𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

thirty || Year 5 ✔️

Harry was woken up by the sunlight in the Common Room, his hand still intertwined with Amelia's. He straightens up, and slowly stands up, laying Amelia down on the couch. He didn't want to wake her, and he smiles at Amelia's sleeping face. Her hair covering half of her face, her eyes closed, and her lips slightly parted. He pushes her hair, and tucked it behind her ear. Harry stares at the sleeping girl, examining her features, remembering each and every detail of her face.

"It's rude to stare, Potter." grinned Amelia, she opened her eyes.

Harry flushes red and looks away. "Sorry."

Amelia sits up, and stretches. "I...umm...thanks for staying last night."

Harry stands up, and nods at the girl. "No problem. Uhh, see you later."

"See ya." She winked. Harry looks away and ignores this feeling in his stomach. Amelia smiles, and takes her book on her hand and fiddles with the pages, unable to get his face out her head.

'Why am I feeling like this?' She thought.

You're in love, dummy. said the Tiny voice Inside her head.

No. No! She can't be! That's Harry, who likes Cho.

He likes you too, he just doesn't know it.

Mhm, no.

Amelia tries to push away the feelings, but she couldn't. Does she really like Harry? Harry? Of all people? He's her best friend for Merlins sake!

'I really need to tell someone'

Amelia groans. "I'm having a conversation with myself. Am I going mad?"

"Probably." said the sleepy voice of Hermione. Amelia jumps, and puts a hand on her heart.

"Bloody hell, Mione." breathed Amelia.

"Where were you last night?" asked Hermione.

"Here. Reading a book." replies Amelia, gesturing to her book. "I had a...nightmare."

"Oh, okay. You want to talk about it?"

"Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about." Amelia closes her book and pats the seat on the couch beside her.

"What is it?" asked Hermione, as she sits down, rubbing her eyes.

"I—" Amelia was cut off by a groan.

"Bloody hell, you two." groaned Ronald. "What are you two doing up at this time?"

"Getting ready for breakfast." replied Hermione. "Honestly, Ronald. Get dressed will you?"

"You too." huffed Ron, walking back upstairs.

Hermione turns to Amelia and gestures for her to go on. "I—"

"Good morning, people!" yelled a first year, who was going down with his friends.

"Dear, god. Can I just speak for a second?" sneered Amelia. "You know what? I'll just tell you next time."

Hermione nods and stands up, she walks upstairs. "Lets get dressed, Mia."

Amelia takes her book and blanket. "Okay."

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Amelia, Ron & Hermione  sat in the Great Hall, and Ron is reading 'How to Soar on Your OWLS' as he shovels down food at lightning speed and top volume. Hermione watches with a look somewhere between awe and disgust. Amelia just shook her head and nibbles on her toast.