𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 (𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃.)

~Chapter 35: D.A. Basics~

Harry has been odd since the last DA meeting, and it's beginning to bother me. I'm not sure if I should ask about it or something, but whenever I was helping out Neville, he would constantly glare at him.

I hope he wasn't jealous or upset about anything. Theres nothing to be concerned over, Neville is simply a friend and always has been. I tap the end of my writing quill against my chin, reading the section of the book Umbridge had just assigned us. 

"Miss. Black, perhaps you could tell me what you are doing?" She stands over me and I glance up at her, "I'm reading ma'am. I'm on my second round out of the four, repetition, right?" I plaster a fake smile across my lips.

Hermione has been giving me what I consider to be the world's worst pep talks. That I have to be nice and respectful towards Umbridge, so I don't receive any more detentions. Or get Dumbledore's Army caught. 

I care more about the latter. 

After class I ensure to catch up to Harry, wanting to ask him what's going on. I wrap my arm around his own and ask, "Hey, got a sec? I want to ask something of you."

He nods for a second, and he glances around, pulling me into a boy's restroom, locking the doors. "What is it?"

"Are you alright, Harry? You've been short lately, and honestly hella distant. Did I do something?" He looks at me for a second and sighs, "Yes... no? Honestly, I'm not sure either."

I blink for a moment, "What the bloody hell does that mean? You mad or not?"

He sighs, "Frustrated I supposed, is all." I blink at him again, "What for?"

"The other day you were with Neville, and he was just far too touchy for my likings. I- I know that sounds ridiculous but I just..." His voice trails off and I hope on top of the countertop, taking his hands mine. I remove my bag that is usually wrapped around my shoulder and place it next to me.

"Darling, it's not ridiculous at all. You've got a right to those emotions, just as well as I've got to mine if rolls were flipped." I move my hands from his, and take his face into them, "You're the only lad in my radar, don't you think twice about that."

I go to graze my fingers through his hair, to be met with a hiss from him as I accidently touch his scar. "Is it bothering you?" 

He nods, looking at me above the lens of his glasses. "I sound like an idiot."

"You don't. Even if you did, at least you're my idiot." That gains a chuckle out of him while I scrouge through my bag, looking for the balm I carry with me for this exact reason. "Your bracelet went back to normal... I've been trying to figure out what the orange means." Harry states, as I open up the container and take a small amount.

"Has it been orange? I haven't even noticed... This is gonna sting a twinge," And sure enough, he groans in discomfort as I apply some of it to his irritated skin. As I gently rub it in, Harry's hands find way to either sides of where I sit, and he grips it tightly. 

"I'm sorry... I know it hurts." Once I'm done, he allows his head to fall on my shoulder, he moves his hands to wrap around my lower torso. "Thank you, Y/n. I'm the sorry one for acting that way, I- I just see you around other guys like that and it just makes me remember..."

His voice trails off, and I grab his chin and guide his face to look at me. "Remember, what?

"That you're not truly mine, not yet at least." His voice softens and I feel my heart ache, "I will be someday Harry, things are going good so far between us. Right now, there's just the DA... Maybe once we leave for the holidays we can actually sit down and talk."

"I understand..." I release his face, and he presses a gentle kiss to my cheek, and I wonder how his lips would feel against mine right now. I slowly lean in, going to close the gap between the two of us before a banging on the door sounds.