Obsessed

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{A/N : guysss oml prepare for this chapter and it's Joe Goldberg vibes 💀}

RON'S POV
"Are you sure that's her's?" I asked Hermione as she held up a single strand of someone's hair, praying that it was Bellatrix's.

"Positive." Hermione responded.

"Well, Y/N, Harry, stay cautious. We're gonna go-"

"Take the potion, we know," Harry attempted to calm my nerves, "Go take it, we'll be fine."

I turned to Y/N, "Stay safe."

She nodded, making Harry twist his brows.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were flirting with my girlfriend.." Harry squinted at me as Hermione left, not hearing our conversation.

"What-"

"It's my knockers isn't it?" Y/N whispered teasingly, "They hypnotized you-"

"Stop!"

"What?-"

"Remember, in fifth year-"

"Good day." I walked away.

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THIRD PERSON
Hermione approached her friends, having already taken the potion to become Bellatrix and she had it down perfectly.

Griphook and Dobby were standing alongside Harry who was staring at Y/N as she ripped a bandaid off of her forehead.

'That's..' He tilted his head, but then she caught his eye and chuckled, knowing he saw what she did, 'Anyone else would've grossed me out.'

"Well?" Hermione fetched everyone's attention, "How do I look?"

Ron took a minute to think of an answer as he looked her up and down. He knew she didn't look like herself, that's for sure.

"Hideous." He answered confidently.

Griphook gave the sword to Hermione, all in which she slid into her enchanted pouch before they joined the others.

"Y/N, are you sure-"

"I'm going, Ron." Y/N interrupted her friend who was disguised as Dragomir Despard.

"Mrs. Potter is perfectly capable of doing what she wants, Mr. Weasley," Dobby chipped in, "Dobby means no harm in his words, Dobby only wants to inform you."

"Fantastic." Ron replied as everyone started stacking their hands on top of each other's.

"Griphook," Harry peered down at the goblin, "We're relying on you. Get us past the guards and into the vault and, the sword is yours."

Griphook only nodded in response before setting his hand on the others'.

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The six of them apparated into an alleyway at Diagon, two of them still holding hands. I'll let you guess who.

"Y/N, stay close, alright?" Harry calmly spoke to his beloved, afraid she'd get hurt.

"I'm pretty sure you're more scared than I am, mate." Y/N teasingly grinned at him.

Harry stepped away from her with a noticeable groan that hinted annoyance, "Don't call me that."