Heart-shaped Box

lucid dreams

A/N: And the last chapter I'm going to post today! This was one of my favourites to write, it has some Snape/OC fluff, so... Anyways, let me know if you like it!

"I have these lucid dreams where I can't move a thing
Thinking of you in my bed
You were my everything
Thoughts of a wedding ring
Now I'm just better off dead
I'll do it over again
I didn't want it to end
I watch it blow in the wind
I should've listened to my friends
Did this shit in the past
But I want it to last
You were made outta plastic (fake)
I was tangled up in your drastic ways
Who knew evil girls have the prettiest face?
You gave me a heart that was full of mistakes
I gave you my heart and you made heart break"

Lucid Dreams - Juice WRLD

As everything gets back to its normal routine, the second task approaches. Harry is growing more nervous, although he isn't very invested in finding a way to find out what it will be, which annoys the hell out of Hermione.

"Harry, you really have to put more effort into this!" She says, chasing him through the common room once more. I look up from where I'm writing an essay for History, amused.

"Hermione, I don't know what else to do! You've heard what happens when I open the egg!" Harry argues, sighing.

"Hermione!" I call her name, drawing both their attention.

"How about I go to the library with you? We can look for information on golden eggs, and finish that group work for Muggle Studies, how about that?" I offer innocently.

"That would be wonderful! Look, Harry, even Alistair is trying harder than you are for this task." She answers, glaring at Harry.

"Why don't you, uh, calm down a little, huh? Harry, you just make sure you finish your Potions homework, we'll let you know if we find something." I say, quickly packing my backpack before I drag Hermione along with me, out of the common room.

"He can be so insufferable at times!" Hermione exclaims as soon as we close the portrait, making me chuckle.

"Aren't all men like that?" I answer, making her laugh in return, and I can see her shoulders relax a bit.

"Don't worry about him for now, we'll just look up some stuff ourselves. Besides, he'd only walk in our way." I say casually, making her nod in agreement.

Hermione and I spend the entire afternoon in the library, switching our time between making the group work about our favourite Muggle invention (we chose to do it about the pen, just to make a point of how annoying quills are) and searching for books that have information about golden eggs. The librarian looks at us in a funny way when we ask her for help, but she helps us out anyway, even getting us a few books from the restricted section. So far though, I haven't read much more than a few adaptations of Charlie and the Beanstalk, some of them magical editions, and an encyclopedia about magical beasts, containing an image of a goose that lays golden eggs. Fuck my life, honestly.

To top it all off, the next day Harry rushes into the common room, only to drag me and Hermione along to his dorm room, and tells us that Cedric Diggory told him to take a bath with the egg. Apparently, when you opened the egg underwater, it would sing a song. From what I gathered from his rambling, the next task would have something to do with mermaids and water.

I spend some more time with Niklaus on the ship of Durmstrang, talking and cuddling by the fire, laughing and listening to music. I don't really know if we're officially together or just dating, but I don't really mind that we don't have a label on us, even when everyone just seems to assume we are a couple. I like spending time with him, and even though I know we don't have that much time left together, I focus on the present.