"I hate you, I always will hate you." Or so he thought.
Little did Draco Malfoy know he would grow to admire y/n and respect her. Yet again that's No time soon. Or is it?
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Achievements (all thanks to you...
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•"I fucking love you, y/n."•
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"Do you have any idea on what the third task is, Harry?" I asked, watching as Harry bent down to pick up one of his books off the floor, then hit his head on the end of the table, as he was coming back up.
"Ow," he muttered rubbing his head, I failed to hold back the chuckle that threatened to escape my lips.
"No, he hasn't" Hermione sighed, answering the questions I asked Harry, for him. "Well bloody hell, the task is in a week!"I exclaimed, looking over to Harry furiously.
"Cut me some slack here, they didn't give me any hints," said Harry, his hand still held firmly on the back of his head.
"This is life risking Harry! Did you not note what happened the last two times?" I asked, sitting up from my chair to hit the back of his head myself.
Harry winched once more. His head throbbing even more than it was before. "Good grief," Harry sighed, utterly defeated.
"She's got a point Harry," Ron chimed in, his mouth full of food, though when was it not?
"You be quiet, Ron. You know I don't like it when you eat and talk!" Hermione exclaimed, sending a pointed glare Ron's way.
"Well guess what, 'Mione, I couldn't care less." Said Ron as he took another bite of his porridge, making sure he was chewed with his mouth open.
This seemed to have set Hermione off, as for the two best friends took the time out of their day to bicker with one another. Leaving me to watch in amusement.
"I swear, if they don't get married." I chuckled, catching Harry off guard. "Pardon?" He asked, his eyes wider than the Atlantic Ocean.
"Oh come on, Harry. Your not that oblivious are you?" I asked, my eyes shifting from Ron and Hermione, and then finally to Harry.
"Oblivious, of what?" Harry asked, his gaze curious. "Well it's obvious Hermione and Ron have a thing for each other of course!" I whispered, making sure the two oblivious lovers couldn't hear me.
"There's no way, I know everything about Ron, he's my best mate I mean he would tell me! We tell each other everything! " Harry claimed, earning a chuckle to escape from my lips.
"Sure, and have you told him you have the biggest crush on Valery yet? I think not," I grinned in triumph as a look of disbelief spread across Harry's face.
"How did you kno- I don't!" Harry corrected himself, though nothing was going to convince me that he didn't like Valery, it was so obvious.
"Sure, Harold. Keep telling yourself that." I shook my head lightly as I diverted my gaze back to Ron and Hermione— who where still bickering—.
