Everlasting (H.P x fem.reader) YEARS 1-4

Year Three: Chapter Six

3rd Person POV: 

 When Harry, Y/n, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherin with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter. Y/n had the sudden urge to go right up to Draco and just- 

 "Ignore him," said Hermione, who pulled on Y/n's wandering form. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it. 

 "Hey, Potter!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Woooo!" 

 Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George Weasley. 

 "New third-year course schedules," said George, passing them over. "What's up with you, Harry?" 

 "Malfoy," said Ron, sitting down on George's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.

 "How much trouble do you guys think I would get in it I jinxed him into a dust molecule?" Y/n asked earnestly, her fists nearly shaking in anger. 

 Ron began to smile at the idea, but Hermione said, "I wouldn't suggest risking your education over Malfoy." 

 George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again. 

"That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?" 

 "Nearly wet himself," said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy. 

 "I wasn't too happy myself," said George. "They're horrible things, those dementors..."

Y/n shivered, overwhelmed suddenly with the memory of them, "I hope I never have the chance to encounter another one."

"Though luck with that," Fred said, though he frowned in his direction.  "Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?"

 "You didn't pass out, though, did you?" said Harry in a low voice.

 "Forget it, Harry," said George bracingly. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking.... They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there." 

 Y/n said sternly. "You shouldn't be embarrassed." 

 "Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match," said Fred. "Gryffindor vs Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?" 

 The only time Harry and Malfoy had faced each other in a Quidditch match, Malfoy had definitely come off worst. Feeling slightly more cheerful, Harry helped himself to sausages and fried tomatoes. 

 "Y/n, you've been practicing, right?" said George.

 Y/n scoffed, "What, did you guys expect me to fly over the heads at Diagon Alley just to practice?" 

 "Only joking," Fred and George said in unison. 

"Just imagine Malfoy's reaction when he sees your Firebolt," George added on slyly. 

"You still need to be a good flyer," Y/n said solemnly, stabbing her egg with her fork and mentally cursing herself. 

Perhaps she should've tried harder to practice, but it was hard to even think of a space in London that would inconspicuous and it was even more impossible to find a spot in Dragon Alley.