Obsessed

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

THIRD PERSON
"Ready?" Harry asked his girlfriend who nodded in response.

I know what you're thinking lol but no.

They both chugged down their vile of Liquid Luck with Ron and Hermione watching. When all of the substance left the bottles, the couple began to smile.

"Well?" Hermione questioned with hope, "How do you feel?" She interrogated.

"Excellent." Harry grinned brightly before looking at Y/N as they stood up at the same time, "Really excellent."

"I feel like I could walk on the moon." Y/N smiled with excited eyes and confidence.

"I feel like we should kiss- but like very- like- a good one." Harry spoke in a fast pace.

"That's crazy- I feel the same way-"

"Remember," Hermione interrupted their flirting, "Slughorn usually eats early, takes a walk, and then returns to his office."

"Right," Harry nodded, "We're going down to Hagrid's." He grabbed Y/N's hand.

"What?" Hermione followed as they walked away, "No, Harry, you've got to go and speak to Slughorn." Y/N stopped to face her and Harry did the same, "We have a plan."

"I know." Harry replied to her.

"Fuck plans." Y/N shrugged, still holding her smile.

"Yeah, fuck plans." Harry joined in with the same expression.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Ron laughed, receiving an elbow hit from Hermione.

"We don't have.. Whatever. The point is," Harry ignored Ron's joke, "I've got a good feeling about Hagrid's- I feel it's the place to be tonight. D'you know what I mean?"

Ron and Hermione responded, "No."

"Well, trust me. I know what I'm doing or- Felix does." Harry led Y/N out, spotting Neville as he walked in, "Hi!" He announced in his outside voice.

"Good evening, Neville!" Y/N waved as they walked by.

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Y/N and Harry made their way down to Hagrid's, stopping as they passed by a Greenhouse and seeing their professor.

They walked up to stand by him, not being noticed for a few seconds, "Merlin's beard, you two!"

"Sorry, sir. We should've announced ourselves. Cleared our throats, coughed. You probably feared we were Professor Sprout." Harry ranted.

"Yes, I did, actually." Slughorn laughed to wear away the embarrassment.

"It's a good thing we're not, then, professor. I could never see myself as I teacher- I hate children." Y/N chuckled.

"Hate?-"

"Are those Tentacula leaves, sir?" Harry interrupted Horace when he realized what he was trying to cut off the stems, "They're very valuable, aren't they?"

"Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer." Slughorn sighed.

"I have ten Galleons in my bag here," Y/N slid her backpack off of her shoulders, "See?" She pulled out about thirty Galleons for him.

"I can't possibly take that, Ms. Dixon." Slughorn waved her off.

"I forgot that was my last name, actually." Y/N giggled and turned to Harry.