Mon Amour | Harry Potter x Y/n Black

Grounded

"You're grounded for a week."

Y/n's POV:

The door swings open quietly and immediately John gets up from the recliner in the conservatory.

"Where the hell have you been? You realize you were gone for almost eleven hours?! 'A few hours' my ass. Me and Bailey were worried sick about you!"

Usually when someone yells at me, I start crying, but for some reason the situation seems comical to me.

I try to not smile and look down at my feet.

"I fell asleep....I'm sorry." I say quietly, avoiding eye contact.

"You can't just do that Y/n! You Know Who is out there, we thought something happened to you. And worse, you were alone. I would've at least felt a little better if Harry were with you, even if he's not necessarily the best person for that, but still, you wouldn't have been alone."

"I'm sorry, I am. But I promise I'm fine, and I can protect myself. You don't need to worry about me."

"That's impossible Y/n!" He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before looking back at me, this time with a quieter tone. "You're like a daughter to me, I can't help but worry about you."

It's quiet for a little bit while I let the information slowly sink in.

Bailey enters the room and immediately hugs me when she notices I'm standing there.

"Oh my Helga, Y/n we were so worried. You cannot do that again, especially with everything going on at the moment.....why do you smell like tobacco?"

Bailey pulls back and smells my hair.

The easy, calm feeling from the cigarettes is now replaced by panic.

I say the first lie that comes to my head.

"I fell asleep in the field by the park and there was a few teenagers smoking nearby."

Bailey ponders that over in her head for a bit before giving up and deciding it's true.

"Ok, well go wash off and have your dinner, I left it wrapped in the kitchen."

I take a step to the stairs but John speaks up.

"Hold on now, you can't just do that young lady, there has to be some consequence."

"John, is that really necessary." Bailey asks.

"Yes! This can't just become a normal thing." He turns back to me. "You're grounded for a week. You're not allowed to go past the backyard or driveway and no friends over."

"Wait, no friends? What am I supposed to do for a week? There isn't anything to do in the house."

"She does have a point John." Bailey says.

John thinks for a second.

"Fine. You can have Harry over, but no sleepovers. He has to leave before dark."

"Fine." I drop the bag and change on the dining table and go upstairs.

I don't feel too bummed out about being grounded because it's not that bad.

Harry still gets to come over so at least I won't be completely quarantined.

I remove the cigarettes and lighter from my bag and stuff them in my boot.

The fags roll around since there's 3 less in there than before.

After grabbing some sweats and a baggy tee, I go to the hall bathroom to shower.

- - -

I curl up under the covers on my bed and open my book.

The candle light on coming from my bedside table projects a soft, flickering glow on the pages.

After four yawns, I finish the chapter and fold the corner of the page before putting the book on the bedside table and blowing out the candle.

I snuggle into the pillow and eventually fall into a light slumber.

~Dream~

Ron and I were walking on a busy street.

People were speaking French.

Ron looked like himself, except older and like he was in desperate need of a shower and fresh pair of clothes.

I figured I probably looked the same.

Ron said something to me and we went into a sandwich shop.

He couldn't understand the cashier so I ordered us some food.

We sat at a table and ate our food, which tasted like heaven.

That's when the bell on the door rang and an old friend of mine walked in.

Lucas went to the counter along with another boy whom I remember, but can't seem to place a name to.

They're holding hands and sit at a table next to us.

Lucas turns his head towards me and he freezes for a second in surprise before smiling at me.

I sit up in bed, being awoken by the summer sun shining through my thin, lace curtains.

The only thing I remember from my dream is being with Ron and......someone else.

I can't remember who.

I get out of bed and get ready for the day.

A/n: It's a short chapter but at least I updated. Also I forgot to clarify earlier, but when I say "fags" I don't mean the slur, I'm referring to cigarettes because that's what British people call them. You can look it up if you want.

Word Count: 847