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11. Broken Bond

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Y/N means Your Name
M/N means Middle Name
L/N means Last Name
F/C means Favorite Color
E/C means Eye Color

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●Y/N's POV●

My eyes flutter open as someone jumps on my bed. "Good morning
Y/N!" the twins yell loudly, in unison.

Despite the sudden waking, I smile, sitting on my butt. I hug them both at the same time, while stretching my feet.

"How's our Sleeping Beauty this fine morning?" Fred says dramatically. I giggle, pushing him playfully. George takes a pillow from the bed and hits me in the face.

They look at me, waiting for my reaction. "Oh, it's on!" I say and grab two pillows. I throw one towards Fred and stand up on the bed. I jump and tackle them both on the floor. I start hitting them repeatedly, whilst they block my hits with their pillows.

I get off of them and duck, when I spot Fred's pillow flying towards me. I take my blanket and throw it over him; giving my attention on George.

We both hit each other repeatedly. Then, Fred (still covered with my blanket), accidentally falls on us, holding us pressed down.

"Get off of me! I can't breathe!" I yell, whilst laughing hard. Fred manages to escape the stalking blanket and now, his hair is very messy.

He gets off of George and me and his face is red from the laughter. We sit there, silently on the floor, until we catch our breath. I get up first and they follow. They leave the room, so I can get dressed.

I wear my uniform and robe and meet the twins at the common room. I hold George's hand, like most times, while we make our way to the Great Hall.

We take a seat near Harry, Ron and Hermione. I shoot a meaningful look at Ron and he nods in understanding. "I go talk to Hermione for a bit. I won't be late. Keep a plate for me, Freddie." I say, holding his shoulder. He nods and as soon as I turn my back at them, I hear George ask Fred; "Where is Y/N going?".

I smile to myself, feeling happy, knowing that George cares for me. I mean, Fred cares too. He sometimes shows it even more than George. But.. It's oddly different with Georgie. I don't know if it's because I like him, but it just feels that way..

I stand behind her and place my palm on my upper arm. "Hermione..? Can I have a word with you? It'll be just a minute." I tell her. "Of course, Y/N!" she chirps. Wow.. She's eerily happy..

We walk out of the Great Hall and she turns to me. "Is everything alright?" she asks me, worry evident in her eyes. I smile, unable to hold it back. "Yeah, better than just alright, actually. But, I want to talk about you, not me." I explain to her. She nods, waiting for me to continue.

"So, do you have a partner for the Yule Ball?" I ask, wiggling my shoulders, for drama. Her cheeks flush crimson and she looks at her feet.

I gasp, immediately feeling guilty. "Oh my! Hermione, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable! I mean, I wouldn't have a date either, if you hadn't helped!" I try to mend the akwardness.

"No, no! That's not even close to my situation! Don't feel bad!" she tries to stop me from apologising. "Oh. Then, who's your date?" I ask once more.

"Well, Viktor Krum offered, but I haven't answered yet.." she mumbles, but I hear her clearly.

I gasp, feeling actually surprised, that he actually asked a girl. "Krum?!" I ask in disbelief. She blushes again. "I mean, are you sure you want to go with him? I mean, you would've answered if you wanted. Right?" I ask, remembering why I'm here.