-Mine-( Harry Potter x Reader)

Chapter 7

" Wind in my hair, I was there I remember all too well. Photo album on the counter, your cheeks turning red you used to be a little kid with glasses, and a twin size bed."

                                                             -Taylor Swift-

                                                              -All To Well-

Y/n's POV

The weekend had finally arrived, and the moment we stepped onto the Hogwarts Express for Hogsmeade, I could feel the excitement buzzing in the air. There was something electric about the last train of the week—the rhythm of the wheels on the track, the gentle sway of the carriages, and the smell of crisp autumn air mixing with warm engine oil. I pressed my face to the window, watching the golden leaves swirl past in a dizzying dance, and I let myself feel that light thrill of freedom. Hogsmeade was a whole different world.

Lavender and Parvati were already teasing each other across the compartment, Lavender bouncing excitedly on the edge of her seat. "Y/n! First one to the Three Broomsticks gets the first butterbeer!" she shouted, her curls bouncing.

"Oh, you're on!" I called back, laughing, and pushed off the bench to race her to the door. Parvati groaned dramatically behind us. "You two are impossible," she said, shaking her head with a fond smile.

Hermione appeared moments later, as composed and collected as ever, holding a neatly folded map of Hogsmeade in her hand. "Try not to destroy the station on the way out," she said, giving us a mock-stern glance.

"Please, Hermione," I said, sliding past her with a grin, "we're professionals."

The sun streamed through the windows, catching the dust in the carriage air and making it sparkle like tiny stars. Outside, the rolling countryside blurred into a tapestry of orange, gold, and green, the occasional cottage tucked among the hills. I could hear the distant chatter of students in other compartments, the rhythmic creak of the train, the occasional bark of a dog or the clatter of luggage—and my heart lifted with the anticipation of what awaited us at the station.

When the train screeched to a halt at Hogsmeade, we practically tumbled out, our laughter mixing with the crisp autumn wind. The village stretched before us, cobblestone streets glistening faintly from an early morning drizzle, the smoke curling lazily from chimneys, and the warm golden glow of shop windows beckoning. Honeydukes, the Three Broomsticks, Zonko's—it was all there, familiar and welcoming.

"First stop, sweets!" Lavender declared, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me through the bustling crowd. Parvati followed closely, her face flushed with excitement. I laughed, letting myself be swept along. My bag bumped against my hip, my scarf twisted slightly, and I caught sight of Harry and Ron waving from a few paces back. Harry's green eyes met mine for a brief moment, and the soft curve of his smile made my chest flutter. I quickly looked away, focusing on the shop windows as if I hadn't just felt my heartbeat skip.

Honeydukes was a riot of colors, shapes, and smells. The scent of sugar, chocolate, and caramel mingled into a dizzying perfume that made my stomach twist in the best possible way. Shelves overflowed with everything from peppermint toads to exploding bonbons, Fizzing Whizzbees, and Chocolate Frogs lined up in perfect rows. Lavender immediately ran toward the shelves, grabbing a small pile of candies and holding them out triumphantly.

"Y/n! Help me pick!" she begged, her eyes sparkling.

I bent down to peer at the colorful boxes. "Okay, hmm... these look fun," I said, pointing to a packet of Chocolate Frogs. One hopped in its box and nearly jumped out before Lavender snatched it. We giggled, our shoulders brushing, and I could feel that familiar warmth of friendship weaving around us.

Parvati shook her head, smiling faintly. "Honestly, you two are hopeless," she said, though her tone was fond rather than annoyed.

I laughed, feeling a rare sense of lightness. Hogwarts was amazing, but it was often stressful, filled with rules, lessons, and constant danger. Here, with my friends laughing and leaning into each other, I could breathe. For a moment, the weight of exams, assignments, and mysterious dark forces outside our walls didn't exist.

After we'd stocked up on sweets, we made our way to the Three Broomsticks. The warmth hit me like a hug the moment we stepped inside. The scent of roasted meats, fresh bread, and butterbeer enveloped me, and Madam Rosmerta greeted us with a smile that felt like home. I let out a contented sigh and wrapped my hands around my mug, the frothy heat seeping into my fingers.

"Best. Weekend. Ever." I murmured, taking a slow sip. The sweetness of the butterbeer, combined with the faint bite of the ale, made me smile.

Lavender leaned toward me conspiratorially. "Y/n... do you think we can sneak into Zonko's later? I need to see the new trick wands."

"I think we can," I said, glancing at Hermione. She was already studying the map of Hogsmeade, brow furrowed. "Hermione?"

"I don't see why not, as long as we're careful," she said, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "But don't let the shopkeepers catch you wandering off alone."

We spent the next hour laughing, teasing each other, and sampling everything we could carry. Lavender bought a handful of explosive bonbons and shoved one into her mouth before Parvati could stop her. I watched in horror and amusement as her eyes widened before she coughed and sputtered, laughing all the while.

Harry eventually joined us at the table, sliding into the seat across from me. He had a butterbeer in hand, and when our eyes met, I felt that strange warmth again, the one that made my chest flutter like a hummingbird's wings. I quickly turned to Lavender and Parvati, pretending I was more interested in their conversation than in him.

Outside, the village seemed to glow under the low sun. Smoke drifted lazily from chimneys, lanterns flickered in the gentle breeze, and the streets buzzed with the chatter of students and villagers alike. I could hear Lavender and Parvati's voices carrying on, teasing each other, planning what to do next, and I felt entirely grounded in the simple joy of friendship.

By the time we left the Three Broomsticks, the sky had shifted to a dusky amber, and the first stars were just beginning to peek through the fading sunlight. We wandered down the streets slowly, stepping in and out of shops, laughing at each other's antics, sharing small, whispered secrets, and savoring the rare freedom of a weekend in Hogsmeade.

When we finally made our way back to the train platform, my arms were full of parcels and sweets. Lavender and Parvati chattered nonstop about the next time we could come, already planning future visits. I smiled, feeling the warmth of the day settle deep into my bones. Hogwarts was never simple, but it was ours—filled with friends, laughter, and little pockets of magic like this one.

As the train began to move again, I pressed my forehead against the window, letting the scenery blur past. I thought of the warmth of Butterbeer in my hands, the sound of my friends' laughter, the sparkle of candy wrappers in the sunlight, and Harry's soft smile across the table. For once, I didn't think about danger, lessons, or dark things lurking nearby. For once, I just let myself enjoy the simple, perfect, ordinary magic of friendship.

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