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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When Y/n had awoken the next morning, she'd noticed a silence in the Dormitory, usually, especially on the last days before the winter holidays, she'd be awoken to the audible effects of whatever torment the Weasley twins had decided to bring upon the general public, or the sounds of Ginny in a debate with someone that would inevitably end in her hexing them, or Ron and Hermione in an argument over something the other said or did, or the sounds of something relating to Harry- argument or celebration, but, this morning, there was nothing, just quiet.
Not an eerie silence like the kind you'd hear in a forest after a tragedy, the kind that tells you a story of its own, but it wasn't a comforting sort of silence either, the kind you'd share with a sibling late at night over secret hot cocoa, it was a still sort of silence, the kind you'd get as the blood rushed through your head when you hung upside down on your broom for too long, or the silence you'd experience as you lay in bed late at night after all others have gone to sleep.
It was a silence one wouldn't often question, a silence ignored and overlooked, not something one would think very much of, and Y/n usually wouldn't either, except today was the last day of term before Christmas, and so she would have expected to hear at least something.
When she came down the stairs, the common room was sparsely filled, barring a few students who'd been packing to return home for the holidays, all others were likely down at breakfast or enjoying the early-morning snow outside. Y/n navigated past the bags students had left on the floor in the midst of packing, and found Hermione sat knitting on the couch.
Y/n sat herself beside Hermione, her head resting upon the girls shoulder.
"What time did you come back last night?" Hermione asked quietly, glancing away from her knitting to look at Y/n.
"Possibly a bit after midnight." Y/n murmured, holding the wool for Hermione to prevent it from knotting.
"I uh- suppose you didn't hear then."
"Harry and Cho? I saw." She hummed dryly, fidgeting with the wool.
"Oh- Y/n, I- are you..." Hermione spoke, clearly not quite sure what to say. Y/n supposed it was a rather odd situation, a girl feeling heartbroken over a boy who was never hers.
"I'm fine, 'Mione, I was heartbroken last night of course, I've been in love with him for so long, but, it's not like we were dating, not like he knew I liked him... and after the Yule Ball it's rather obvious he doesn't like me back, so now, I really don't care." Y/n stated.
Crookshanks stalked over to Y/n and climbed up into her lap, rubbing his furry head against her.
"You don't care?" Hermione asked incredulously, missing a stitch in the hat she was knitting in her moment of shock.
"No, I don't, yes I may love him, but he's my best friend first, he always will be, if I ruin our friendship over some senseless jealousy, then I'm not exactly a good best friend, am I? I've ought to get over him- which, I'll admit, will be hard- and be happy for them both... which I am... I am so very happy for them both... if I cannot do that, I shouldn't be friends with him." Y/n sighed, stroking the cats furry head as he eagerly purred, leaning into her touch.
