The sad love story

Chapter 19

"Y/N, HARRY COME DOWNSTAIRS THE WEASLEYS ARE HERE!" Dad yells, i sigh annoyed and look beside me where Harry is,

"Morning love" He says and kiss my cheek,

"Morning" I mumble, and get up and pick his sweater up from the floor and put it on, it's a bit too big but thats alright i guess, i wish it was Mattheo's ofcourse Mattheo would never wear this ugly ass sweater but whatever.

"You look good" Harry says from my bed,

"Thanks!" I say, he get up too and takes his pants on. We then go down to the kitchen, Ron looks at us or more me with an wired look.

Harry pov.

Right as Y/n and i step into the kitchen Molly is all over me, after some minutes she turns to Y/n

"Hi dear" She says,

"Hi" Y/n answers with a smile, Molly looks confused at her, normally she won't have answered, i can't help but smile and sit down beside Hermione, Y/n is between me and Ron. It's wired Ron keeps looking at her, or more at her tits, did he see them last night?

"Eyes up here" Y/n say playfully to Ron and point at her eyes, Ron's head emetaly turns red, i can't help but laugh a bit while Hermione looks confused at us,

"Later" I whisper to her, she nod her head in a yes,

"So Y/n and Harry is the rumors true?" Mr. Weasley asks us,

"What rumors?" Y/n asks confused while eating an apple,

"Are you two dating?" He asks,

"We are" I answer, Molly clap her hands together,

"Im so happy for you two!" She says excitet,

"Relax it's not a weding" Y/n mumbles slightly annoyed, what did she mean by that, does she wants to get married?

Later.

Y/n pov.

Im sitting in the living room with Harry, Hermione and Ron,

"What was it about earlier in the kitchen?" Hermione asks, Ron's face turns bright red,

"Last night Ron walked in on Y/n and i makeing out" Harry says,

"What's so wrong with that?" Hermione asks,

"Y/n didn't have a shirt on" Ron answers looking away,

"And?" Hermione asks,

"Or a bra" Harry adds, Hermione widens her eyes, i hide my face in my hands, 

"I need to admit Y/n got some pretty tits" Ron mumbles,

"Why are you talking about my daugthers tits!" Dad asks loud, i widen my eyes, this convasation is getting worse and worse, "No one gonna answer me!?" Dad asks,

"We where just saying that her ti-"

"Can we please stop this convasation!?" I ask loud before Harry can finich his sentence,

"Good idea" Ron answers also hideing his face,

"Good call, good call" Harry mumbles,

"I will go to my room" I mumble and leave the living room felling everyones eyes at me.

I quickly run up at the stairs and into my room.

I sit down at my desk and starts writhing letters again.