!!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 : UNEDITED. But please do comment and vote. TYSM.
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-THIRD PERSON-
As (Y/n) awoke in the quiet depths of the night, she sensed an unexpected warmth and a lingering ache between her legs, accompanied by a feeling of satisfaction and contentment. In the dim darkness, a comforting embrace surrounded her from behind, with bare skin touching hers. Slowly opening her eyes, she found Harry nestled against her, his face resting in the curve of her neck, his bare arms encircling her waist. Memories of their shared intimacy flooded her mind, and a blush painted her cheeks involuntarily.
Amidst the nocturnal symphony of snores from nearby beds, (Y/n) realized the urgency to slip away before dawn unveiled the scene to Ron or any unsuspecting onlooker. Gently pushing Harry aside, his warmth reluctantly released its hold on her, and she fumbled to find her scattered clothing – remnants of Harry's earlier efforts.
A delicate dance of dressing ensued, each piece recovered from the vicinity of Harry's bed bearing witness to the night's shared secrets. As she donned her attire in the subdued glow, avoiding disturbances to Harry's peaceful slumber, the realization of the potentially awkward encounter with Ron heightened her urgency.
With nimble fingers, (Y/n) swiftly dressed, casting a final glance at Harry's relaxed features. Noticing his askew glasses still perched on his face, she delicately removed them and placed them on the pillow. Quietly parting the drapes to escape into the darkness, she discerned the shapes of Harry's fellow dormmates – Ron snoring loudly in his bed, Neville on the floor, and Seamus sprawled across his own. Dean was not in his bed.
Tiptoeing away from Harry's bed, she moved quietly and discreetly, a subtle limp betraying the soreness she hadn't expected. Harry's size was familiar to her, having touched it in year five, but the sharp pain caught her off guard. Silently descending the boys' dormitory stairs, she noticed the dark common room with a still-lit fire, and unfamiliar students scattered on the floor in the dim light.
Hurrying to the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, she entered the room with utmost caution, finding everyone sound asleep. Hastening to her bed, she lay there for a few minutes, staring into the canopy above, before her eyes fluttered shut. The discomfort lingered, making it hard to forget the recent encounter.
The soft glow of Sunday morning filtered through the curtains as the rest of the girls in the dormitory gradually stirred awake. The gentle rustling of blankets and muffled yawns filled the room, but (Y/n) remained in a peaceful slumber, unaware of the activity around her.
Hermione, who had been casting occasional glances towards (Y/n)'s bed, noted her continued rest. There was an unspoken tension between Hermione and Lavender, evident in their avoidance of each other's gaze and strained silences. The Lavender-Ron-Hermione situation had caused a rift, leaving the atmosphere in the room charged.
