his chosen one | harry james potter

Necklaces and Drooling Dinners

florence pov

"Oh cmon Flo!" Harry exclaimed. "He was practically drooling over you at breakfast."

"Drooling?"

"Drooling." He repeated sternly.

Harry has been rambling on about this for the entire walk to Hogsmeade. He seems to think Cormac is flirting with me, which he isn't. Well, I don't think he is anyway.

"Oh stop you're just being ridiculous, Harry."

"No I'm not!" He turned to Ron. "I'm not being ridiculous, am I?"

"Don't drag me into this." Ron said, holding his hands up in defence.

"Hermione?"

"I mean, anyone can see that Cormac has a thing for Flo." She said, Harry smiled in satisfaction. "But, isn't it obvious? She would never leave you for that troll."

"Thank you Hermione!" I turned to Harry. "I'm not flirting back, so just drop it please."

Harry scoffed. "Fine, but if he tries it again, I'll kill him."

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the fact I found Harry hot when he's protective.

"Now that this little lovers quarrel is over, we have important matters to discuss." Hermione began.

"Like what?" Ron asked.

"Harry, for weeks you've carried around that book, practically sleeping with it, and yet you have no desire to find out who the half blood prince is?"

"I didn't say I wasn't curious, and I don't sleep with it." Harry defended.

"Well, it's true. I like a nice chat before I go to bed. Now all you do is read that bloody book. It's like being with Hermione."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron. "Well, I was curious, so I went to-"

"The library." We all finished for her.

She laughed.

"And?" Harry asked.

"And nothing. I couldn't find a reference anywhere to a half blood prince."

"There we go. That settles it then. Now, does anyone fancy a butterbeer?" Harry asked.

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I took off my snowy coat as we entered The Three Broomsticks. A delicious smell of butterscotch, whiskey, and burning wood filled the air.

Hermione walked towards a table near the bar.

"No, not there. Over here." Harry said, as he looked over to the bar.

Professor Slughorn was telling the bartender his entire life story over an bottle of firewhiskey.

I sat down next to Harry and across from Ron.

"Something to drink?" The waiter asked us.

"Four butterbeers, and some ginger in mine please." Hermione answered.

He scribbled it down and headed off. I turned to talk to Harry, but his attention was fixed on Slughorn.

Strange.

Knowing Harry, he must want something from Slughorn.

My eyes wandered around the bar, until they landed on Draco walking past. We held eye contact for a moment before he disappeared through a nearby door. He looked somewhat scared, and I couldn't put my finger on why.

I've been trying to find him around school to talk but every time he's made up some excuse and rushed off. Something is definitely going on with him.