𝖮 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʰʲᵖ

• ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢 : 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔢 •

• Chapter Five : The Transferee •

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The ceiling of the Great Hall was serenely blue and streaked with frail, wispy clouds, just like the squares of sky visible through the high mullioned windows.

This was the state of the Great Hall when (Y/N) entered with her dormmates, Padma, Jill and Toni. They were just started tucking in on their first breakfast when someone sat down beside (Y/N).

"Good morning." said Andrew in a wide grin.

Toni and Jill immediately gasped as their first reaction.

"Hi! You're Andrew, right? The transferee?" Toni asked, stretching out her hand. "I'm Toni. Toni Monroe."

"And I'm Jill Dearie." sad Jill, extending her hand as well.

"Uhm, hello." said Andrew, shaking their hands.

"You've already seen me last night, but I never had time to introduce myself." said Padma. "I'm Padma Patil."

"Hi, Padma." muttered Andrew, waving a hand at her. He then turned to (Y/N). "Good morning."

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows. He might have forgotten that he already had said the same greeting twice.

"Yeah, good morning to you too." she mumbled and faced her plate again.

Padma (who moved to sit on the other side of Andrew), Toni and Jill started a conversation with Andrew, who was stuck in answering their questions than having his own conversation with (Y/N). This desire went unnoticed, however, because the Heather girl was busy minding her own business and continued eating.

Then, out of a sudden, someone had sat down on Padma's vacated seat. (Y/N) looked up to see a stricken-faced Harry, his jaw was clenched and his breathing was deep.

"You okay?" muttered (Y/N) in a muffled tone, her cheeks was filled with mashed potato.

Harry looked down at her, his glinting emerald eyes met her brown ones. He then forced a sigh and nodded stiffly.

"You sure?" asked (Y/N), filling her mouth with scrambled egg. "Your ears are red, you know?"

"Can you stop eating for a while?" said Harry, his voice turned unusually cold.

"Why?" said (Y/N) incredulously, her spoon was suspended in front of her mouth.

"Just stop eating for a moment."

"But Harry —"

"Please, (Y/N)."

The Ravenclaw girl looked astonished. Not because of his obvious cold voice but because of how he called her by her name and not with his usual endearments. She blinked, swallowed the last bit of her scrambled egg, and put down her spoon and fork. She reached out for her goblet of morning coffee and drank it before facing him again.

"Good." said Harry. "Now, I can kiss you."

And without any pause, he leaned closer and kissed her straight to her soft lips. The taste of her morning coffee reached his tongue as soon as his lips touched hers, causing him to lean even more closer into her while tilting his head.