Obsessed

𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

THIRD PERSON
Harry, Hermione, and Ron honestly believe they're just going to the mall. Well, they're in for a teeny tiny slight change of plans.

"Wait a second," Ron sat up excitedly, "Could you- can I turn up the music, Y/N?"

"Go for it." Y/N lightly laughed at him.

Ron turned up the music for everyone else to hear, "-right. Backstreet's back, alright!" The three of them danced as the instrumental started, with Y/N bobbing her head behind the wheel.

Hermione started to sing along but then got distracted when Y/N slowly turned into somewhere that wasn't a mall, "I think you've made a wrong turn." She pointed out, causing Ron to turn the radio down.

"Nope, we have arrived at our destination." Y/N parked the car in a parking lot.

The three clueless tributes all hesitantly got out of the car and entered the building. She had to keep convincing them that they were at the mall, making sure they didn't look up to see where they actually were.

"What's going on with mall security?" Ron put his luggage on a conveyor belt.

"I don't know man it's insane." Y/N played along and waited for Harry and Hermione to finish.

They eventually finished and got to exit the building. Y/N unknowingly obliviated them a couple times to keep the surprise going since Hermione kept finding out.

Y/N put her shades on as she walked outside , "Wow, such a lovely day- get out of the building."

"Where are we?" Ron stepped out first.

Hermione and Harry got out last and all three of them turned to Y/N who was looking behind them, "Turn around, guys." Y/N blinked at them.

The three of them faced the other way and displayed different emotions. Hermione slapped her hands over her mouth, Harry completely froze, and Ron had a dropped jaw.

"Good evening, Carlton." Y/N spoke to an older, nicely dressed male.

"Greetings, Ms. Dixon. Your pilot is ready for departure." Carlton responded and waved at her friends. Y/N smiled and walked forward, "Will you be needing any help?"

"No, they're fine. They just- hey!" Y/N snapped to catch the golden trio's attention. The three of them turned to her, "Gather your belongings."

"You're taking us on a private jet? Surely the mall isn't that far." Ron picked up his bags.

"Where have you always wished to visit, Ron?" Y/N asked, having no clue where to actually take them yet.

"North America." Ron responded.

"You can do better than that." Y/N chuckled.

"Couldn't we have taken a portkey, or something?" Harry whispered to Y/N. Hermione gripped tightly against her luggage as her excitement grew. They walked towards the aircraft, "I'm positive we would've gotten there quicker." He continued.

"If you can fly on a broom, you'll be fine on an airplane." Y/N calmed his nerves.

"This is exciting!" Hermione rushed over to Carlton, "Where are we off to?"

"Ms. Dixon chooses to keep that as a surprise for you all." Carlton responded and carried her bags onto the plane for her, "In fact, she has yet to tell me, Ms. Granger."

"Please, call me Hermione." Hermione entered the aircraft with a large smile on her face.

"I'm sitting by you this time." Harry whispered to Y/N, "Not because I'm afraid, I just want- I miss talking to you."