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

Rekindling?

So so sorry for the delay
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We made our way — slowly but surely — back up to the castle, more specifically, back up to the Gryffindor common room, because based on Seamus' words there was a party happening.

On the way up, we walked through quite a few crowds, many of whom shouted congratulations at us, but Harry looked to be feeling a great sense of letdown; he had told me that he'd been sure that if Ron won the match, he and Hermione would be friends again immediately.

He did not see how he could possibly explain to Hermione that what she had done to offend Ron was kiss Viktor Krum, not when the offense had occurred so long ago.

Anyone with any sense would've been able to piece together how stupid of an assumption that was, but hey.

Now I don't know what I was expecting upon entering the Gryffindor common room — ...okay I lie. I did have expectations. Expectations that contained alcohol and some very fun herbs.

But no... nothing of that sort. Unless you count Butterbeer I guess. Ginny's disappointment was just as palpable. Say what you want about the Slytherins man but they really do know how to party.

I could not see Hermione at the celebration, which was in 'full swing' already.

Renewed cheers and clapping greeted specifically Harry's appearance, and he was soon surrounded by a mob of people congratulating him.

What with trying to shake off the Creevey brothers, who wanted a blow-by-blow match analysis, and the large group of girls that encircled him, laughing at his least amusing comments and batting their eyelids — he ultimately ignored them completely — it was some time before he could try and find Ron.

"Just leave him," I tell Harry as we break away to the snack table. "Who cares honestly."

He shrugs and looks ashamed to admit, "I care."

I sigh and sip on my Butterbeer that I really wished was a shot, "He's a dick."

"He's my best friend."

"He can be a dick and your best friend. One doesn't eliminate the other."

"He's your best friend too," Harry adds.

"Look," he sighs as well, "I'm not trying to brush what he did under the carpet... or pick sides... but I mean, everyone gets worked up from time to time."

"So you mean to tell me if you got worked up enough you'd bring up my dead brother?"

"No... But he got a warning from me and apologised to you."

"Yeah, a half arse one."

Harry leans against the table and looks out at our celebrating peers in thought, "So you're never gonna forgive the boy?"

I shrug, "I could live with that."

I down what was left of my cup and decide to join in on the festivities, Harry awkwardly trailing behind me.

As he was ducking around a group of fifth years, one of them emerged and we walked straight into Ginny, Arnold (can't believe she actually named him that) the Pygmy Puff riding on her shoulder and Crookshanks meowing hopefully at her heels.

"Looking for Ron?" she asked, rolling her eyes. To which I shake my head and Harry nods.

"He's over there," she replies, "the filthy hypocrite."

We looked into the corner she was indicating. There, in full view of the whole room, stood Ron wrapped so closely around
Lavender Brown it was hard to tell whose hands were whose.