Mon Amour | Harry Potter x Y/n Black

Dreams

"Bad dream."

Y/n's POV:

After we were done playing games for the night, chatting, recalling funny memories, (I got to hear all about a detention with Malfoy in the Forbidden Forest, and, according to Ron, how he most likely wet himself and screamed like a little girl,) and enjoying each other's laughter, we called it a night and all slept in Harry and Ron's room.

We had taken the mattresses off the bed frames and put them on the floor so we could all be together.

The mattresses combined was maybe enough room for three people, so we had to scoot close together.

Me and Hermione got the middle.

I don't know if that's good or not.

Ron grabbed his blanket and I asked where Harry's was, but his face flushed and he said Kreature stole it.

I was about to yell for the elf when Harry covered my mouth and pointed out that most of the household was already asleep.

I decided to forget it and Harry offered to grab the blanket off of my bed.

I agreed and he bounded off to fetch my blanket.

"You know what really happened to his blanket, right?" Ron said as soon as Harry was out of earshot.

"No...? Am I supposed to?"

"I just figured Fred and George would've done the same to you, but I guess not." He shrugged and started adjusting the blanket on his and Hermione's half.

"You mean Harry got pictures too?" I asked faster than that little part of my brain could check what I was about to say and covered my mouth.

Ron was calm though and didn't notice.

"Yeah, they sewed it into his quilt. What, they didn't do that for you?" He asked.

"Oh, no, they glued it to my ceiling but I got them off." Right as I finish speaking, Harry pushes the door open with my comforter and other blanket I sleep with on my bed because I was always freezing in my room.

Harry tosses the blankets on my head.

"Harry!" I yell, but my voice is muffled by the blanket.

He starts laughing and so do Ron and Hermione.

"You messed up my hair!" I shout at him quietly once I find my way out of the blanket maze.

"Your hair looks fine. Besides, we're going to sleep anyway." He says as he sits cross legged in his spot on the mattress next to me.

"Ron, you better not steal the blankets!" Hermione warns the ginger.

"Ok, ok! Bloody hell I didn't even do anything yet." He mutters.

"Alright, good night everyone." Hermione says and proceeds to turn off the lamps and lie down in between me and Ron.

After a soft "ow" from Hermione and a "move over some" from Ron, the room went eerily silent.

Ron was the first out, snoring a bit, followed shortly by Harry.

I can tell Harry fell asleep, not because I can hear him snoring, but because the pulse on my finger slowed a bit.

A little later after adjusting slightly, Hermione knocked out.

I lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

With nothing to hold my attention, my mind wonders back to this morning when the shoebox fell.