine," said Y/N. "I was going to have to tell them eventually," she reminded herself. "It's pretty simple, really. Basically, when I was around...one? I think, right after..." 

"Right after what?" 

"Right after you survived the killing curse..." she avoided mentioning Harry's parents. 

"Oh," said Harry. " 'Right. Continue."

Y/N complied, "Yeah, so, Voldemort's Death Eaters - Antonin Dolohov and Rodolphus Lestrange, they...tortured my parents to insanity," she told the group, keeping her voice even. Y/N didn't look at any of them, but she knew they all had pity written across their faces. 

"I was an orphan, but then the Ministry of Magic read my mother's Will. She had predicted something may happen to her and dad. I don't know how she knew, but she said that I was to live with her brother, Remus Lupin," explained Y/N. She blinked away the tears that had started to form. Obviously, she left out the fact that her uncle was a werewolf. 

Hermione put a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. Y/N pushed on, "I just...never got around to telling you guys. I mean, we kinda spent the last two years.."

"Trying not to die?" supplied Ron. Y/N appreciated that he was trying to add some humor to the situation. 

"Worst part is, I don't even know why my parents were targeted. Well, I know roughly. They were Aurors - highest level, too," she said, sadly. "And well, I guess they were too much of a threat to stay alive." 

Harry frowned, "Why? Voldemort was...I already killed...Voldemort was already dead," he said, confused. 

"Aurors were rounding up Death Eaters really quickly. Guess they wanted my parents out of the way before they were caught. Maybe they had some orders from Voldemort, who knows?" said Y/N, sitting up from Hermione's lap. The wind was rustling the leaves overhead. 

Ron looked confused, "Right...so, why did they torture your parents? Why not kill them?" 

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "You can't just ask that!" 

"No, no, 'Mione. It's okay," Y/N smiled, then turned to Ron. "I dunno, Ronnie. Probably a power move," she shrugged. With one glance at Harry, she saw that his brows were furrowed and his lips were turned in a frown.

Hermione pulled Y/N back down, engulfing her into an embrace. Ron and Harry joined in the hug, the four sat there for several minutes, silently. 

"How did I get so goddamn lucky?" thought Y/N, a soft smile on her face. Harry, Hermione and Ron were her everything. 

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Malfoy finally reappeared in class that afternoon, when the Gryffindors and Slytherins were halfway through a double Potions class. He swaggered into the dungeon, flaunting his bandaged arm and acting, in Y/N's opinion, like he was a hero coming home from battle. 

"How does it feel, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson simpered. "Does it hurt much?" 

"Yeah," he winced. But Y/N saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy looked away. 

Y/N nudged Hermione, who was sitting next to her, and said, "He's laying it on thick, he can't even be bothered to keep up the act!" 

Hermione glanced at Malfoy, who was resting his head on the hand of his injured arm. She scoffed, "I can't believe he's still milking it. I bet he was right as rain about five seconds after Madam Pomfrey healed him." 

"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly. 

The quartet scowled at each other. If a Gryffindor had walked in even two minutes late, Snape would've given them detention. Well, it's not like Y/N needed any more detentions anyway - perks of being friends with the Weasley twins. But Malfoy had always gotten away with anything in Snape's classes, being a Slytherin. 

They were making a new potion today; a Shrinking Solution. When Malfoy set up his cauldron beside Harry at their table. Ron gave Malfoy a nasty look, shuffling slightly. 

"Why don't you go sit with your goons?" asked Y/N. 

Malfoy just grinned slyly. "Sir," Malfoy called. "Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots because of my arm-" 

"Weasley, chop up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape, without giving them a glance. 

Ron went brick red with anger, "There's nothing wrong with arm, Malfoy," he hissed, grabbing the roots. 

"You heard Professor Snape. Chop, chop," said Malfoy, gesturing to the knife. Ron grabbed it roughly by the handle and started hacking at the roots, cutting them (harshly) so they were all different sizes. 

"Professor, Weasley is mutilating my roots," Malfoy complained to Snape. 

Professor Snape finally seemed fed up. Y/N snickered. He slammed his Marking Book on his desk and stood, striding towards their desk, his robes billowing behind him. "Like an overgrown bat," Y/N thought. 

He approached their table and stared down at them, then gave Ron and unpleasant smile. "Switch your roots with Malfoy, Weasley," he said. 

Ron looked absolutely livid. He just just spent the last half an hour chopping his roots into exactly equal pieces. "But, Sir-" 

"Now." 

Ron shoved his beautifully sliced roots across the table and took up his knife once more. He began trying to fix the mess that was Malfoy's - er, now his - roots. 

Malfoy looked like he was holding back malicious laughter when he said, "Oh, and Professor, I need my Shrivelfig skinned and my caterpillar cut. 

Snape began to walk away, "Potter, skin his Shrivelfig, Sterling, slice his caterpillars," he said dryly, then got back to marking. 

"How 'bout I slice your di-" 

"Y/N!" Hermione exclaimed. "You can't say that in his classroom!" she said, while Ron and Harry laughed. 

"I can say whatever the fuck I want. What will he do? Put me in detention? I'm terrified," Y/N responded. "I don't wanna touch these caterpillars. They're icky."

Harry sighed, then smiled softly. "We can switch, if you want," he offered. "I don't like skinning things anyway, the peel icks me out." 

Y/N beamed at him. Could he get any more perfect? "Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, give them here," he said, taking the small box of caterpillars and giving her the Shrivelfig. Harry chopped up the caterpillars as fast as he could, pitying Ron as he tried to fix the damage on the daisy roots. Y/N finished skinning the Shrivelfig and flung it across the table to Malfoy.

Malfoy was smirking more broadly than ever. "Seen your pal Hagrid, lately?" he asked quietly. 

"None of your business," Ron said jerkily, without looking up. If he did, he'd probably stab Malfoy. 

"I'm afraid he won't be teaching here much longer," Malfoy continued in a mock tone of sorrow. "Father's not very happy about my injury-" 

"Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," snarled Ron, hardening his grip on the handle of his knife. Hermione gave him a warning look and he piped down. 

Draco continued, "He's complained to the school governors, you know. A lasting injury like this...who knows if my arm will ever be the same again?" he sighed.

Harry jumped in, "so thats why you're putting it on. Trying to get Hagrid sacked, are you?" he asked, shaking with anger. 

Malfoy just shrugged. "Sterling, are you done with my caterpillars yet?" he demanded. 

"I already gave them to you, you blind fuck. Maybe if you properly shampooed, you wouldn't be blind due to residue in your eye," Y/N snapped. 

"I will not be spoken to this way by- by someone like you. I know about your parents-" 

"Shut the fuck up about my parents before I ensure you don't have any," she replied. Her palms were tingling again. Malfoy reached into his robes, no doubt going for his wand. 

Y/N beat him to it - "petrificus totalus!" she yelled. 

"Sterling!" Snape roared. "I will not tolerate foolish wand-waving and foolery in my classroom. Detention!" 

"Yes, Professor, sorry, Professor," said Y/N with a sarcastic smile. 

The class watched as Snape performed the counterspell, unfreezing Malfoy. He sent Y/N a glare, then picked up his cauldron and hauled his supplies over to his friends' desk. 

Hermione reprimanded, "Y/N, you really shouldn't've." 

Ron nudged Hermione. " "Mione, he had it coming! So what Y/N's got detention, its not exactly new for her," he said with a chuckle. "Remember when she hexed the back of Snape's robes to turn pink in second year? He put her in detention every night for three weeks!" 

Y/N reminisced, proud of herself. Then she glanced at Harry, who said, "I wouldn't want to mess with her either." 

"And why is that, Potter?" 

"Because of that one time you-" 

"LONGBOTTOM!" They heard Snape's voice bellow. "Orange, Longbottom. Orange. Are the instructions not on the board? Did I not say that only one rat spleen was needed?" He said, looking down at Neville's potion which was supposed to be acid green. 

Neville was pink and trembling - he regularly went into pieces in Potions, it was his worst subject and his fear of Snape didn't exactly encourage him. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. 

"Sir," Hermione said, "sir, I could help Neville put it right-" 

"I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger," Snape said. "Leave your snobby nose out of Longbottom's academics," he sneered. Hermione turned red and put her head down while Y/N, Harry and Ron scowled, their eyes burning into the back of Snape's head. 

"Longbottom, at the end of the lesson, we will feed some of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to listen properly," he said, turning his back on the class. 

Harry immediately cussed Snape out. And Y/N thought he looked extremely attractive while doing it - wait, no he didn't. He wasn't attractive. 

Halfway through his rant, Harry started brandishing his knife in the air while waving his hands. His hands...

Thought she didn't exactly want to admit it, Y/N was falling.

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"Everyone, gather round," said Snape with a malicious glint in his eyes. The cauldron of Neville's potion, (which was now green, after Hermione muttered instructions to Neville) sat on his desk.   "Let's test Longbottom's potion, if he's made it correctly, his toad will shrink to a tadpole If not...well, his toad will be poisoned." 

The Gryffindors watched fearfully while the Slytherins looked excited. Snape dipped a spoon into the cauldron and brought it to Trevor's mouth. Neville whimpered. 

A few drops trickled down Trevors throat - the class waited with bated breath. Then, they heard a "pop!" sound as Trevor the Tadpole squirmed in Snape's palm. The Gryffindors burst into applause, laughing at the sour looks of the Slytherins. Snape pulled a vial from his robes and dripped it onto Trevor, returning him to his frog form. 

"Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape. "Because Miss Granger couldn't keep her know-it-all mouth shut. I told you not to help him, did I not?" 

"You greasy fucking slimeball-" 

"Another Detention, Miss Sterling." 

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After dinner,  the quartet changed into casual clothes and were doing the homework Professor McGonagall set them. Their usual spot near the fire had been taken by some first years and Hermione was convincing Ron that it was okay.

"Ron, they're first years," said Hermione tiredly, writing down a sentence.

"'Mione, they're in our spoooootttttt," he whined. Y/N glanced at his parchment - there was nothing there.

She just shushed him, continuing her work. Y/N and Hermione were the only two to have started. Harry looked at Y/N with pleading eyes, she noticed and immediately said, "nope, don't even think about it."

"Come on, please? I'll love you forever," he pleaded. 

"Drop it, Potter," she said. "I'm doing my homework and you're not getting annswweerrss," Y/N teased.

Harry groaned with playful sadness, picking his parchment up from the table and rolling it up. He swung his legs onto the couch, propping them in Y/N's lap.

She raised a brow, "um? excuse me?"

"You're excused," he yawned sleepily, unfurling his parchment and just...staring at it sadly. 

Then, he dipped his quill in the inkpot on the table (he struggled due to his position on the couch) and wrote the date.

"Get your shoes off my robes, these are new, Harry!" she scolded him, then glanced at Ron's paper. Still nothing. "And you, Ron, at least write something! Your name would suffice!" 

"You sound like Hermione," Ron grumbled, but stopped when Hermione shot him a playful glare. He wrote down his name. 

Harry stared at her for a moment, then gave a long-suffering sigh. As though it was a big deal, he dramatically bent down. He fiddled with his laces for a moment, then took off his shoes to reveal... fuzzy pink socks with hearts on them. Y/N and Hermione laughed, but Y/N stopped when Harry put his legs back into her lap, shoe-free, just as she had asked. She stared him him with a deadpan look. 

Ron stared at his best friend, mouth slightly open. "Mate, you wear pink socks?"

The Boy Who Lived in Pink Socks fixed his gaze on Ron, unblushing. 

He shrugged, "Uncle Vernon's old ones. Got 'em for my Birthday," he said casually. Ron burst into howling laughter. 

"Your uncle wore pink socks?" asked Y/N, now giggling. She clutched her stomach and leaned on Hermione, who was also laughing, causing Harry to finally break his serious act. 

He began to chuckle, "nah, I bought them during my time in Diagon Alley," Harry grinned, joining in. "Thought this would be an amazing time to wear them."

When the laughing finally died down, Fred and George came over. "Hey Ronniekins, hey sis," George said, sitting on top of Y/N. 

Fred said, "Hi Hermione, Harry." 

"Ouch? My legs are already here!" Harry yelled at George, who was basically breaking Harry's knees, while Y/N said at the same time, 

"Get off me, you oaf!" 

George put his hands up, "geez, calm it, like I get you're being all couple-y" 

"Shut up, carrot-head!" said Y/N. 

"Alright, that's enough," Fred muttered in Georges ear, then whispered something Y/N couldn't hear. "Anyway, sis, we heard you got a detention?" 

Hermione groaned, "it was stupid, really," she said. Ron disagreed. 

Fred pouted. "Y/N! You know your first detention is supposed to be because of the Prank!" He said, sitting on the floor and dragging George down with him. 

"Two detentions, actually-" 

"Harry, shut up," said Hermione. 

Looking only slightly guilty, Y/N responded, "I think it's worth it. Plus, Snape's scheduled them for, like, a month away. That leaves plenty of time to get another detention scheduled sooner."

"Y/N, no!" Hermione said. "You can't, it's been less than a week," she continued, not looking up from her assignment. 

"Er, Harry?" said George. 

Harry looked up at him, "hm?" 

"What's with the socks?" 

Hermione laughed, "you don't want to know."

Y/N gave a light laugh, agreeing with Hermione. "Alright, you nuisances. Go away, I'm doing homework," she told them. They agreed, but shoved some pillows him her face before they left. Y/N huffed, fixing her hair, then saw Harry staring at her. 

"Eyes on your parchment, Potter," she said. He blushed. "He was looking at me, he was looking at me, he was-"

"Shut up, Y/N," he said. He and Ron turned to Hermione. "So...what do we write?" Harry asked her hopefully. 

Hermione scowled. "Well, if you two payed attention in class-" 

"I was more worried about the death omen I just recieved, 'Mione," said Harry. 

Y/N nodded in agreement, "Yeah, he has an excuse. But Ronnie...what's your excuse?" she joked.

Ron gave them a very serious look. "I was more worried about the death omen Harry just received, 'Mione. If you weren't, you'd be a terrible friend," he said childishly, nose in the air. 

Harry laughed, but Y/N and Hermione said at the same time, "I'll take that idiot?" gesturing to their idiots. They nodded at each other and turned to their respective friends. 

"Harry, sit your arse up and listen," said Y/N.

"Ron, get up and listen to me," said Hermione. 

Immediately brightening, Harry sat up, put his shoes back on and rested his head in his hand, looking at Y/N. He basically had stars in his eyes and Y/N felt her heart flutter. 

"Okay, listen up," she said, unrolling his parchment and flattening it on the table. "First, write the title." 

"Right..." Harry said, dipping his quill into an inkpot. "What's the title?" he asked sheepishly, running a hand through his black hair. 

Y/N sighed. "Anamagi and Their History," she said, gesturing to her own paper which was already almost complete. He wrote down the title, then looked at her expectantly. "Now, write your name..." she told him slowly, as though speaking to a child.

 Y/N glanced at her bushy-haired best friend - at least Hermione was getting somewhere. Ron already had the title and the introduction written down. 

Turning to Y/N, Harry said, "done, now what?" 

"Read this, the next ten pages," she opened her textbook and flipped to the correct page. Y/N passed it to him, their hands brushing. They said nothing, but Harry's hands were undeniably warm. 

Students had begun to trickle out of the common room, heading to their dorms. It was ten thirty p.m. on a Wednesday, so they had class the next day. At ten thirty five, the common room was empty, except for themselves. 

While Harry read, Y/N let her mind wander. Tomorrow afternoon, she had her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was elating, knowing her uncle was doing what he loved. Maybe after class, she could hang back and talk to him for a bit. She missed him and his coffee and his sweaters and stupid dad jokes. 

"We're gonna head to bed," said Ron at ten fifty. Harry had just started his introduction after reading from the textbook. 

Y/N asked, "did you finish?" 

Ron made a face, "really funny, YN," he said. "No, but I only have the conclusion left, thanks to 'Mione." Hermione looked really proud, gazing at Ron with a soft smile. "You're amazing, you know that?" He asked her. She blushed red, thanked him, then Ron went up to the boys dorm. 

"I'll be up in a bit, gotta make sure our Scarhead at least gets half his assignment done," Y/N called to Hermione, who was at the foot of the stairs, looking slightly flustered. 

"Alright, don't be too late. We have class tomorrow!" Hermione replied, halfway up the stairs. "Good night!" 

"G'night!" Harry and Y/N chorused back. 

Harry was scrawling furiously on his paper while Y/N calmly finished her conclusion. She gave him a concerned look, watching as his wrist blurred with his speed. Once he was halfway through, he put the quill down and looked at his hands, which were splattered in ink. 

"Harry. Can you be careful for once in your life?" whined Y/N, transfiguring one of her extra quills into a small towel. "Aquamenti," she said and a small stream of water burst from her wand, dampening the towel. 

She took his hand in hers and rubbed the ink away with the towel. He was looking at her, head tilted. When Y/N finished, she used magic to clean the towel, then put it on the table. "You're welcome," she said playfully. 

"You're beautiful," he blurted before he could stop himself. 

"You're not too bad yourself, Potter," she responded bashfully. They both turned red, but ignored it. 

Harry, usually awkward, grabbed her hands. "I noticed your hands were cold, I'll fix it," he said, intertwining their fingers. Y/N's heart was racing, but these were Friend Things, right? 

"Your essay, Harry," she reminded him, jerking her head toward the table. Harry just shifted, laying on the couch so his head was in her lap. 

He kept their hands interlocked and said, "I've gotten half of it done, it's due on Friday. If I do the math, I can do the other half tomorrow." 

The girl laughed, taking one hand back from Harry's grasp and tangling it in his hair. He released a content sigh, closing his eyes  as Y/N played with his hair. 

"Anything to skive off homework," she teased him, unsurprised when he nodded. 

"Y/N?" he asked, looking up at her. She hummed, indicating for him to continue. "Earlier today, when we were talking about your parents, you looked- I don't know, you looked..." 

"Sad?" Y/N supplied jokingly. 

Harry frowned at her, "I was trying to find a better word. I don't know...you looked...you had tears in your eyes. And I hated it," he said. 

She gave a light laugh, "It's nothing, Harry. I only see them sometimes, it doesn't hurt as much when they don't know who you are," she said. But it hurt, it hurt oh so much. But, as said before, she distracted herself. "I have Remus, I have you guys," she shrugged. "That's enough." 

He didn't buy it. "You can cry, you know. Just 'cause they don't know you doesn't mean they don't - that they didn't - love you." Her eyes watered and he continued, "sometimes it feels that way with my parents. But they died for me, they loved me," he said. 

And he mumbled sweet nothing to her til they both drifted off into sleep.

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awdkwadioahwdoawdawdwudwaudhwauidhuwah this is a fluffy chapter ♥

ngl I love fred and george and ron being brotherly to us its js cute :) i'm trying to add some scenes that weren't in the original books bc I wanna give my story personality 

she's gonna interact more w elijah sooooon 

i fuckin hate snape idk how ppl like him 🤷 

snape lovers: 

snape haters: 

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