𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿-𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 - 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲

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Your P.O.V.

We're in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express on the journey home.

Home.

"What's the Burrow like?" I ask Ron for the thousandth time.

"Huh?" Ron asks, his mouthful of chocolate.

"Ugh, nevermind."

"O-ay."

I tap my foot nervously on the ground. Hermione puts a hand on my leg to stop me.

"We've only been on the train for twelve minutes. Relax, (y/n)."

"She's not going to relax," Harry answers for me.

"Yeah, Hermione. It's not Devil's Snare," interrupts Ron, swallowing his sweets.

"What exactly would you know about relax for Devil's Snare, Ronald?" I shoot back at him.

"Well... er... Obliviate!"

Hermione's natural instinct is to duck and Harry's is to dive in front of us—correction, me—but I just watch as the confetti sprays out of Ron's wand backwards.

"Brilliant spell, Ron," says Harry, standing up and dusting himself off. "Really brilliant."

"I hate you," Hermione says simply.

"Be nice. That's your future husband you're talking to," I tease. They both turn bright red. "You really can't do magic though."

"I can do magic! Let me, uh, try a different spell. Incendio!"

This time Scabbers leaps out of Ron's pocket and starts tap dancing.

"Ron!" Hermione scolds. "Finite."

Scabbers stops dancing and comes to sit between me and Hermione instead.

"One more try. Wingardium Leviosa!"

Ron points at Harry's glasses and nothing happens. He starts flailing his wand at Harry's eyes trying to make the glasses levitate.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I say, doing my best impression of Hermione. "You're going to take Harry's eye out. Besides—"

"I'm saying it wrong. Yeah, I heard Hermione the first time, thanks."

"No, I was going to say that you're holding it backwards, Ronald."

"Good," says Harry. "Because I don't want to fight another troll."

"Never," I agree.

"Really, (y/n)? I'm surprised," Hermione says slyly.

"Why?" I ask suspiciously, drawing out the "i" sound.

"Well, it gave you an excuse for Harry to be carrying you. I though you'd appreciate it, seeing as you'll probably be married by the time sixth year is over."

I feel my cheeks flare red and I think Harry's going to die on the spot. Ron's about to pass out from lack of oxygen because of how hard he's laughing, and Hermione just smirks at all of us.

I shake my head and laugh.

"Well played, Granger. Well played."

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We step onto the platform, and I see a family I can only assume are the Weasleys. I mean, it helps the Gred and Forge are with them, but still.

Mrs. Weasley is a plump woman with kind eyes and a heart-warming smile. She's about the same height as me and I already love her.