❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XVII. ALWAYS GOING THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION
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"You fall, and you crawl, and you break
And you take what you get, and you turn it into"
"SHE'S CLEARLY AVOIDING ME,"
Sunday was usually filled with relaxation — you know, considering they had no lessons to rush to, and no Snape to mumble about how insignificantly stupid they were. The weekends were filled with relaxation, yet Harry Potter could not find it within himself to feel the least bit relax as he tried to finish up the mountain of homework with Ron that they had been procrastinatingon.
Weekends used to be stress free, and here he was, stressing over many things.
He just wished his stress prioritised what was important, like the fate of the world while a psychopath was running about. But instead, his hormones had completely taken over his mind, and all he could think about was his ex-girlfriend that he wasn't even trying to forget or pretend was non-existent anymore. Ever since yesterday with the events of the Quidditch match and everything, perhaps it was just him, but Harry was starting to think that she was actually avoiding him.
Or was he just being delusional?
"Weren't you the one avoiding her for a whole month?" snorted Ron sleepily as he braved through his homework, which was smaller in amount than Harry.
Harry had to blame Hermione though for that; she was fairly persuasive in getting Ron to at least finish up a few of their homework to dwindle the burden.
Of course, only for Ron.
Harry shot a blank look at his best friend, "But we got over it!"
"Because I forced you two to get over it," Ron rolled his eyes, scribbling — well, more so doodling a pig that looked suspiciously like Snape. "Maybe she's giving you a taste of your own medicine,"
"I was the one that was giving her a taste of her own medicine, Ron." Harry said, huffing away his hair from his eyes. "This is different..."
"Right..." yawned Ron.
"Why can't life be easy?" sighed Harry, resting his cheeks upon his palm as he tapped his shoes continuously onto the floorboards.
Ron, who had been dozing off midway into his essay, woke up, blinking.
"What's that, mate?" he asked in a drowsy manner.
Harry scrunched his nose and threw a sunflower seed at him. "Never you mind."
