'Till The End Darling

38. Mine.

⚠️ mature content.

Narrators pov:

The following week was uneventful to say the least. All the Proffesors were piling on homework due to the upcoming exams, so y/n found she had very little free time. And not to mention the dream journals that proffesor Trelawney had assigned. Y/n was having to make up random dreams to fill her book. Because she couldn't exactly start writing about Voldermort. Trelawney would probably combust on the spot.

Before she knew it, Friday had rolled round all too quickly. It had been another bad day for y/n, she was the worst in transfiguration class. And she ended up having to give up her lunch in order to catch up on some work for Proffesor Grubby-Plank. And all of her other teachers had set even more homework, which she had no prospect of finishing that evening due to her second round of detention with Umbridge.

"Shouldn't you be going?" Hermione said to Harry and y/n.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders "we'll be there for six, but I'm not going any earlier."

"She'll keep us there 'till the middle of the night anyways" Harry said carelessly.

"At least its only lines" Ron tried to console.

Fred and George walked into the common room, looking particularly pleased with themselves.

"What are you two up to?" Said Hermione accusingly.

George slumped himself next to y/n on the couch, and Fred sat lazily next to Ron.

"Nothing Granger" both of them smirked.

Hermione got up and left with a few exasperated huffs.

"Whats wrong with her?" Fred said.

"Shes stressed about Prefect stuff" y/n explained.

"But Ron isn't?" George added.

"Thats because he's Ron" y/n awnsered plainly.

"Hey" he chuckled, pretending to be offended.

After a few moments Angelina stormed up to the group and started having a word with Harry. By the sound of things she was upset with him because he wasn't going to be able to make it to Quidditch try outs.

Y/n was about to come to Harry's defense when George whispered "ive barely seen you at all lately"

"I know, I'm sorry"

"Fancy doing something tonight?" He asked eagerly.

"I can't.. I have detention"

"What all night?" asked George.

"Last week she kept us there until gone midnight" y/n explained.

"Oh"

"Well..if you wanted to wait..then maybe we could go for a walk or something after. But I know its late so you probably won't want to..which is fine-"

"Course I want to" he smiled.

"I should be out just after midnight, if you wait round the corner from her office I'll come meet you"

"Sounds like a plan Mi'lady"

Y/n got up and kissed him lightly "ill see you later, Harry we better get going"

Reluctantly Harry got up and plodded heavily after her.

~

The Second round of detention, was just as brutal as the previous. The skin on the back of both y/n and Harry's hands became irritated more quickly.
Y/n thought it unlikely that the skin was going to keep healing so quickly. Soon the message would be etched into their skin permanently. Allthought prehaps then Umbridge would be satisfied, and the tedious detentions could come to an end. Neither children let a mere gasp of pain escape escape their lips this time round. From the moment of arrival to the moment of dismissal, again past midnight, the only noises that had escaped their lips were "Good evening" and,