Mon Amour | Harry Potter x Y/n Black

Boy Trouble

"Uh, I-...do you always sleep with soda under your pillows?"

3rd Y/n

Josephine closes her closet with her foot after throwing snack after snack at Y/n over her shoulder.

"Why do you have a convenience store in your closet!?" Y/n asks under a pile of junk food.

Josephine shrugs. "I get hungry. Sue me."

She jumps in the bed across from Y/n.

"Sooooooo...!" Josephine drags out as she begins to open some Bretz crisps. "Tell me about your inevitable celebrity crush!"

Y/n forces down a little blush that wanted to make an appearance.

"It's not-..it-..celebrity crush?"

"Well yeah! He's a frickin' celebrity and you like him!" Josephine repies as she reaches under one of her pillows and pulls out a grapefruit Schweppes.

Y/n, momentarily stunned from how casually Josephine pulled a soda out from under her pillow, starts speaking again.

"Uh, I-...do you always sleep with soda under your pillows?"

Josephine looks up at Y/n with a croissant in her mouth. "Hmm? Ouh," she takes the croissant out of her mouth. "No, I have a mini fridge built into the wall through my headboard with the pillows covering it." She says as simply as someone asking what the time is.

Y/n blinks at her. "Question mark?!"

Josephine raises an eyebrow at her and pulls away two pillows to reveal a missing square of wood on the headboard and a black mini fridge in the hole.

"You cut a hole in the wall??"

Josephine rolls her eyes. "Duh! How else was I supposed to put the fridge there?" She opens it and pulls out blood orange soda before closing it and replacing the pillows.

She hands the soda to Y/n.

Y/n is still too amazed by the genius idea of the hidden mini fridge though.

"I will have to do that when I go back to Hogwarts!"

Josephine stops chewing her crisp.

"Wait, you're going to go back to Hogwarts? When?"

Y/n feels a little guilty for not telling her and Lucas earlier.

"Uhm, yeah... I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be here for long. I don't know exactly when I'm going back, but I'm just here for a little bit until my evil DADA teacher gets sacked. Most likely it's going to be at the end of the year."

"Oh..." Josephine swallows her crisp and looks down at her croissant. "How do you know? And how evil could she be that you'd move schools just because of her? It's a her isnt it?"

"Yeah, uh, how do I explain this? So to answer your first question, the Defense Against The Dark Arts position has been cursed for like, five years."

"What do you mean cursed? What happens to the teachers?"

"So..." Y/n clicks her tongue. "One died, one's memory was wiped, one turned out to be a werewolf, one ended up not being who we thought he was and was actually a psychopath, and now we have the most cruel lady in the world. She's so awful you'd think she looked up mid-evil punishments in her free time."

Josephine just stares with her mouth slightly open.

Y/n reaches foreword and closed it.

"Long story. And to answer your second question..."

Y/n pulls back her sleeve to show Josephine the faded scar.

I must hold my tongue.

Josephine gasps and rubs the scar slightly.

"What did you do?!"

"I just put her in her place. She doesn't like loosing an argument to a 15 year old apparently." Y/n puts her sleeve back down, but Josephine looks a little more...cautious.

That annoys Y/n.

Josephine is judging her.

She should've never shown her that scar.

Y/n becomes self conscious of the scar and tries to hide it by sitting on her hand.

Josephine seems to notice her un comfort because she puts a hand on her arm.

"You don't have to be ashamed of it. I think it's cool. It shows that you're a badass."

Y/n gives her a small smile, though it's not very reassuring.

Josephine looks at her hand like she forgot it was still on Y/n's arm and pulls it away.

"Enough of the serious talk. Let's get high on junk and talk about you and Harry!" Josephine says with a slightly pained look in her eyes.

Y/n reaches for the soda Josephine lied in front of her to have an excuse to avoid eye contact.

"Well, he's...good at Quittich? I don't know!"

"Oh come on! You can do better than that! Why do you like him?"

"Uhm, he's got these really pretty green eyes...and his black hair is so messy, but it's nice when it's like that."

Josephine gives an encouraging nod to continue.

So Y/n continues.

"He doesn't care about Umbridge. He defies her and isn't scared of what she'll do to him. Though he probably should be. He's really good at Quittich it's amazing to watch. He might be famous and all of that, but he isn't stuck up in all of the fame which is really nice. He spent time with me every day and I haven't been away from him since I came here in two years! But he...he hasn't written to me since I left either."

Josephine smiles half-heartedly.

"He sounds nice. Maybe there's a reason he isn't sending letters. Maybe something happened at the school and he can't."

A wave of panic washes over Y/n.

Did Umbridge do something to him?! Is he in danger?!

Josephine's eyes widen in realization.

"No, I mean-...maybe it's not Harry's fault you're not getting any letters. He's probably fine. Besides, it takes the owls a while to go all the way from France to England." She tries to explain.

The panicky feeling lingers, but Y/n submerges it with fake relief for her friend.

She was opening up to someone she met a few weeks ago, but when she was hanging out with Josephine and Lucas, she felt like she could trust them.

And it's not like they'll ever cross paths with her Hogwarts friends.

At least, she hopes that won't ever happen.

She's spilling way too much valuable information to Josephine right now.

"Yeah, you're right."

A/n: sorry for the ones who wanted a Harry chapter, I promise the next one will be. Also school just started back so sorry I never write! Thanks for sticking with me this long tho, luv yall 🫶

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