You were sitting in detention with Umbridge.
You were writing with her magic quill.
By now, the words “I must be different” were engraved in the back of your hand.
When you left, you bumped into Harry Potter.
“Sorry,” you muttered.
He grabbed your hand and you glared at him.
He read the words on your hand.
“Umbridge?” he asked.
You took your hand back and nodded.
He showed you his hand and you read it.
“I must not tell lies,” it said.
“The ministry is still covering it up?” you asked.
Harry nodded.
“It might not mean anything to you, but I believe you,” you told him.
“It actually means a lot,” he said to you.
“If you ever need me, let me know,” you said, patting his arm.
You walked back to the Gryffindor common room alone.
Over summer break, you were alone in your house on 1 Privet Drive.
Your parents were on a cruise.
You were watching a movie on the couch when there was a knock on your door.
You answered it and saw Harry with only one piece of luggage behind him.
“Harry?” you asked.
“Hey Y/N, I um, saw you walk in here the other day,” he said awkwardly, “I got, uh, kicked out and I needed a place to stay. I was just wondering…”
“Yes, you can stay,” you nodded, stepping aside to let him in.
“Thank you,” he said.
“No problem,” you shrugged.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” he asked, looking around.
“Uh, I don’t have one?” you responded, slightly confused.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought… Because you’re really pretty… You just seem like… I’m sorry,” he stammered.
You tried your best not to smile at his awkwardness.
You found it kind of adorable.
“Wanna tell me why you got kicked out?” you asked.
“I got in trouble and they are tired of me,” he said, “Not like they actually cared anyway.”
You bit your lip because you felt bad.
You took his hand and made him sit next to you on the couch.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“We are watching movies until you feel better,” you declared.
You both had a movie marathon.
You felt yourself dozing off during the eleventh movie, but you woke up when you felt Harry pull you into his chest.
You looked at him slightly confused.
He kissed you gently.
“I really like you, Y/N,” he whispered.
“I like you too, Harry,” you whispered back.
“Now let’s go to sleep. The clock is striking 12.”
