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❝I know a lovesick fool when I see one.❞
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧
"It'll be alright, Harry," Y/N said for the millionth time.
The night before Harry's hearing, he and Y/N were lying on the bed they shared, Harry constantly worrying about how he could be expelled and Y/N doing her best comforting him.
"Let's just say- I do get expelled," Harry said in a strained voice, holding Y/N close to him in the small space. "Will you- will you forget about me? Will you, Ron, and Hermione add another guy in the group to replace me-?"
Before he could say another word, Y/N slapped him on the cheek, glaring at him.
"Of course we won't!" She hissed, now rubbing the spot where she hit him. "You think we'll replace you if you get expelled? After everything we've been through together?"
"No- it's just-" Harry stuttered, not knowing how to express what he was feeling. "I am just. . . scared, Y/N. Scared of losing you. . . Ron and Hermione too," he added quickly.
"You won't lose us, you idiot," said Y/N. "Besides, if they do expel you, you won't be alone because I'll stay with you."
Harry blinked at her, wondering if he'd heard it right.
"You- what?"
"I'll ask Mum if I can be homeschooled or something," Y/N said casually, smirking at the expression on Harry's face. "Alright, stop looking at me like that- I was just kidding."
Harry breathed out a chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief at the girl beside him and the effect she had on him.
"You're unbelievable," he said as Y/N's smirk broadened.
"Tell me something I don't know, Potter."
At that moment, Harry wanted nothing more than to tangle his fingers in her hair and pull her closer to him and kiss her, his appreciation and affection were getting too much to handle. But then he remembered what he promised himself, how he would wait for her.
"You need to sleep," said Y/N, removing Harry's glasses and put them on the nightstand. "You need to get up early tomorrow."
"I can't sleep," said Harry, looking expectantly at her.
"Stories?"
"Stories."
Y/N smiled and nodded as Harry hid his face in her neck. Y/N stroked his hair as she began her story.
"My Mum told me this last year when we were looking at some old photo albums," she started. "When you and I were babies, Mum used to take me to your house for playdates. The two of us used to wreck the whole house together. We've broken at least four of your Mum's vases, I think."
