A second chance at Love. [L.B.]

- chapter 12 -

Celia Amesford POV:
"Do we have to go today?" Enzo groans. I roll my eyes, pulling on my tights. "Yes. Professor Snape is going to kill us if we miss even one day." I respond. "I just want to stay in bed with you." He sighs. I laugh. "Get up, Enz." He groans again, sitting up as his eyes land on the tie I was wearing.

"What?" I ask, noticing the grin he tried to surpass. "Hm? No, nothing." He says. I give him a look before ignoring it.

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Even after getting ready before Enzo, I manage to enter class after him. I sigh, walking through the doors as all eyes fall on me.

There were light giggles and whispers. "Ms. Amesford." Snape says slowly. "I'm not late, Professor." I say before he could scold me. "No, that's not my worry. My worry is that no one's managed to inform me that you switched houses?" He raises a brow as laughs get louder.

I furrow my brows in confusion. "What?" I ask. "Your tie, Ms. Amesford." He says again as I look down. Green. Not red, Green. Fuck, I wore his tie.

I immediately pull it down, looking at my feet in embarrassment. "Please collect your tie from Mr. Berkshire." He sighs as I quickly walk beside Enzo who held my tie between his fingers.

"Hello, angel." He smirks. I roll my eyes, grabbing my tie and throwing his on his face. "You're not funny." I sigh. He chuckles. "Just be glad that neither of your pathetic Gryffindor friends are in class." He says. I sigh. That was true.

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Now, all I had to do was somehow get Ron and the other to trust me. But they would, wouldn't they? Hermione said Ginny has no problem.

Ron and Harry are the only troubles here.

"What're you thinking about?" I hear a sharp voice which startles me. "Hi, Ron." I reply, ignoring his question. "Hi." He responds blandly, taking a seat on the couch beside me.

"Uhm so.. I have to tell you something." I mutter before Harry and the girls walk in. "Okay, I guess I have to tell you all something." I huff.

They exchange weird glances before sitting down. "What is it?" Ginny asks. "Right. Uhm.. would you— by you I mean all of you guys— be mad if I started dating Enzo?" I stammer, quickly mumbling his name.

Harry furrows his brows. "Started dating who?" He asks. "Lorenzo." I mutter. Ginny's mouth falls, Hermione purses her lips and the boys stare at me as though I've just threatened to kill their whole family.

"Please don't be mad—" I sigh. "Well, mad is an understatement." Harry yells. Ginny shoots him a quick glare, silencing him. I stoop down on my seat. "Are you joking?" Ginny mutters. I finally look up to meet her eyes. Disbelief. Disappointment. Betrayal. That's what I see in them.

"God, I'm so sorry, Ginny.." I sigh, my face in my hands. "Don't be." I hear her mutter. "What? What the bloody hell do you mean by don't be?!" This time, Ron yells. "I don't care. I hate him. And Celia dating him doesn't hurt me nor make me like him anymore!" She yells back. "I'm still sorry, Ginny." I sigh. She stares at me for a moment.

"Yeah, it's.. whatever. Dating Berkshire— it's your funeral." She huffs. "We're only worried, Celia. It's not just Ginny, it's almost every girl in Hogwarts." Hermione says, finally speaking. "But I trust him." I state. Harry stares at me. "Okay." Hermione sighs.

Good enough.