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Last night, Harry and I ended up spending time talking and joking around. It felt great to have a long conversation with him after the holiday. I told him about the necklace my grandpa gave me, and he admitted, it looked enchanting.
That night, Harry also suggested I join the quidditch tryout this year. He knew that I've always wanted to be a Chaser. Though I'm still considering it, I'm a little afraid of height and feeling extremely nervous about the idea of having people watching me play. After realizing that we had spent almost two hours talking, we went back to our Common room and right to our dorm since it was already past curfew.
"MORNING Y/N!! Wake up! wake up!" Hermione shakes my shoulder violently.
"Ugh–three more minutes," I groan as I wrapped my pillow against my ear, turning my back to Hermione.
"We're late, Y/n. No more minutes," she states sternly and pulls out the duvet that covered my body.
"HERMIONE!"
I reach out my hand to seize the puffy blanket. But instead of tugging it, I feel Hermione's arm grabbing mine and pulling me into a sit position.
"My bed! Oh, my beautiful dream!" I whine dramatically like a baby as I open my eyes slowly and located Hermione, who has already worn a complete uniform and a bag on her shoulder. She shakes her head while giving me a look like she's about to murder me if I am not moving any second soon.
"You're lucky you got me as your alarm, Y/n," she lectures.
"Hehehe, morning!" I giggle at her.
"I can't do this every day, Y/n," She says in frustration.
"You are already used to it anyways," I joke as stretch my body, then I move my eyes to scan the dormitory. Seem there are only the two of us in the room. I assume Pavarti and Lavender have gone to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Alright, sorry, I'll try to wake up earlier," I apologize, giving her a conciliatory smile.
However, she simply raises her eyebrows and gives me a look like she doesn't believe me at all.
"Hey! don't give me that look. I meant it!" I exclaimed, raising a hand beside my head.
"You better be."
I eagerly nod in response.
"Anyway, where were you? Last night?" She asks curiously. I listen to her while having my palm covering my mouth as I yawn in exhaustion.
"I was with Harry," I get off the bed and making my way to the bathroom.
"D--did you two finally–" she stops for a moment before opening her mouth again,
