Hermione and I closed the door of the girls dormitory. She set her books on her bed, and sat down. "So," she began. "D'you fancy anyone?" She said with a yawn
I was taken aback. That question came out of nowhere. Should I tell her? Nah. But I feel like she'd understand...
"Yeah, Luna." I faltered. I didn't mean to say it. But you did. "Oh. Oh-so wait-you're-" I cut her off. "Yeah, but only kinda."
"Oh, ok cool." Hermione said while picking up a book. She looked at me and smiled. She light her lamp and read.
Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit! I did it! I did it...oh, Merlin, how did she take it? She looks fine... She was flipping through her book. Merlin I hope she doesn't tell anyone.
I closed my curtain and pulled the cover up to my neck.
I cant sleep, so I start flipping through a magazine that Lavender Brown let me borrow. It was a muggle magazine that she had gotten. It had models, home pictures, missing children's advertisement, clothing adds.
There were a stack of magazines on my bed, dating back to 1991.
Guessing by how the moon was positioned, I guessed that it was around one when I went to sleep.
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FanfictionTWS/CWS: Swearing Mental health Homophobia NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN (Or should I say "no beta we die like the Marauders"?) How's this for a first story
