the ring︱harry potter x (fem.) reader

ss/ps: meet me in the woods

~ taylor swift

I'm so sorry for the month break. My mental health was just like "no<3." But thank you all for understanding, I'm trying to get back into my rhythm of updating.

Since this week I have spring break, I was able to take some time for myself and away from school, and I have not been happier, I even cut my hair :). But I really do not deserve you all, thanks for the support and appreciation.

"Brilliant slap"

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(Y/N)'s POV

I couldn't believe we actually left the cloak on the tower. Filch led Harry and me to Professor McGonagall's study on the first floor where we sat and waited, Filch waited outside the door for Professor McGonagall.

"Imagine if Hermione came," I whispered quietly, trying to cheer Harry up. He smirked.

"She'd be in tears," he smiled.

"'What will I do now, my future is at stake," I mocked, as Harry's smile grew wider and wider.

"'(Y/N) what will we do'," Harry continued mocking her. I smiled at him.

"How are we going to cover up this time?" I asked Harry.

"I haven't got any idea," he sighed.

"Shall we just take the consequences head-on?" I said dramatically. He smirked at me.

"We shall," he said. As he did, I felt my smile grow even bigger, until I felt a strange movement on my hand. I looked down to be reminded of the ring on the finger, I knew Harry would follow my gaze. "Your ring?" Harry asked, "What -- is it?" he asked, worry filled his face.

"I don't know," I said honestly, I still hadn't told him about the words I saw, or how they change, and I didn't know how to tell him. I slid the ring off to see if the words had changed. They had.

coming.

The door slammed open just as I took the ring off. I shot my head up and slid the ring back onto my pointer finger.

Professor McGonagall was there with Neville.

"(Y/N)! Harry!" Neville burst out. "I was trying to find you to warn you, I heard Malfoy saying he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag --"

I glared at Neville trying to say "stop talking" and Harry shook his head violently. Professor McGonagall looked like she was more likely to breathe fire than Norbert did.

"I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were up in the Astronomy Tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourselves."

Harry looked down at his shoes shyly. I gave Professor McGonagall a look asking for sympathy.

"I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on," Professor McGonagall said, looking at Harry and me. I sent Harry a worried look. "It doesn't take a genius to work it out. You fed Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed and into trouble. I've already caught him. I suppose you think it's funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?"

Internally, I lit up with joy, knowing that's what Professor McGonagall thinks.

"I'm disgusted," Professor McGonagall concluded. "Four students out of bed in one night! I've never heard of such a thing before! You, Miss (L/N), I thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr. Potter, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this. All three of you will receive detentions -- yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom, nothing gives you the right to walk around school at night, especially these days, it's very dangerous -- and fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor."