friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

THIRTY-FIVE.

SCOTLAND, HOGWARTS CASTLE. THE GREAT HALL.

"Hi Harry," Padma and Parvati Patil walked by with linked arms and Harry nodded back. Hermione was sitting next to y/n who had her head resting against her arms pressed against the wooden table, not exactly hungry for breakfast, and decided to get a bit more sleep instead of eating.

Her heart was still broken, even after a week, she believed at this point she'd be over that stupid ginger who broke up with her but yet she was still sulking as he sat with Angelina Johnson not giving a crap for what she felt.

She opened her eyes and watched Harry spill his drink when trying to smile to Cho Chang, forgetting the pumpkin juice sitting in his mouth. Y/n rolled her eyes, shoving her face into her arms.

"Look at this!" Hermione huffed, slamming the prophet against the table, it alarmed Ron from his breakfast, Harry who was cleaning himself up and y/n lifted her head and slouched to the prophet, watching the photo move continuously repeat Harry and Hermione hugging in a heart shaped frame, text all around the two wrote: "Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report is none other than Bulgarian bonbon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potters taking the latest emotional blow," Hermione announced, looking up to the boys and y/n who lazily shook her hands, like jazz hands.

"What, no way!" She spoke sarcastically, slamming her head into her arms again.

"Parcel for you Mr. Weasley," a first year strawberry blonde boy walked to the four teenagers spot. A cardboard box passed into Rons hands.

"Aw, thanks Nigel," he told him, the boy didn't leave, he stood and stared at Harry, smiling as if he'd won a trophy. Hermione cleared her throat, y/n looked up with questionable brows. "Not now, Nigel, go on," he bothered the first year as he huffed leaving the teens alone.

"Care to explain?" Y/n mumbled loudly for Ron to hear.

"I told him I'd get Harry's autograph," he huffed, y/n lazily lifted her hand to hold her head against her wrist. "Oh look mum sent me something!" He announced, almost ripping the box apart like it was Christmas Day.

It was a long dress coat but looked as if it's been through some rough years, it had red frills that had lost its brightness and turned into a bleak orange ran from the top of the collar, down to the bottom of his chest plate and around the collar, his face immediately turned upwards.

"Mum sent me a dress," he said, Harry chuckled.

"Well it does match your eyes, is there a bonnet?" He asked, searching the box and raised a waistcoat placing it against Rons chest. "Aha!" He announced, both Hermione and Ron chuckled but y/n only raised a small smile.

"Pull those down, Harry," Ron shoved his hand and headed to Ginnys spot, she was talking to a dirty blonde girl, who seemed to be in ravenclaw. "Ginny, these must be for you," he said, the dress coat still up against him.

"I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly," Ginny announced, looking at the dress coat up and down, Ron furrowed his brows and turned back to his friends, students giggling across the Great Hall.

"What are you on about?" He asked his sister and mates who were giggling.

"They're not for Ginny," Hermione spoke, a wide smile against her face. "They're for you," she added and half of the Gryffindor table laughed, Ron scrunched up his face. "Dress robes," she added.