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

Year Four: Chapter Four

3rd person POV:

Y/n sighed as she shifted on the wooden deck she was laying on, the sun beating down viciously on her back and she knew she would have to move soon or she'd burn.

However, she needed to leave soon. She had a Quidditch match she needed to see, and she had to get back to her father's house to meet up with the Weasleys — whatever way they planned to pick her up considering there was an ocean separating them.

She heard a loud splash and she turned around with a laugh.

"If you guys get me wet I swear I'll drown you all," she chirped.

Everyone in the pool paused to look over at her. There were three boys and a girl, all neighborhood kids her age, splashing around.

Y/n had undecidedly chosen to ignore everything that had happened last year at Hogwarts, so she only sent letters when necessary, only thought about Hogwarts when necessary, and she forced herself to snoop though the attic to find the photo album Lupin had told Harry about. She didn't dare take a look at the photos yet, though — she figured it would be too depressing.

It felt good to play the part of a Muggle this summer; running around with the other kids her age who flirted with her and teased her for the few British slang she'd let slip from her time at Hogwarts.

"We would never get you wet," said the oldest boy, Matthew Johnson, a playful smirk on his face as he looked at his friend Elias Miller.

The two began to laugh and Victoria Johnson, Matthew's sister, smacked him over the head.

"You're not funny, you doofus," she scolded, her usually light brown hair now dark from the water.

Y/n sighed contently, looking at the friends she'd somehow acquired, knowing she'd never see them again.

"I've got to catch a flight back to London in hour."

Ryan Clifton, the last person in the pool, lifted himself out and sat on the edge.

"Are you sure you've got to go yet?" he asked with a frown on his face, though his face turned rather pink.

Y/n was certain the four of them only talked to her because she was pretty — so pretty in fact that Matthew had tried to kiss her (which she had to dodge with disgust) and every time she looked at Ryan, he'd blush and swipe a hand through his dark hair in a way that reminded her of Harry.

It seemed that her Veela powers affected Muggles more than wizards.

"Yes," she sighed, standing up to put her sundress back on. "My friends are I have planned to meet up."

Y/n began to fold her towel, knowing she was going to miss this summer — knowing a small part of her wished she didn't have to leave. That it wasn't the people she'd hung out with, but rather the bubble that felt as if had been placed over her.

"Your British friends are more important than us?" Matthew asked in an arrogant tone, following Ryan's move to get out of the pool.

"Yes," she answered blankly.

He turned to her, his eyes squinted in an unconvinced look.

"Well, I've got to throw you in the pool for that one!"

Y/n dropped her towel in annoyance. That was one thing about these temporary friends — she couldn't stand to be around them for more than a day. While the place had been a sanctuary from her troubles, the people had been a borderline nightmare. 

"You will not," she scoffed, glaring to where Elias was waiting in the pool. "Nobody could be that annoying. Besides, I would jin—"

Matthew laughed and he came closer to grab Y/n around the waist, causing her to throw her head back in fake laughter. But once they got closer to the edge of the pool, Y/n began to panic - he couldn't actually but that rude.