!!HAPPY ENDING!!
Meet - (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, an ordinary young woman who unexpectedly finds herself transported into the fantastical realm of Harry Potter as the fraternal twin sister of Ron Weasley.
With no knowledge of how the story will unfol...
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A/N : ANOTHER UPDATE BUT THIS IS UNEDITED SOOOO
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"He did mention he'd pondered it, dear Herms," responded (Y/n) for the umpteenth time, wearied by Hermione's unrelenting queries regarding her conversation with Harry about his potential role in instructing them on the intricacies of Defense against the Dark Arts.
For a fortnight following Hermione's initial proposition, she refrained from raising the topic of Harry offering lessons in Defence Against the Dark Arts. However, her persistent inquiries continued to hound (Y/n), causing a mounting sense of vexation.
The saga of Harry's detentions under Umbridge's watchful eye had finally concluded, leaving (Y/n) to speculate whether the indelible marks on the back of his hand would ever fade entirely. Ron's recent string of Quidditch practices had proceeded sans admonishments during the last couple, while (Y/n) and Harry's clandestine Quidditch training carried on. Cloaked in invisibility, they would slip out of the Gryffindor tower, returning well past midnight, drenched in sweat and panting, yet both content and fatigued. Meanwhile, in Transfiguration, all four had achieved success in Vanishing their mice (Hermione and (Y/n) had even advanced to the level of Vanishing kittens), before the subject at hand resurfaced.
Amidst a tempestuous September eve, the quartet found themselves nestled within the library, engrossed in their quest for potion ingredients at Snape's behest. It was during this moment that Hermione interjected, her voice breaking the silence, "I was wondering," Hermione started to say, "whether you'd thought any more about Defence Against the Dark Arts, Harry."
(Y/n) feigned engrossment in her book, seemingly innocent, as she anticipated the possibility of Harry erupting in anger towards Hermione once more. Madam Pince's watchful presence loomed nearby, and she wanted to avoid any trouble.
"Course I have," Harry grumbled, "can't forget it, can we, with that hag teaching us –"
"I meant the idea Sabrina, Ron and I had –" Ron shot her a warning look, causing her to frown, "– Oh, all right, the idea Sab and I had, then – about you teaching us."
Harry didn't respond immediately. He glanced briefly at (Y/n), who avoided his gaze, Harry pretended to peruse a page on Asiatic Anti-Venoms. In truth, he didn't want to disclose what was on his mind.
"Well," he spoke slowly, no longer able to feign interest in the book, "yeah, I – I've thought about it a bit."
A small smile touched (Y/n)'s lips, confident that Harry would eventually agree to the idea; after all, he was the Protagonist.
"And?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"I dunno," Harry replied, stalling for time. He then looked up at Ron.
