𝖮 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʰʲᵖ

• ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶 : 𝔉𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔑𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 •

• Chapter Thirty : Farewell, Neverland •

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Draco screamed. Blaise followed, and so did Ron.

A lot of raised eyebrows followed the group as the three celebrated looking as though they had just seen their favorite band. The onlookers soon ignored them as they walked past, realizing it was just a group of seventh-year students who finished their exams.

The rest of the group were cozily walking behind the three gits, talking to themselves about their N.E.W.T.s exams. It was the last day of the exams anyway, and so far, the only bad thing that had happened was Hermione almost tearing down her exam paper because she got a sudden panic attack in the middle of the exam, but she finished it anyway and with ease.

"Where are we going?" Luna finally asked.

"Where else?" Blaise called. "We're going to celebrate these shitty exams!"

"Oh, no." said Hermione, brushing her hair frustratingly. "He's not planning to drink the night away, is he?"

"He is." Harry replied, grinning.

Hermione crossed her arms but didn't say anything and followed the rest of the group to the Ravenclaw Tower.

It was a little chilly in the common room despite July coming in. There were only a few people inside the common room — the rest were probably resting or celebrating as well.

Draco, Blaise, and Ron were already pulling bottle after bottle of Firewhisky from their bags which made the rest of the group wonder how they nicked all of those.

"Seriously?" Pansy laughed, taking one bottle from Blaise, opening it, and magically conjured some goblets to hand over to the group.

It only took two bottles before almost all of them were drunk. Their alcohol tolerance had flunked down due to their relapse during the preparation of exams. They didn't even drink that much during the last Quidditch game.

Only (Y/N), Hermione, Luna, and Harry were the sober ones to prevent the others from passing out.

(Y/N)'s lips perked up in a crooked smile while watching Draco and Pansy banter about the difference between Muggles and wizards. Once the liquid was gone, she handed it to Hermione for a refill.

"Uh, (Y/N)?" called Hermione, filling the goblet with the alcohol.

"Yeah?" (Y/N) said absentmindedly, turning to Hermione with her depleted eyes.

"You're not going back to New York, are you?"

The Heather girl blinked at the question, wondering how would she answer that in a not-so-drunk way. Despite the cold air hitting her skin, she could feel the warm stare from the boy beside her.

She hadn't talked about that plan of hers for too long, not even with Harry. And now that she thought about it, she should have done it before. She knew she would go to New York once more for that job she wanted to take: an art consultant. It wasn't her passion, but she wanted it nevertheless.

Her tongue tasted bitter from the alcohol but she still took the goblet from Hermione and drank on it.

"I guess so." she replied after wincing at the intolerable taste. "If I had the chance."

"What do you mean?" Luna questioned, which (Y/N) knew to be Harry's question too.

"If there's a letter of application flying towards me anytime soon, then I'll have to go."

"Have to?" Harry said, regarding his girlfriend longingly.

(Y/N) turned to him, instantly regretting not telling him anything.