𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
book one of the UL series.
" admit it, you care about me. "
[completed. started editing 12/11/20. ]
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▬▬ nine;the first sign. ⋆.｡.:* ☆:**:.
THE FIRST THING she noticed was the faint music playing in the room. Her eyelids felt glued together when she tried to open them, but she soon understood that it was because of how tired she was. However, when she overcame her weakness and her eyelids opened she regretted it quickly and squeezed them together with a groan. The light was blinding.
"She's awake," said a light voice that Lauren knew belonged to her friend Hermione Granger.
"She's probably just dreaming. She still seems to be asleep," said Ronald Weasley.
"I'm. . . awake," Lauren said with a raspy and quiet morning voice. She wasn't even sure if they heard her until the nurse's pitchy voice came closer with her heels clicking against the stone floor.
"Everyone back off, she must still be having a headache." Something cold attached to her forehead and when she brought herself to open her eyes again she felt the nurse holding a package of ice against her head.
"I'm fine," groaned the girl and pushed the ice away from her.
Her brother then came forward and sat down beside her and took the ice and laid it back on her head, "don't be so stubborn."
"I'm already freezing, a package of ice will only make it worse," she protested and once again removed it from her head, and Cedric had a defeated look on his face as he sighed and stood up,
"I think I can go now, she seems to be herself."
They chuckled around her—and that's when she realized Harry Potter's presence. He was sitting next to Ron in the hospital bed beside her own. Their eyes met and Hermione and Ron fell awkwardly silent. She looked at Harry with pleading eyes and did not notice how their friends got up to leave—as well did her brother. The nurse had also left to go find something from Snape's classroom.
The boy opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off, "Harry, I'm sorry. I should've told you, I should've told all of you, but you're smart—you do realize if I told you it would've made things worse."
"Of all people you chose to be secret friends with, you chose Draco Malfoy. . . Why?"
"Why he's not as everyone thinks. You don't have to like him, but I do. . . or I did."
Harry's expression changed as he watched the girl's eyes become sad, and her head sank into the pillow. She started to tap her fingers anxiously against the other—she always did that when she was nervous, he'd seen the habit hundred of times before.
"You both looked rather upset when I found you—did you fight before I came?" Harry asked.
She looked down, "kind of. I was only worried about him, he often sneaks away and sits for himself when nobody sees him. . . But he wasn't at all happy to see that I cared about him."
