When the meeting finally ended, the faint aroma of dinner wafted through the house, signaling it was time for everyone to gather in the kitchen. Beatrice trudged the stairs with the rest of the Order members, feeling drained and irritable. As they reached the kitchen, the sound of voices and laughter floated down the hall, coming from the dining room. Everyone had come down from their rooms, and Beatrice knew this was her chance to finally greet Harry properly.
Walking into the kitchen, she spotted him immediately, standing near the table with Ron and Ginny. He looked slightly overwhelmed by the lively chatter of the Weasleys. When Harry turned and caught sight of her, his face broke into a grin.
— Beatrice. — he greeted her warmly, stepping forward. — It's good to see you.—
— Same here, Potter. — she replied, offering a small smile. She hadn't seen him since the Triwizard Tournament, and she couldn't help but feel relieved to see him alive and well after everything they'd both been through.
Before she could say more, Sirius strode over, engulfing Harry in a bear hug. — Finally! It's good to have you here, kid. — Sirius said, his voice thick with emotion. — I've been waiting ages to see you.—
Harry laughed as he hugged him back, his expression softening. — good to see you, Sirius.—
The moment between them was short-lived as Molly bustled in with the last of the dishes, ushering everyone to sit. Beatrice found herself moving toward the long wooden table, her stomach growling despite the lingering tension from earlier.
To her surprise, and a little delight, Hermione ended up sitting next to her. Beatrice could feel her cheeks warm as their knees brushed under the table. It seemed Hermione noticed, too, because she quickly adjusted her position, only for their legs to touch again. Bea bit her lip to suppress a smile, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement.
The meal began, and everyone dove into the food. Bea tried to focus on her plate, but the warmth of Hermione's hand slipping into hers under the table nearly made her drop her fork. She turned her head slightly to glance at Hermione, who was staring intently at her mashed potatoes, her cheeks tinged pink.
They both tried to act as normal as possible, but the connection between them was undeniable. Their fingers interlocked beneath the table, hidden from view, and the touch sent a comforting thrill through Bea.
The conversation at the table ranged from Order logistics (vaguely mentioned) to Fred and George's latest joke shop experiments, which earned an exasperated groan from Molly. Sirius and Harry occasionally exchanged meaningful looks.
Bea laughed at the twins' antics, but her focus always drifted back to Hermione. The way her eyes sparkled as Tonks was entertaining her and Ginny by transforming her nose between mouthfuls, the way her knee pressed gently against Bea's, the way her hand felt perfectly intertwined with hers, it was all intoxicating.
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A Hufflepuff heart | Hermione Granger
FanfictionBeatrice Lestrange has always been an outsider in her own story. Born into one of the darkest families in the wizarding world, she grew up under the looming shadow of her infamous mother Bellatrix Lestrange. Despite this, Beatrice is nothing like th...