“Maybe in a different world, in some other parallel universe, he could have told her what he really thought. He could have said I want to believe that this means I can trust you, that you would choose me, because I worry I can’t do this alone, and maybe she would have softened and said I want to choose you, too, and maybe someday I could, but that would be a different world. Some other universe. Somewhere in the pages of someone else’s story.”Clean - @olivieblake
Anonymous asks: Can you do a “he gets jealous” preference please?
A/N: Very sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it! I also don’t proofread my writing so I hope it’s ok. And I realized that Ron’s is very short, but I felt that it was the best way to show Ron’s jealousy or I got kind of lazy… IDK, but I hope you guys like it.
Harry: Professor Sprout recently announced that there will be a project given soon and to choose your partners wisely. And you are going to take her advice. She gave everyone a few days to think about whom you want to work with but you didn’t need that. You made a decision right when she announced it and didn’t question it when the name popped into your head. In the corner of your eye, you were able to see that Harry was going to walk your way, but you quickly walked to Neville’s side, wrapping your arms around his. You love Harry, but he isn’t the best with Herbology. You and Neville have been friends since your first year, you consider him as your best friend. So you knew that he wouldn’t mind or think you were taking advantage of him and his knowledge of these wizard world plants.
As you keep your hold on Neville’s arm, you look over your left shoulder and send Harry an apologetic smile. He rolls his eyes, looking back at his partner who happens to be Ron. Your smile falters at his action, but you decide to talk with him about it later. It’s Harry, he will forget about it. Right?
You found out that answer after a few hours of working with Neville. You were wrong. Harry was holding a grudge, and you didn’t know what to do about that.
After finishing up the project with Neville, you left the Greenhouse with Neville by your side. You didn’t mind really, Neville was always fun to talk to even if he had a lot to say about plants. But once you both reached the Gryffindor common room, you realized Harry wasn’t alright with the situation. In fact, he was furious. You knew he was a jealous boyfriend, and you don’t mind because you only have eyes for him. But he doesn’t have to get this mad over a friend.
When you and Neville walked inside, Harry watched you both with anger in his eyes. He abruptly stood up, which frightened Ron and Hermione who were seated next to him, and he stomped his way towards the dorms. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged, continuing with what they were previously doing.
You said goodbye to Neville as you walked towards the boy’s dormitories, following Harry as quickly as you could.
“Harry wait,” you sigh, you see Harry about to close the door, and he stands there at the sound of your voice. But decides to close the door, him inside, before you got there.
“Jerk,” you mumble once you reach the door. You cross your arms over your chest after you knock on the door. No response. “Harry?” You call, loud enough to be heard through the door. Still no response. You knock again a few times, but decide to stop when you hear no movement. You grab onto the door knob, moving it from left to right, trying to open it. But it’s locked.
With your hand beside you, you pat your robe pocket checking to see if your wand is there. Shoving your hand in your pocket, you grab your wand and pull it out. You point it towards the door and mumble, “Alohomora,” with a flick of your wrist. The door opens with a creak, as you walk inside you hear Harry mumble “stupid magic” as he turns onto his side, his back facing you.
“Harry,” you sigh, standing beside the bed. You look down at him, but he doesn’t move. You slowly sit behind him, placing a hand on his arm. He quickly jerks his arm away, moving farther away from you.
“Harry, please just talk to me,” You begged, moving your hand back to your side.
“Why Neville?” Harry asks quietly, his back still facing you. You lean forward to take a look at him as you furrow your eyebrows. You see that he is picking at a loose string from his blanket.
“What?” You ask, sitting back down.
“Why Neville?!” Harry says quickly and louder this time. He abruptly sits up, looking at you with wide eyes. You lean back slightly at your close proximity.
“That’s why you’re mad? Because I chose Neville as my partner?” You look at him calmly, trying to comfort him and tell him he has the wrong idea. You know that he is jealous and oblivious at times, but you didn’t think he would think this.
“Sweetheart,” You cooed, slowly reaching for his hand. When Harry didn’t pull his hand away, you held onto it. “I don’t like Neville. You should know that. We’re just friends. And I just thought that he would be a better partner because, well, he is bloody brilliant in Herbology.”
“I wish you would have told me,” he grumbles, angrily looking down at your hands.
With your other hand, you reach over and softly brush his hair aways from his eyes. “I didn’t think I needed to explain since everyone wants to be Neville’s partner in Herbology.”
Harry nods his head with a small smile. He looks at you, squeezing your hand. “I’m sorry for overreacting. I should’ve talked to you first.”
“It’s alright, love.” You smile and lean over to place a kiss on his cheek. He chuckles as you sit back, looking into your eyes. Yes, many times Harry can overreact, and doesn’t pay attention to details, but you love him.
Ron: Today is the day where the Quidditch World Cup starts and you could never be more excited. You are going to go watch it with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and the Weasley’s. This group of people will never make it boring.
You all are currently walking somewhere, with Arthur leading the way. Fred and George are behind him; you, Hermione and Ginny are behind them, with Harry and Ron behind you.
“Hey, dad!” You hear Ron yell, you turn your head to see behind you, he and Harry are rather far behind. “Where are we going?!” He continues, struggling to keep up.
“Haven’t the foggiest, keep up!” Arthur replies, you are able to see that Ron and Harry groan at the response, trying their hardest to speed up.
You roll your eyes with a chuckle, looking back towards the front. You all continue walking for a while until you hear a loud deep voice say, “Arthur!” You stop for a few seconds, startled at the sudden booming voice. You stand on the tip of your toes to see over the twins shoulders. You see a small, stocky man with glasses, standing beside a tree. You continue walking as Arthur and the man, Amos Diggory, continue talking.
Suddenly a young boy, who seems a little older than you, jumps down from the tree.
“Well hello,” You mumble, raising your eyebrows with interest. Hermione and Ginny look at you, giggling at your comment.
“This young lad must be Cedric, am I right?” You hear Arthur say, shaking his hand.
You zone out the rest of the conversation as you continue to joke around with your affection for the boy. “(Y/N) Diggory,” You say with a dreamy sigh, “Sounds wonderful doesn’t it girls?”
“Beautiful,” Ginny agrees, trying to hold in a chuckle. Hermione isn’t as successful as she begins to laugh, you and Ginny joining.
“I rather like (Y/N) Weasley more,” Ron says, butting in on your conversation.
You three roll your eyes at Ron’s, clearly visible, jealousy.
“Oh hush, we’re only joking Ronald. You’re obviously the only boy for me,” You joke, placing a hand on his shoulder as you lean in to peck his cheek.
“Better be,” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest as you catch up with the other girls.
Draco: For the past few weeks Draco has been very clingy. Not that you don’t mind, you love how he always wants to be around you, but at times, it can get very annoying. Like when you just want to spend time with the girls. Whenever you are talking to Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, Draco can get pretty angry. At times, he can also get jealous. But you have to admit, Draco being jealous is pretty attractive, but very annoying.
So as you are currently sitting on the grass, in the courtyard, with your friends, and you can’t help but worry that Draco is going to interrupt any minute. But you push that to the back of your head as Ginny tries to regain your attention.
“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Ginny asks, tugging on the arm of your robe. You notice that the girls are looking at you, curiously, as to why you drifted off.
“I was just hoping that Draco won’t interrupt this time…” Your voice lingers as you see a head of bleached blonde hair, it quickly disappears behind a pillar. You blink, thinking that you are only seeing things. Shaking your head, the blonde hair appears once again but is walking towards you. “Speaking of the devil…” You mumble, rolling your eyes.
The girls groan as Draco stands next to you. He begins to rock back and forth on his feet, with his hands in his pocket. “Hey (Y/N),” He smirks as he drags your name, making it sound longer than it is.
“What do you want Draco?” Hermione asks, crossing her arms over her chest. You’ve noticed that the girls have been getting really annoyed with Draco’s clingy jealousy.
His smirk falters at the sound of her voice, “I didn’t come to talk to you, Granger.”
You look up at Draco, eyebrows furrowed with anger, as you also cross your arms around your chest. Draco looks back at you, surprised at your expression. “What?” He asks, shrugging his shoulders.
You loudly exhale as you push yourself up, brushing the grass from your jeans. You look at the girls, clearly annoyed, as you begin to push Draco away. He walks off, obviously not wanting to resist since all he wanted was your attention.
As you reach one of the doorways, you stop pushing him. You begin to tap your foot against the floor, waiting for him to turn around and give you an explanation.
He turns around, facing you, but cringes lightly at your expression. He sighs, rubbing his hands together, a nervous habit, “Before you get mad-“
“I’m already mad.”
“Ok, well before you get even angrier,” Draco corrected, putting his hands up in surrender, “I want to say that I just wanted to spend time with you.”
You sigh, anger being replaced with guilt. I guess, you could admit, that you have been spending more time with the girls than you have been with Draco. But it’s only because you see Draco every day! The girls are in other houses and in different years, so you don’t see them much. But I guess Draco didn’t clearly understand that.
“Draco,” you whisper, reaching to grab his hand. “I get that. I want to spend time with you too. But you have to understand that I also like to spend time with my friends too. You need to stop being jealous.”
He scoffs, looking off in a different direction, “I’m not jealous.”
You roll your eyes, gripping tighter around his hand.
Draco whimpers, “Ok, maybe just a little.”
You breathe out a laugh, pulling him closer. You let go of his hand, wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you close by your waist.
“Promise me that you won’t get jealous anymore, and you will let me hang out with my friends,” You beg, pouting as you give him puppy dog eyes.
Draco rolls his eyes, ready to reply with a snarky remark. But you move your hand to the nape of his neck and pull his hair. “Ow! Ok, I promise.”
You smirk, lightly pecking him on the lips as you let go, walking back to the girls. Hopefully, he keeps up with his promise, if not, he is going to get slapped.
“Gred, Forge.” You greeted, sitting between the twins at the Gryffindor table.
“(Y/N).” They simultaneously replied, looking away from their food and towards you.
You smiled looking at Fred as you pecked him on the cheek. He grabbed onto your hand, under the table, as you turned towards George. “So what’s the plan?”
“What?” Fred asks, leaning against the table to look at you and George.
“Me and (Y/N) plan on playing a prank on a few of the first years after lunch.” George answers, pointing towards the group of kids gathered at the edge of the table.
“Why wasn’t I notified?” Fred furrows his eyebrows, making a motion to emphasize on him.
“Because it’s between me and George. You don’t mind, right Freddie?” You ask, smiling at him.
“Of course not.” Fred huffed, gritting his teeth as he looked back at his food. He slowly let go of your hand, moving his back to his lap. But you didn’t pay much attention, as you tried to get as many details from George as possible.
The prank went perfectly, and their reactions weren’t so bad either. A few first years were gathered in the courtyard, having a study session. So, you and George planned on placing a few stink bombs and cast a spell so no one was able to leave. And may you say, it was hilarious. A few of them screamed, plugging their noses once the stink bombs exploded, and they kept running into the barriers as they tried to leave. You decided to let them out once one of them started to cry.
George began to tug on your robe as you heard loud footsteps coming your way. Thinking that it was one of the professors, you both decided to start running. It didn’t take long to get to the Gryffindor common room door, and give the painting the password.
You both laughed as you leaned against the door. “That was great!” George declared as his laugh subsided. You nodded your head in agreement as you pushed yourself away from the door. You smiled as you walked more into the common room, but it disappeared as you saw a head of red hair. Your eyebrows furrowed, Fred was just sitting on the couch, staring into the fire with a scowl on his face, as his arms were crossed across his chest.
George stopped beside you, wondering what was wrong with his brother. You looked up at George, pointed your thumb in Fred’s direction. George just shrugged, not sure what was going on, but decided to let you take care of it. So as quickly as he could, he ran towards the dorms. Your mouth hung open in surprise, “Coward,” you whispered, turning back towards Fred.
You took small slow steps towards the couch, not wanting to disturb whatever Fred was doing. Once you stopped by his feet, he looked up at you with the scowl still on his face.
You sat beside him, your legs touching. But right as you sat down, Fred decided to stand up and walk to one of the tables.
“Fred?” You called, getting up and following him. You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to face you. But he quickly pulled his shoulder away.
“What?” He snapped, looking over his shoulder.
“What’s wrong with you?” You whined, crossing your arms over your chest as you jutted out your hip.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked towards the dorm. You stood there in disbelief, not sure what just happened. Fred only acted like this once, and that was when you were taking care of George when he was sick. You gave most your attention towards the sick twin that day and Fred got jealous. Pushing you away, trying to eliminate all contact and just didn’t want to talk to you. And that is exactly what was happening now. He was jealous.
“Fred,” You called, quickly walking up the stairs to catch up with him. Once you reach the top of the stairs you see Fred standing in front of his dorm, aggressively trying to open the door.
“George, just open the door,” Fred begged, knocking on the door.
“Not until you talk to her.” George’s muffled voice came through the door.
“I don’t want to.” Fred rolled his eyes, his hand still on the doorknob as he leans his head against the door. By his response, you assume that he doesn’t know you are there.
“Well, then you’re not coming in.”
“George!” Fred yells, banging his fists against the door.
“Bloody hell man, just talk to her!” George replies, hitting the door from the other side to get a reaction from Fred.
“Fred?” You quietly called, walking closer to him. You slowly took steps closer as Fred lifted his head up from the door, tilting to look at you.
“Are you jealous?”
“No.” He immediately replies, running his hand through his hair.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are!” George yells through the door.
You laugh lightly, motioning towards the door to prove your point, “Even your brother agrees.”
Fred sighs, “I guess I am just a tiny bit.” He lifts his hand and places his pointer finger very close to his thumb to show the amount.
“I don’t know. It just bothers me that you spend so much time with George.” Fred shrugs, kicking at the floor.
“I rarely spend time with George, babe.”
“She’s right.” George has the door open as he leans against the threshold with his arms crossed over his chest.
Fred stands there thinking, for a few seconds. He looks down towards the floor, “Now that I think about it, yeah. You don’t spend much time with George.”
George scoffs and rolls his eyes as he walks back into the room and closes the door.
Fred walks closer to you, making grabby hands in your direction. You chuckle, walking into his open arms. He wraps his arms around you as you place your head on his chest. “Please forgive me. I promise my jealousy will never get in the way ever again.” He begs, running his fingers through your hair. You make a hum of approval as you tightly wrap your arms around him.
George: Christmas is not too far around the corner and you decided to spend the holiday at Hogwarts with your friend, Harry Potter. When you told George that you weren’t going to spend it with him at the Burrow he was disappointed. You expected that response from him because for the past few weeks he kept talking about how much fun it would be that you would get to spend time with his family. As much as you wanted to spend time with them, you couldn’t let Harry be alone during Christmas. So for the past few days, George has been begging for you to change your mind, exactly like what is going on now.
“Baabbbeee, pleeease.” George begs, leaning his body on top of yours. You try to lift him off of your shoulder, but him being almost 6ft tall is making it difficult.
“George,” you sigh, dropping your arms in exhaustion, “I don’t want him to be alone on Christmas. He’s already been through hell the last 12 years of his life.”
“What’s so great about Potter?” George scoffs, lifting his body off of you as he crosses his arms over his chest with a scowl on his face. He pushes his body against the back of the couch, slowly sliding down.
“Since when did you call him Potter?” You chuckle, turning your body to face him.
“Since when he made me jealous,” He mumbles, staring straight into the fire ahead. The scowl is still on his face as he tries to avoid your gaze.
“Why would you be jealous of a first year?” You asked, motioning your hands at him and towards the boys’ dormitories as a gesture towards Harry.
“Because he gets to spend time with my girl!” He yells, swinging his arms in the air. He drops his arms to his sides roughly. He looks at you with wide eyes, and you can’t help but laugh at his reaction.
“You don’t seem to complain about the fact that your brother is staying at Hogwarts too.” You shrug, picking at your nails.
“Ron.” You simply say as if it’s obvious. Ron is Harry’s best friend so it would make sense that he would stick around for his friend.
“My own brother gets to spend time with my girl too?! How is that fair?!” He throws his body back onto the couch. He groans, crossing his arms over his eyes.
You roll your eyes, grabbing your belongings as you stand up from the couch. You’re guessing that George was able to feel that your presence was gone because lifted his body once you began to walk away.
“(Y/N)?” He calls, pushing himself from the couch. You hear his footsteps behind you as you tightly hug onto your things.
“Yes,” You raise your eyebrows, looking over your shoulder, a signal for him to continue.
“Where are you going?”
“To my dorm.” You simply say, walking up the stairs. The footsteps that were following you are no longer there, making you think that George stopped following you.
After that dramatic encounter with George, you felt that you needed some time alone. You sat in your dorm, cuddling with your blanket for the past few hours. Your roommates occasionally walking in then leaving after asking you if you were alright. But you shooed them away saying you just wanted to be alone. You were confused. You really wanted to spend time with your boyfriend and his family. You love his family, you always have the best time at their house. But you wanted to make sure Harry was going to have the best Christmas ever. You will never forgive yourself knowing that a young 12-year-old was spending Christmas on his own. And maybe you wouldn’t question it if George would just accept your decision.
You groan, laying on your back with your arms beside you. You stare up at the ceiling thinking, until a knock at your door interrupts. You quickly sit up, eyebrows furrowed. It wouldn’t be your roommates, they would have just walked in.
“(Y/N)?” You hear a voice call, which you quickly recognize as George.
You throw yourself back onto the bed without a sound. You don’t want him to come inside, you just want to be alone for a little time longer.
“(Y/N)? I’m coming in.” And of course, George doesn’t understand that. He slowly opens the door, his head peeking in. He has a look of sorrow as he spots you on the bed, filled with too many thoughts. Slowly and quietly he closes the door behind him, then takes a few steps closer to you. He stops beside you, leaning on the nightstand. He stays there for a while, waiting to see if he gets a response from you. But nothing happens. He tries to gain enough courage to say something, but it takes a while.
“I’m sorry,” He admits, looking at you for a few short seconds.
You furrow your eyebrows, glancing at him. You didn’t hear him clearly because he mumbled it under his breath. “What?”
He looks at you with wide eyes, surprised that you even responded, “I said I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being annoying. I was just jealous that my brother and his friend gets to spend Christmas with you. I was waiting all year for this holiday because I thought you were going to stay with me. And I just got disappointed when that wasn’t going to happen. I understand, though. I understand that you want this kid to have the best Christmas ever. And that’s ok. There is always next Christmas right?” He finishes his rant with a chuckle as he shoves his hands in his pockets. His gaze shifts off onto the floor as he stands there. You look at him, utterly surprised at his confession. You didn’t expect that from George. Although George is a pretty confident guy and isn’t afraid to tell the truth, he does keep things in. Things that make him seem less than who he is. And jealousy is one of those aspects. George never liked to admit when he was jealous, and now that he did, it came as a huge surprise to you. But you understand where this is coming from. All he wanted to do was spend Christmas with his girl.
“Well, how about this?” You began, George looks up from the floor and towards you, wanting to hear what you have to say, “Why doesn’t Harry come to the burrow with us? So then I will get to be with you and your family while Harry will have the best Christmas ever.”
George smiles as he gets off from the nightstand. He takes his hands out of his pockets and lunges towards you, engulfing you in a hug. “That’s a great plan.” He agrees, kissing the top of your head. You smile up at him and his smile widens. He takes your face in his hands and places kisses on your face. You can’t help but giggle as you try to push him away, but you can’t complain about this kind of affection.
Neville: “How was it being back home?” You turn around at the sound of the voice, knowing who it was immediately.
“Neville!” You hollered, quickly moving from your seat to wrap your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up. As he held onto you, you hid your face in the crook of his neck as your smile widened. He set you back on your feet with a smile on your face. You looked up at him, your arms still wrapped around his neck. You furrowed your eyebrows, he was never this tall. “Did you get taller over break?” You asked, slowly taking a step back as you looked him up and down.
He proudly nodded his head, “I did.”
You chuckled at his excited tone. You sat back down, patting beside you as an invite for him to sit. And he did, placing his bag at his feet.
Before Neville came to greet you, you were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, waiting for the rest of your friends to join. You sat quietly, re-reading a few letters that you received from Fred and George Weasley over the break. You’re not going to lie, you had a large pile from both of them. They probably had about the same amount of letters from you.
Fred and George are your best friends, and after they left Hogwarts with a bang, you wanted to keep in touch with them. When you weren’t visiting them, you were writing letters. They usually consisted of how their joke shop was going, family and just really anything that popped up. A conversation with those two was never boring.
So as Neville looked up at you, he spotted the letters. Furrowing his eyebrows he looked at the handwriting, recognizing that it wasn’t his.
“What’s that?’ He asked, taking a closer look over your shoulder.
“Nothing,” You replied with a shrug, “Just letters from Fred and George.” You proceeded to take out the pile of letters, held together by a rubber band, out of your bag.
Neville’s eyes widened as he grabbed them. During the break you did write to Neville, but not this much. His pile wasn’t as big and that made himself conscious and over think things. What did you guys talk about? Why were there so many? He understood that they’re your best friends, but he couldn’t help and get a little jealous.
“Where are my letters?” He asked, still staring at the large stack in his hands.
You took out Neville’s letters, placing them in his lap as you continued to look through the others.
“That’s it?” He thought, taking his letters in his hand and looked at his small pile.
You noticed that Neville got quiet so you looked over in his direction. You placed the paper you had in your hand down as you furrowed your eyebrows. Neville seemed nervous or sad, you really couldn’t tell but you knew something was wrong.
“Nev, what’s wrong?”
He looked up at you quickly, startled by your voice. “I-“, he started, looking back down at the letters. “Why are there so many?”
“The letters?” He nodded his head in response. “Well, we had a lot of conversations.”
“Their joke shop, our families, quidditch, and you,” You replied with a shrug, gathering the papers together.
“Me?” He gasped, looking at you with a blush growing on his cheeks.
You laughed quietly, “Yeah I brought you up a lot.”
Neville smiled looking at you. Your cheeks began to heat up as Neville didn’t say anything, but you felt his stare.
You took a glance at him, shyly smiling. You continued to put the letters away, making sure they were in order. But that stopped as you felt arms around your waist. You looked to the left, seeing Neville grinning at you.
“What?” You asked, trying to move his arms away.
“I love you,” He admitted, holding onto you tightly.
You both froze at his words, neither of you said those three words yet. Neville slowly began to pull his arms away as he stuttered, scared of your reaction.
You twisted your body, facing him, with a smile on your face. You placed your hands on his cheeks, pulling him in closer as you said, “I love you too,” and sealed it with a kiss.
1) For the potion that made Hermione’s hair straight, did she drink it or apply it to her hair? And how much did she have to use?
2) How do cameras work at Hogwarts, I thought electrical items didn’t????
3) Does Gildroy Lockhart ever remember what happened to him??? Does Ron ever apologize, even though he really didn’t do anything?
4) Is the candy at Honeydukes, like the Peppermint Mice and Chocolate Frogs, alive?
5) What are the cultures and customs like of other magical creatures? Do Centaurs make art? Do Goblins dance and sing? Do House-Elves celebrate birthdays?
6) Elves in general man, are there multiple different species?
7) How did wands get started in the first place?
8) Did Merlin ever teach at Hogwarts? What subject if so?
9) What ia graduation like at Hogwarts?
10) Can you change Houses? Like is there a precedent? Did a Muggle-born get bullied out of Slytherin *back when it was all pure-blooded*, did someone ever get in trouble so much that something drastic had to take place, but not enough to be expelled, so they moved houses?
11) What kind of arts programs are taught at Hogwarts?
12) Is there a magic of writing? Like you write something and it happens, or you write yourself doing something somewhere and it becomes a prophecy?
13) Can swords be used as wands, if the core is present?
14) Where did Peeves come from? Was he just always present? Did Slytherin just say “Fuck you, here’s this asshole” when he left?
15) Wizard liquor. How fucked up does it get you, and how much MORE fucked up do Muggles get if they drink it?
16) Will the world ever learn about the wizards that are amongst them?
I. NEED. ANSWERS. If you have some, I’d appreciate it!
“Harry” Hermione burst into his room, tears streaming down her face. “Harry…He’s gone” And then she fell into his arms, her anguished sobs breaking his hearts into tiny little pieces. Without even her telling him, he knew. Ron had left her.
She stayed with him until Ron officially divorced her. The papers signed, the divorce settled, and just like that, Hermione Weasley had become Hermione Granger again.
“I need to go…somewhere…anywhere” She told Harry one night. “Muggle world” She said at his questioned look. “Go somewhere, where no one knows me. Do something that’s…not me"
"What’s wrong with you being you?"
"Nothing. That’s the problem. I’m too boring”, “That’s ridiculous!"
"That’s why he left me Harry” Harry knew then. She needed this. Maybe much more than she’d ever realise. And damn it, after what Ron did, he would not cause her more pain.Different people will grieve differently, after all.
She needed space.
Who would have thought that he’d be here? In the Muggle world, nonetheless. If anyone had told him that he’d be here a year ago, hell even a month back, he would have sent him so many tickling charms that even the thought of laughing would have hurt. Yet, a month back, his wife and his baby was still alive…
A thorough look around the club made him want to weep. Wizard clubs were a hundred times better. He should have gone there. Why the fuck did he come here anyway? Because you wanted to be away from everything and everyone related to the wizarding world.
He needed space.
A whirl of activity from the centre of the dance floor caught his attention. What he saw, left him with his mouth gaping open, like a loon. Like a moronic Weasley for Merlin’s sake. And Malfoy’s were anything but moronic or lunatic. Or Weasleys.
He looked at her again. Closed his eyes, opened them, and double checked again. It really was Hermione Weasley. Granger now, if the news the Daily Prophet was to be believed.
Granger was dancing in a way one was not supposed to. Especially Hermione Fucking Granger. He wanted to go to her and stop her ludicrous dancing. She was acting like a stripper, for fuck’s sake!
No longer in the mood to remain in the club, Draco started to move towards the exit.
“Damn it!” He cursed, before making his way to the dance floor and grabbing hold of a shocked Hermione’s hand.
“You’re coming with me"
"Malfoy, what the hell-?”
Apparating to Potter’s Residence was surprisingly easy. "LET ME GO!” It wasn’t impossible to tune out the screaming, wailing, hellion that was in his arms.
“I will KILL you!” Difficult, but not impossible.
It was Potter who opened the door to his seamless knocking.
“Malf- ‘Mione!” Potter’s eyes widened at the state of his best friend. Even Granger seemed to tame a bit under his gaze.
“She was dressed like a cheap slut and acting out in a way which would suit a local prostitute. It definitely wasn’t dancing” He shouted, shoving Granger at him.
“That’s none of your business. I’ll do whatever I want with my life"
"Let me give you a little advice, sweetheart. Get a life"
"You called me a slut and a prostitute in one sentence, Malfoy. You demoralize me and expect me to 'get a life’? You all break me, tear me down and expect me to 'get a life’? Give me something to live for first"