❝ Watch out James, there is a thin line between
love and hate. ❞
❝ So I'm guessing you love me? ❞
❝ No, I still hate you. ❞
harry potter next gen
James Sirius Potter x fem!oc
co...
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"Ivy Lennon Blane! Get your fucking cat off me." Harlow yelled attempting to push the cat off her bed. "I refuse to have an allergic reaction before the ball."
It was the day of the Yule Ball. Headmistress McGonagall had cancelled all classes giving enough time for the students, who were attending, to prepare. Girls were rushing from dorm to dorm worrying about what they were going to do with their hair, while the boys took the free time to their advantage hanging out in the common room drinking butterbeer.
For the past hour Ivy watched Harlow pace around the room worriedly. She constantly asked if the color of her dress complimented her skin tone, or which heels matched the dress better. The dorm they shared was now a mess with clothes thrown all over the place, Ivy didn't even want to imagine how long it would take to get everything back in its place.
"My cat has a name, maybe if you said it she wouldn't bother you as much." Ivy replied defending Iris. "The ball is only eight hours away, can you calm down now? Wouldn't want mystery girl to see all your wrinkles."
Harlow gasped running towards the mirror. "You liar, tell me you're lying right this instant! I do not have a single wrinkle, I am flawless." Harlow exclaimed carefully examining every inch of her face.
Ivy let out a laugh watching the girl continue to grow more nervous as the seconds passed. "I was only joking with you Harlow, get away from the mirror you're causing it to fog up."
"You are an arse Ivy Blane. I wonder why we're still friends at times." Harlow said jokingly.
"Because you'd be nothing without me." Ivy replied laying back down on the soft bed. "Can you give me a clue about your date? What year is she in? Do I know her?" Ivy questioned turning towards Harlow who was still attempting to remove Iris from her bed.
"I already told you, you'll find out tonight. Like you said, the ball is only eight hours away." Harlow smirked using the sentence Ivy had used on her earlier. "Trust me you'll like her, in fact you already do."
"That's not fair!" Ivy whined. "You know who I'm going to the ball with, and I'm your bestfriend therefore I should have the right of knowing who you are attending the ball with." Ivy finished crossing her arms over her chest.
"Everyone knows who you're taking to the ball, in case you haven't noticed it was the biggest gossip around Hogwarts." Harlow replied in a deadpan voice. "I'm still being asked daily what love potion you used, you know it isn't nice to hog secrets."
Ivy rolled her eyes. "They ask me daily as well, at this point I just say I got it from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. George sent me an owl the other day thanking me for all the sales they've been receiving from his product."
