Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ i love you's࿐ྂ

when i returned to my dorm the morning after the Hogsmeade visit, i saw a huge pile of Honeydukes sweets on my bed with a note on top with nothing but 'thank you' and a heart written on it.

seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione anywhere except class was rare. even though Hermione was my dorm mate, i hardly saw her.

in the weeks to come, Hermione would be dressed and gone before i woke up and return back to our dorm long after i'd already gone to sleep.

i sat next to her in almost every class (Divination and Potions being the exceptions) but even then we didn't exchange words. she'd often draw little smiley faces in my notebook while the teacher taught though.

i didn't know what the hell that meant.

i think it was all a matter of them not knowing what to say to me and likewise.

from what i'd picked up, they were spending all their time helping Harry with preparing for the last task. i'd heard from my brother that the champions were all being chucked into a maze with obstacles and the objective is to find the trophy.

i apologised to Draco about ditching him at Hogsmeade and he told me not to worry.

i feel bad to admit it, but i was enjoying the time distancing myself from Harry, Ron and Hermione. hanging out with them was an awful lot of pressure and unnecessary stress.

the most i'd heard of any of them recently was when Harry practically had a seizure on the ground in divination cause of his scar. he'd rushed out before i could ask him if he was okay though.

i got to spend more time with my other friends, and i'd even become friends with Cho.

April and May were an absolute blur. a peaceful one at that. all i was doing was spending time with my friends and homework. it was nice.

June rolling around meant exams though, and that put an abrupt end to whatever peace there was.

"home stretch y/n. come on." Ginny encourages as we sit at a table in the common room together, studying. i was laying face down on the table.

"yeah. but it's History of Magic." i reply groggily. i was running on such little sleep.

the common room as a whole looked to be on their death beds as everyone approached their last exam that's taking place tomorrow, the morning of the third task.

Ginny sighs, "do you think you know enough to pass?" she inquires.

i nod, my head still on the table.

"then honestly, wing it. it's the laaast one. don't beat yourself up about it." she replies.

i sit up. "are you doing the same?"

"oh hell no. i'm writing Potions last. 'winging it' would be a suicide." she says. i laugh softly and rub my eyes.

"third year problems, innit?" i tease.

"shut up." Ginny replies and playfully punches my arm. both Dean and i loved teasing her about being a year below us.

i take a deep breath and take a look at my History of Magic notes. "you know what? fuck it. i cant learn another name. i'm done." i close all my books and lean back on my chair with a yawn.

"i wish." Ginny comments and laughs softly. she looked just as tired as me. i look at her watch and see that it's 11am on the dot.