I'm Y/N Y/L/N and I'm 17. I live in Effingham, Surrey. My school is Howard Effingham School. It almost sounds like Hogwarts, isn't it? I wish it was Hogwarts!!!!! I'm crazy mad about Harry Potter! Besides, did you know about the films their making...
"Hello!" Dylan's mother approached us, showing a big smile. "You must be..."
"Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Murray." I smiled as Dylan would hold me by the waist.
"Oh, no! The pleasure is all mine, sweetie. And please, do call me Barbara." She hugged me and then hugged his sun.
"So, tell me everything! How did you two meet?" His mother asked after the party started. We were on the balcony, Dylan and I, next to each other as Dyl kept his hand on my upper back and a drink on the other. We were being interrogated about our supposed relationship by everyone that passed by us. It appeared that everyone was shocked by the fact that I really wanted to be with Dylan and I knew I wanted to joke with that. If I'm being pushed to be his fake girlfriend in front of my queen, I might as well make him suffer...
"Well, you go, Dyl! Tell them!" I smiled sweetly at him.
"We met during a party." He laughed and his eyes met mine. However, there was this mischievous look on his face that told me I was probably not going to like his answer. "She wouldn't stop looking at me during the whole night. So, I felt sorry for her and simply spoke with Y/N... Obviously just out of pity..."
I stared at him as my mouth fell open. "That was certainly NOT how we met!" I declared his lie, shockingly. I looked back at everyone that was now laughing at us and started to make up a new story. "Dylan was the one that wouldn't stop staring at me, until he decided to try to speak with me! I only let him have my Instagram because it was the only way to make him stop bothering me." I announced, with a smirk and with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Well, that looks more like my son now." Dylan's mum believed in my story and chuckled, alongside Dylan's aunt and sister-in-law.
"That's not how I remember it..." Dylan looked to his right and his eyes grew wild. I looked in his eyes' direction and saw who he was looking at. It was a woman wearing an all-too-low-cut-red-dress who was staring at us from the other side of the balcony. She might be J.K.'s sister...
I was holding my bag with clothes still, so I decided to use that as an excuse. "Dyl..." He looked back at me. "Where can I put this?" I motioned to the bag.
"Oh, right!" He smiled at me. "Mum, I invited Y/N to stay here for the night, is that okay?" He asked.
"Of course!" She exclaimed.
"She can sleep in my bedroom, right?" He smiled, starting to lead us out of the balcony.
"If she doesn't mind..." His mother said.
"I don't." I smiled at them. It was not the right time to discuss bed arrangements...
"Perfect, we're heading there to settle everything up." He announced. "We'll be right back!" He exclaimed as we walked to his bedroom. "Thank you, baby girl." He whispered in my ear.
We escaped from Jo's sister for some split seconds and I thought everything was fine, until I saw her figure on a mirror, walking behind us. So, I pushed Dylan into a random empty hallway and against a wall.
"Hey, baby girl!" He smirked, holding my waist. I giggled as if I actually wanted to do something and leaned on his ear.
"She's behind us." I whispered, loosing my amused tone.
"How do you know?" He whispered as well.
"I saw it from the mirror."
"Well, that's a terrible turn off." He stated, looking upset. However, ignoring him completely, I kissed him as I heard steps coming our way. He followed me and kissed me back as he'd usually do.
The way he kisses is almost automatic! I mean! He knows what he has to do without thinking! It always feels amazing...
The steps stopped for a split second as Dylan rolled us on the wall so that I would be against it and then it was as if they were being played in reverse.
The moment we parted, I looked around to see if she was still there, while I tried catching my breath.
"She's no longer here." I stated, still whispering, between breaths.
"Thank you." He smiled.
I nodded. "Yep." I touched his chest and looked at my hand. "You better." I pushed him away from me. "Let's go." I walked away.
"It's that way." He pointed at the stairs at the other end of the corridor.
"Of course it is..." I whispered, following him.
We got upstairs and after a few closed doors, he opened the one to his bedroom. It looked very untidy, except for the bed which was neatly made. The bedroom was big itself; however, it wasn't a rectangle or even a square. The bed fit inside an additional part of the bedroom. On the dog bed, rested a white golden terrier that started running towards Dylan, the moment we entered the room.
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"Dobby!" He exclaimed, kneeling next to the dog.
"You did not name him after Dobby?" I kneeled next to the dog and started to pet him and ruffle behind his ears.
"Of course I did!" He laughed.
"After or before you met your sister-in-law?" I asked smiling at Dyl.
"Before." He chuckled. "You can place your things on the chair. It turns out you're staying after all..." He smirked.
"It turns out I saved your ass, that's what." I stated, laughing and doing as he said.
He got up as well and crashed on the bed. "Come here, baby girl."
"I'm only doing that because the bed seems terribly cozy." I announced, taking my heels off and crashing next to him. Dobby came after me, getting in the middle of the two of us as we would pet him. "So, what's the story behind you and You-Know-Who." I asked, raising my eyebrows and chuckling.
"Well, the Dark Lord and I are quite close... You see, both of us hate Muggles and-" He was going to finish something, but then it hit me...
"Oh my fuck!" I exclaimed, half whispering. "I have just met the Great Creater of Harry Potter!" I sat up and Dobby followed me, breathing heavily. "I met your creater, Dobby!" I exclaimed and started laughing heavily. "I think I'm going to cry!" I exclaimed happily, getting up on the bed, making a happy dance.
"You're crazy!" Dylan laughed at me, placing an arm behind his head.
I moved my body randomly as Dobby would jump up and down on the bed, barking from happiness. But, suddenly, I stopped.
"Oh my! I'm going to faint." I stated with raised eyebrows and everything went blank for some seconds, after I hit the bed.
