People say that love is the strongest force there is, but how true is that? Love can overcome many things, yes, but can it overcome everything? Harry believes that it can. He believes that their love is all he needs to be happy in this world. Y/n, e...
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"Malfoy girl. Stand."
|~| ☽☼⭑⚯⏃ ͛☼☾ |~|
⏃Third Person POV⏃
Y/n dashes through the halls of the castle, her feet nearly leaving a trail of smoke behind her. Why is she in a rush, you might ask? Because she can't seem to find Pansy, Daphne, OR Blaise, and the only other person she can have a girls talk with is across the damn castle, in a tower that is a billion meters in the sky.
An annoyed huff leave her lips as she comes to a halt in front of the "fat lady" portrait. She's panting, a bit sweaty, and has done way more exercise than someone should this early in the morning.
"Look, Elizabeth, i am not in the mood to play your password games. This is serious business. It...involves a...boy." She says 'boy' as if it's poison on her tongue, nearly spitting the word at the poor painted woman.
"A boy, hm?" Elizabeth, the painting, hums contemplatively.
"Yes. A very irritating one. Did you know that he was watching a girl in the year above us last night during dinner? I mean, honestly, how desperate can you get? I must have an intervention with Hermione about this. Maybe she can get him to act right. If he's distracted by some girl, he won't be able to focus properly on his school work." Y/n goes on a tangent, one that seems like it won't be stopping any time soon. Luckily, Elizabeth stops her.
"Ah, yes. He really should keep his focus on his school work. Go on in, deary. Watch your step."
"Thank you." Y/n steps through the opening, immediately being welcomed by a rich warmth. The fireplace casts a subtle red glow over the room, the deep scarlet couches lie there, inviting and empty, with plush pillows and soft blankets. Y/n has to shake her head as to not get distracted.
She marches up the steps to the girls dormitories, reminding herself of the dorm number Hermione had told her she was in, and swings the door open with no regards for whoever's inside. A few high-pitched screams and gasps can be heard, but Y/n pays them no heed, and goes straight for where Hermione sits on her bed, book in hand.
