Crooked Constellations |Harry Potter|

꧁The trouble and Thank you꧂

☆With the scare of Sirius black being in the building combined by the constant worrying of Hagrid-who did not judge Delia in any way-about Buckbeak the hippogriffs hearing, Delia was getting very stressed.

Before Harry and Delia's fall out session had happened, Harry had had a very rough Quidditch match where it had ended up with a broken broom and a hospital bed. Malfoy was still pouting about his scratch, and Ron was still worried about the Fat Lady-who knew that he had started having a liking for her-who was being replaced by a rather arrogant knight named Sir Cadogan.

It was only mid December and Hogwarts was already starting more drama, not enough to beat last year but enough to make Delia go mad-not that she hadn't already with everyone avoiding her, especially this year-that she had forgotten christmas break was only in a few days.

Harry had not apologized and Cordelia was getting worried that they would never have the same friendship. Cordelia was avoiding Harry left-to-right.

Harry tried to run into Delia several times, in the library, the halls, the owlery, and the black lake, Harry knew that was her favorite place in the school grounds. He even tried getting Hermione to go over to Delia and apologize, Hermione had said he should apologize himself, typical.

"Just go over to him-"

"He didn't mean any of it-"

Su Li had been trying hard to convince Delia to talk to him, she declined everytime. Little did she know that Hermione and Su were planning a time for Harry and herself to bump into eachother.

"Del, I've forgotten my potion's essay in the library, could you please,get it for me." Su had pouted.

"Oh Harry, would you be so kind by getting me the book of magic maladies and medicines?" Hermione asked.

"Su....can you get it, i'm comfy." "No.." Su responded.

"Fine Hermione, i'll be back soon." "Ok..." Hermione said concealing her smile greatly.

Harry was now trotting down the corridors of stone, when he saw the familiar arched doorway he knew he had made it. He stepped inside and came across rows of tattered books and wooden desks.

He came to a halt when he saw the familiar brown hair put into her signature bun chatting with the one and only Loony Lovegood. "I never have any one to sit with, why not sit with me?" Delia asked.

"Oh, I would love to, thank you. As long as there are no nargles around." "I don't think so, but you can always check." Delia had chirped.

Harry coughed awkwardly, "uh..sorry..Delia, can I speak to you?" Harry was now picking at his sleeve.

Delia froze and turned around, she gulped. "I guess, what do you want to talk about?"

Harry inhaled sharply and motioned over to a table where no one could hear them. " I want to apologize about what i said a few weeks ago, I had no right saying you were like your father, your nothing like him, and i'm sorry that I hurt you...it's fine if you don't accept my apology but I wanted you to know, I care about you.." Harry trailed off.

Harry's words were music to her ears, a thick substance like honey coated her throat, she was at a loss for words. She was standing there, a deer in headlights.

Harry didn't know if she took it in a good way, bile filled at the back of his mouth, his hands sweating as though they were coated in butter. Delia did the only thing she thought of, she slapped him.

"I deserved that," Harry said, his face forming a sour expression. Delia pulled him into a big hug and whispered thank you.

Harry laughed, "does that mean, we can talk to each other again, be friends again?"

"I guess..Sure!" Delia exclaimed.☆