Seems like everyone is obsessed with Y/N Dixon. It starts off with her friends in the house of Gryffindor, 3rd year. Someone at Hogwarts has been following her every move. Was it her best friend Harry Potter who was slowly falling in love with her...
(A/N {TW} : Mentions of sex without consent or in other words.. you know. PLEASE skip to the next time stamp if you are not comfortable reading. ily.)
HARRY'S POV "Stupid- zipper-" I overheard as Y/N struggled to zip up her dress, "Ugh. I hate you." She mumbled while I turned the corner to help her.
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(A/N : Y/N is wearing this for me in like a dark purple to match Harry but, choose what you want of course.)
"G'morning." I kissed her neck with a smile.
"As to you." Y/N replied, probably not expecting me to pop up so suddenly. She turned her head to glance at me before I placed my thumb on her zipper, "Quite odd don't you think- a wedding right now?"
"Maybe it's the best time to have it," I finished zipping her dress, "Right now."
"Thanks." She sighed, responding to the help I gave her before turning around.
I glanced down at her lips a few times, trying to prevent my eyes from wandering her frame too much. She let her hands creep around my neck as mine found her waist, slowly building the tension when her fingers glided through my hair.
We pulled each other in, connecting our lips and letting everything surrounding us fade away. I gripped onto her waist a bit tighter, possibly wrinkling her new dress. But she looked too good in it for me not to do anything about it.
She pulled away and turned her head, leaving me flustered before I did the same, "Moorning." George sang from the kitchen.
"Get out, George." Y/N closed her eyes shut through irritation as he winked at us.
"I'm sorry- excuse me for enjoying tea in my kitchen then." George chuckled and sat his mug down, "I heard all of the ruckus last night by the way. Harry must have one large wanker-"
"Ah! No-"
"George, seriously?-"
Y/N and I both cringed and slammed our ears shut as he continued, "No worries. I'm only joking.. I think.."
"That wasn't us, that was-"
"Yeah, yeah- How'd it feel, Y/N?" George questioned with a smirk.
"What?" Y/N looked up at him with a worried expression, making me scrunch my brows.
"How. Did. It. Feel." George repeated with a slight laugh.
But Y/N took a step back, putting on an expression of fear like she knew something. I watched as she looked away from George and around the room before quickly glancing at me.
"Don't listen to him-"
"It's fine, just- excuse me for a second." Y/N sped off, leaving me and George confused.
My first intention was to follow her, knowing something was wrong by the way she was acting. I reached the toilet just as she closed the door behind her.
