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The Firebolt Conflict

After that one conversation I had with Harry, I had barely talked to him or Ron at all. Ron and Harry were still both furious with Hermione for turning in Harry's Firebolt. Since Ron and Harry were pretty much ignoring her, I spent all of my time nowadays with Hermione and I could tell she was grateful. She's my best friend. I'll always stick by her side.

Ron now added me to the list of people he was trying to avoid. He argued that I was siding with Hermione. Harry, however, still waved to me when I passed him by in the halls. I missed talking to Ron and Harry. I hoped this thing would blow over soon.

One morning, Hermione and I were eating breakfast in the Great Hall. Harry and Ron were sitting a few feet from us. Ron kept throwing dirty looks at Hermione.

"Y/N!" A voice calls. I turn around and see Elijah walking over to me, carrying a box with a ribbon on top.

"Hey, Elijah! Did you have a good Christmas?" I ask. He sits down beside me. Hermione hides her face behind a book, but I could tell she was watching us closely.

"Great! How was yours?" He asks.

"It was nice to take a break from Hogwarts and spend time with my family," I say.

"I—uh—got you something," Elijah says, shyly.

Harry drops his fork with a loud, Clang! I turn to look at him to see him glaring, but not at me. He was glaring at Elijah.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, here," Elijah says as he hands me the box in his hands. Inside, is an assortment of toffee and treacle tart.

"I made them myself!" Elijah exclaims, "Here, try one." He holds up a toffee. I pop it into my mouth. The flavor tastes like pure, creamy chocolate.

"This is delicious!" I say, grabbing another one. He laughs and places his hand on my shoulder.

"Wait, I didn't get you anything! What do you want?" I ask.

"Nah, it's fine," Elijah shrugs.

"No, let me get you something," I say.

"Alright, you owe me a butterbeer sometime," Elijah says.

"Deal," I reach out my hand and he shakes it. Elijah stands up and walks away.

Hermione slams down her book, "Who was that?"

"Elijah. We met on my first trip to Hogsmeade. He's one of Cedric's friends," I say.

"He's cute! What year is he?" Hermione asks with a smirk.

I blush," Hermione."

"You didn't answer my question!" She says.

"He's in year four," I say. Hermione giggled slightly.

"You two would be so cute—" Hermione begins but is interrupted by a scraping noise.

Harry had stood up and was now storming out of the the Great Hall. Ron quickly followed suit, giving Hermione a glare.

"I don't think they'll ever let this go," Hermione sighs. I could tell she missed them just as much as I did.

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"Go on," Hermione says, pushing me forward.

"I'm not sure. What if he gets mad at me?" I ask.

I had told Hermione about Professor Lupin being my uncle and she had urged me to confront him about it. I had my doubts. He was still my teacher. Wouldn't this just make things awkward?