Harry Potter x Reader
In which a young witch struggles with her developing feelings for her best friend
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"I have loved you for years Harry- it's why I drank the poison, its why I pushed you out of the way of...
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A/n: HAPPY NEW YEARS GANG, lets hope I can keep updates super regular this year! <3
Y/n had been one of the last to wake up the next morning, though, perhaps it was a good thing she had, for she'd awoken to Hermione rapidly scrubbing at something on the window, green paint staining at her hands.
"What're you doin'?" Y/n murmured groggily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.
"Nothing! Just- cleaning the windows, so the house-elves don't have to and-" Hermione said quickly, blocking the window with her body, then drawing the curtains down.
"Hermione, your hands are green."
"Trick of the light- it really likes to play tricks on you- shouldn't you go down for breakfast?" Hermione said nervously.
"Hermione... show me the window." Y/n spoke sternly, slowly getting out of bed.
"Okay... but before you react... no one else saw it, I was up first and made sure no one saw it- and really its not that bad if you really-"
Y/n pushed past her and opened the curtains, though she'd immediately wished she hadn't, tears brimming her eyes as she saw what was written;
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Y/n looked at the words, blinking back her tears, before laughing.
"You're right it's not so bad... It could've been the Whorialis stuff again so-"
Hermione didn't say anything, but slowly held up a mirror, revealing, there on her forehead, the word 'Bitch' had been scrawled down- but not only that, on her cheeks was the word 'pig.'
"I uh- I tried using magic to get it off without waking you... it didn't work."
Y/n was silent, gazing into the mirror, before she looked back at the window.
"This- this is Maia's hand writing... Maia did this?"
"I don't- I don't know Y/n... I-"
"You don't have to know, I already do... are you quite certain it won't come off?" Y/n spoke looking back at the mirror.
