Me, Harry and Ron left the common room after doing whatever homework we had gotten (mostly all from Snape). We headed up the Gryffindor tower when we heard angry outbursts.
"Thats Filtch." Harry muttered. We ran up the stairs and paused, out of sight, listening hard.
"Even more work for me! Mopping all night, like I haven't got enough to do! This is the final straw, I'm going to Dumbledore..." his footsteps receeded like his hairline and we heard a distant door slam shut.
"You don't think someone else has been attacked do you?" Asked Ron tensely. We ignored him as we found ourselves in the same spot Mrs Norris had been attacked. I saw what Filtch was moaning about. The corridor had been flooded and it looked as though it was coming from Myrtles bathroom. We could hear Myrtles wails echoing off the bathroom walls as we approached it.
"What's up with her now?" I sighed. "Lets go and see." Harry replied. We trudged through the soaking hall. We entered the bathroom, ignoring the out of order sign. Myrtle was crying louder and harder than ever before (if that is even possible)
She seemes to be hiding down her usual toilet. The candles had been extinguished leaving the room in darkness.
"What's up, Myrtle!" Harry started. "Who's that? Come to throw something else at me?" Glugged Myrtle miserably.
"Why would someone throw something at you?" Harry asked. "Don't ask me!" She peeked her head out of the toilet and gave me a death glare.
"It was you wasn't it." She moaned. "Me!?" I said defensively. Why would she thi... oh shit.
"You swore at me! For making fun of your friend!" Ok maybe it made sense why she would think it was me.
"We've been with y/n the whole time. He didn't throw anything at you. Besides, it can't hurt you. It would go right through you." Harry said reasonably, but I don't think Myrtle appreciated his choice of words.
Myrtle came out and shreiked. "Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she cant feel anything! Ten point for her stomach! Fifty for her head! Hahahaha well I don't thinks that's fun."
"Charmer." I whispered to Harry to which he muttered "says the one who swore at her."
"Who threw it at you?" Harry inquired. "I don't know. I was sitying in the U-bend thinking about death when it fell through my head. It's over there, it got washed out." Harry looked under the sink where Myrtle was pointing. A small thin book la there. It had a shabby cover and was as wet as everything else in the bathroom.
Harry stepped forward to pick it up before Ron stopped him. "Are you mad, it could be dangerous."
"It's a book Ron don't worry." I said to him as Harry picked it up. The name on it read T.M. Riddle. "I know that name. He got an award for special services to the school fifty years ago. I saw it when Filtch made me polish his shield about fifty times.
Harry peeled it open and it was completely blank. The back vover had 'Vauxhall Road London' written on the back. "Must've been a muggle born." Harry said. "Well it's not much use to you. Y/n, fifty point's if you can get it through Myrtles nose, consider its quidditch practice." Ron said enthusiastically. "Deal!" I whispered happily before Harry pocketed the book.
Hermione left the hospital wing, de-whiskered, tail-less and fur-free at the beginning of Febury. She took great interest in T.M. Riddles diary. She theorized that the special service he did for the school was catching the heir of Slytherin fifty years ago when the chamber was first opened, which was a good theory, but without anything written in the diary, there was no proof.
It had been a few days since we had discovered the 'diary' if you could even call it that, and Harry just wouldn't throw it away. Even though the diary was clearly blank, Harry just kept absent-mindedly picking it uo and turning the pages.
Hope began to return to Hogwarts, there had been no more attacks since the ones on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, and Madam Pomfrey was glad to report the the Mandrakes were becoming moody and secretive, meaning that they were fast leaving childhood.
The only negative thing about the attacks stopping was Lockhart somehow convincing himself that it was him who stopped the attacks.
"The culprit must have known it was only a matter of time before I caught them. The school needs a morale booster..." Lockhart announced to the teachers. It was unclear what he meant at first by a morale booster, but at breakfast time on February the fourteenth.
Me and Harry hadn't had much sleep recently because of late running Quidditch practice, and we hurried into the Great Hall slightly late. For a moment I though we walked into the wrong room. The walls were covered in large, lurid pink flowers. Pink heart shaped confetti fell from the pale blue ceiling.
Me and Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table where I peeled confetti off my bacon.
"What the fuck is this?" I said slightly amused. Ron just pointed to the teachers table apparently too disgusted to speak. Lockhart, wearing pink robes to match the decorations. The teachers on either side on him were looking stony faced. Lockhart waved for silence and shouted
"Happy Valentines day! And may I thank the forty six people who have so far sent me cards. The surprise doesn't end here though." He clapped his hands and out walked a dozen surly looking dwarves all wearing golden wings and carrying harps.
"My friendly, card carrying cupids!" Beamed Lockhart "they will be roving around the school today delivering your Valentines." Suddenly I felt a large amount of eyes look in my direction.
We left the Hall and I turned to Hermione and smirked "You were one of the fourty six who gave Lockhart a card weren't you?" I sqid teasingly, she just ignored me.
The entire day was torture. Dwarves constantly chasing me singing embarrising songs about how someone I don't know has a crush on me. Everywhere I went girls would start giggling to eachother. I welcomed the attention at first, but as the day dragged on it just got old and embarrising and Hermione really didn't seem to enjoy seeing all the attention I was getting which was weird.
In the common room, Dean and the Weasley twins recited many of the poems written about me which as you could probably guess, was the most annoying thing ever.
Everyone was clearing off to their rooms, and I was about to go to bed before a voice called my name.
"Um... Y/n could I speak to you for a second?" Hermione asked timidly.
"Yeah absoloutley." I replied walking towards her, the common room was completely empty apart from the two of us.
"I never got a chance to thank you." She said. "Thank me for what." I replied in a confused tone.
"For helping comfort me in the bathroom and keeping me company in the hospital wing when you didn't have to, and for giving me notes from classes I missed." She spurted out rapidly.
"Hey you don't have to thank me for that, you're my best friend, you would do the same for me." I said back to her. She gave a... strangely cute giggle and planted a kiss on my cheek before running back to her room. My face immediatly lit up and burned. Her lips felts soft on my cheek.... wait why am I talking like this. I don't have a crush on her do I?
I went up to my room only to see Harry, Ron, Seamus and Neville all grinning at me. "Hello there." Ron said trying to hold back his laughter.
"You look really red y/n, it can't be that hot in here." Seamus said, and like Ron he was struggling to hold back laughter. I ignored them all and tried to go to sleep, which was hard, I just kept thinking about the kiss Hermione gave my cheek and trying to figure out if I did have a crush on her.
I managed to put it to the back of my mind and before I went to sleep Harry got out of bed, I don't know why but I'll just leave him be. It's been a strange, strange day.
Sorry I was a day late with this one, I've been getting ass loads of work from school. I've been trying to get updates out every Saturday but that's been hard. I will still try and do it but don't be surprised if Im late with and update. I hope you guys have enjoyed the story so far.
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