- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝐷𝑂 𝐼𝑇 𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑇𝐼𝑀𝐸 ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌.
🤍 ──── 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙻𝙴𝚈
꒦꒷⠀▍˖ ࣪ ⠀ in which she finds comfort
in her friends, adventuring
every night in and around
hogwarts. love and mystery
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"I don't know what to do." Lavina groaned, falling onto the bed that Draco sat studying his potions book. "He did this exactly like the other fucking arsehole did." Draco rolled his eyes, his wand twirling mindlessly in his hands.
He looked at his older sister, "Maybe listen to the advice absolutely everyone's gave you, and bloody talk to him!"
"You don't have to be a cunt about it." Lavina pinched his arm, sitting up and staring at her rings. She knew Draco was right, but talking to Fred was easier said than done.
Every time she saw him, it was like her mind immediately stopped and her mouth no longer functioned. Her stomach couldn't even handle being within his vicinity for more than five minutes. It wasn't that she was repulsed by the Weasley boy, she was just utterly terrified of confrontation when her feelings were on the line.
"I think I'm gonna make a playlist about this or," The brunette paused for a moment. "Or cut my hair. Yeah, I'm gonna cut my hair."
Draco's eyes widened, "If I can't stop you, uh, can Harry and I help?"
"Hell yeah."
—
Lavina smiled at her reflection in the mirror, her hair chopped all the way to her shoulders and freshly dyed.
"Mum and Dad are going to fucking murder you." Draco mumbled, his hands poking and prodding at her head.
Harry looked as if he was a proud father, him practically gawking at Lavina. "I think she looks absolutely gorgeous."
Lavina grinned in appreciation to the younger boy, she needed change— a temporary distraction from the problem at hand. "I still have to talk to him don't I?"
Draco and Harry both nodded at the girl who seemed to grow smaller under their gazes. Lavina was amazing at pushing away what she didn't want, she didn't know how she learned that, but she did and old habits die hard.
"Tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow. For now let's just focus on something else, yeah?" Lavina plastered a happy expression on her face, walking to the common room to show off her new hair.
She got a mix of stares and compliments, her heart growing sizes too big for herself. If felt nice, but in the back of her head the ache to see Fred was growing. Her stomach churned every time she let her mind drift away. The ginger just couldn't leave her alone, even when he wasn't physically there.
Fred Weasley was addictive, and god was Lavina hooked.
