𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟕𝟕 - 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧' 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞

When Harry and Ophelia headed down to breakfast together, there was a lingering confusion amongst the students as they walked through the corridors.

Strange looks, whispers behind hands and people trying to discreetly point at the two of them when Ophelia stopped to tie her bootlaces that had come undone and Harry took one foot while she took the other.

"Everyone is staring at us." Said Ophelia under her breath as she glanced over Harry's shoulder as he was crouched in front of her, there was a small gaggle of girls peering round the corner at them, whispering quite loudly amongst themselves.

"Good," said Harry, pulling himself up by using the back of her knee as support. "I want them to see me with you again, might shut them up about Romilda."

Ophelia smiled to herself as the two of them carried on down the stairs, Harry staying close by her as they did so.

"You don't mind them staring at us do you?" Asked Harry, wondering if she might grow self-conscious.

"It's not like we can avoid it," said Phee as she brushed some of her blonde hair over her shoulder, "But no I don't mind."

Harry nodded, relieved.

Ophelia took in deep breath through her nose, letting out a sigh as they got closer to the Great Hall.
"Oh do you smell that? God I'm starving..."

Harry took a whiff, oh yeah, it smelt good.

The two of them walked together to the Gryffindor Table, ignoring the countless stares of students who were already seated in favour of sitting beside one another.

Hermione and Ron, who were already sat down looked at the pair of them with amused grins.

"Where've you two been?" Asked Ron, "You weren't in bed all night."

"That's funny, neither was Phee." Said Hermione sipping on her orange juice as she and Ron shared a bemused look.

"Oh get your heads out of the gutter, we were in the room of requirement." Said Ophelia, taking a bite out of her cinnamon roll, "God this is good."

"Wait." Said Hermione, "You were there, together?"

Harry nodded, losing the battle with his face as he couldn't help himself but grin, he cast a look at Ron who gave him a "what a lad." smile right back.

"Alone?" Clarified Hermione

"Yes." Said Ophelia, sipping her apple juice, "He was helping me re-write my impeachment after it was ruined yesterday."

Ron nodded, shooting Harry a "that's not code for something is it?" Harry shook his head, but still couldn't get rid of his smile.

"How did it go?" Asked Hermione giving Ophelia an all knowing look.

"It's still the same, redone and stronger in some places and most definitely charmed for it not to happen again." Said Ophelia, taking a thoughtful bite of her second cinnamon roll, yet Hermione couldn't quite decide if she was talking about the impeachment or Harry.

"Well... how did your session with Snape go?" Asked Hermione, leaning further into the middle of the table so no one could overhear them.

Harry and Ophelia exchanged a look, as Harry began to re-tell what happened the previous evening, right down to how it felt to have Snape in his head, he skipped out the part about which memories he saw.

"So you're saying that this weapon You-Know-Who's after is in the Department of Mysteries?" Asked Ron, the beans on his fork rested forgotten in his hand.