falling ; hp

─── twenty six

"What the fuck is this?!" Willow exclaimed as she immediately pulled away from Harry and held his hand. Harry visibly cringed as he lowered his head.

"Answer me, Harry," she demanded in anger.

"Um, it's just a prank," and once again, he visibly cringed at how poorly he lied. Willow scoffed in disbelief.

"A fucking prank? You better say the truth, Harry," Willow snapped as Harry sighed in a defeated manner.

"It's from detention with Umbr--" before he completed his sentence, Willow got off from his lap and trailed to the girl's dorm, which confused Harry. He stood idle and waited for his girlfriend. Minutes later, she returned from the dorm with a wand.

Harry's eyes widened as he saw Willow clutching his hand and dragging him out of the common room.

"Willo--"

"Shut up!"

He stopped his tracks, which made Willow pause as well. She turned around and gave him a glare. Harry stepped closer to her and held her hands in his softly.

"Lowie--"

"Don't." She mumbled with gritted teeth. "That bitch hurted you. Just because she's a teacher, she can't do something awful like this! She needs some treatment mentally!" Willow yelled in the empty corridor, and Harry thanked that none of the staff were there.

"Lowi--"

"You know what? I'm gonna kill that bitch and you better talk to Dumbledore and get me out from Azkaban. She really gets on my nerve -" Willow gasped in a surprised way when she felt Harry's lips on her as he silenced her. Her wand slipped from her hand as Willow slowly  wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him back.

The cold night breeze sent shivers down her spine, which made Harry pull her extremely closer to him for warmth. Once he felt her relax in his arms, he slowly pulled away and opened his eyes to see Willow with her eyes closed, still earning for Harry's lips.

"Lowie," Willow fluttered, opened her eyelids, and saw Harry staring at her. Her heart was racing at the speed of Hogwarts express, and she wondered how come she went speechless.

"Listen to me," He started off. "Saying to Dumbledore is of no use. He. . . He's not responding to me as well," Willow frowned at his words as Harry continued. "Even in thr trial, he didn't talk to me. And honestly, I don't know the reason behind it,"

"Alright,  then let's go to Professor McGonagall and let's complain about that bi--"

"No! Please, just forget this, Alright? " Harry pleaded as he cupped her cheek. Willow placed her hand above his hand which was kept on her cheek and caressed his wound softly, without breaking the eyes contact.

"I hate her. . ." She whispered. "How can she do something like this? This horrible? Merlin I really hate her. . ." Harry listened to her as he smiled fondly to which Willow frowned.

"Why are you smiling, you twat?" willow asked as Harry chuckled and shook his head before pulling her in a tight hug. Willow hugged him back and slapped his arm playfully.

"Oi, what's wrong with you?" She asked as she felt Harry caressing her hair smoothly.

"Nothing, love, " he answered. "I'm just happy," that I got someone like you. . .

Willow smiled at his words as she pulled away and kissed his forehead. "I'll not let anyone hurt you, I promise. " she whispered as Harry grinned and pulled away from her.