꧁𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣꧂ 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

~Four~ 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝

 TW   PTSD, 

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Valencia's POV

I wake up curled up in the corner of the Gryffindor common room couch, surrounded by curious and nosy Gryffindors all around me. But no sleeping boy next to me. Thank Salazar for that, cause if I remember correctly I definitely went to sleep curled into James bloody Potter. Now hopefully that was just some messed up dream, cause the last thing I need is to have to deal with the aftermath of James Potter being that (ick) emotionally and physically close to me.

Yet for some reason, these bloody Gryffindors are drilling holes into my head with their eyes. If it isn't James Potter sleeping with me then what the bloody hell is it. Oh yeah, I'm a well-hated pureblood, Slytherin, "bully". That must be it. I ended up going down to breakfast and sitting through it even though I can't eat anything cause I didn't have room to go back to. And now I'm on my way to class, which just so happens to be with Potter, and I just so happen to sit directly in front of him.

As I enter the classroom I notice that Potter who is never on time is sitting patiently in his seat, while I unlike usual arrive last of all the class. Usually, I'm early to class but today I purposefully didn't come in time in hopes of avoiding a conversation with Potter. I saw Professor Flitwick giving me a disapproving yet confused look as I walked in.

"Miss Fawley, since you decided to join us late today you will receive extra homework. Now if you look at the board you'll see that today we're studying the Feather-Light Charm and although it is among the easier charms I do expect you to pay attention and not fall asleep. Now, will you please stop holding up the class and take your seat?"

I fumbled my way to my seat quickly even though I was extremely embarrassed about the fact That I probably do look super tired and like I just got out of bed. I mean I had Acciod myself a pair of black skinny jeans and slipped them on, and I had put a de-frizzing spell on my hair, but my hair was still in a slept-in messy bun and I didn't have any makeup on. The worst part was I was still wearing the huge Gryffindor red hoodie, and people were definitely staring. I don't blame them though, I'm a very put-together person its rare you would find me in this state. Can you blame me though? I'm extremely disoriented and paranoid, and I can't help but fear that I'm gonna run into Rosier at any time.

I tried my hardest to ignore Potter's relentless stare into the back of my head. I got out my note-taking supplies and settled down listening to the lesson when I felt someone tap my shoulder from behind.

"Potter stop. We're in class." I muttered frustratedly. I felt another poke this time on my arm.

"Come on Fawley, let's just talk, we need to talk."

"No Potter. We're in class, we can't talk."

Another ten minutes went by and I felt him shift in his seat in then tug on my hoodie.

"What the bloody hell Potter, stop it. For the last time, we can't talk he'll hear us." I said now extremely frustrated. I thought it had finally stopped when I felt something hit my head and landed in my hood. A fucking note. Great, now we're doing this. I scribbled down a rude reply basically saying that there was no way we weren't gonna pass notes and threw it back at his head.

"Come on Fawley, there's no point in paying attention anyway, we all know this stuff. Just talk to me"

"No," I whispered back.

"Come on Fawley we need to talk, you know we need to talk."

"I said no Potter."

"Fine," he replied saltily.