Written In The Stars IV -[Harry Potter xF!Oc]

Chapter Eighteen: Dragons.

"Are you dating the french boy?"

"What?" 

Lavender and Parvati giggled.

"Are you dating that French boy?" Parvati repeated.

"No! He's Erick Flint's cousin, he just likes to hang around..." Mel blushed.

"Right," Lavender smirked, "then why Susan Bones saw you holding hands?"

"I was guiding him!"

"Couldn't he walk on his own?"

"I was being polite!" The girl got up from her bed in a hurry. "C'mon, do you really think an older boy would be interested in dating me?"

"He's not the only one trying to catch your eye, is he?"

Mel laughed nervously. "What'd you mean?"

"Victor Krum spends a lot of time in the library–"

"Some girls have seen him wandering around near you and Granger, he's obviously trying to get your attention, Mel!"

At that, Mel did let out a genuine laugh.

"That guy can barely see where he's walking! Look, I have to go back to the common room to finish my schoolwork, but I can assure you I'm not dating any guy."

"What's stopping you?"

"Yeah, what's stopping you?" Lavender pressed on.

"Don't say you've got a crush on one of your friends– they're so childish!"

"All the boys in our year are so silly," Lavender rolled her eyes.

"The twins are cute, though..." Parvati mentioned.

"Oh, the Weasleys?" Lavender let out a giggle. "You can't say no to that, Mel. Admit it, you think they're cute!"

"Girls!" Mel avoided their eyes, fearing that they could guess what was going through her head. "Don't insist, you won't get answers..."

The girl rushed out before they could stop her, she wasn't ready yet, the only time she'd gotten anywhere close to confessing her feelings was last year, and she'd let it slip on accident.

At eleven, while Harry was away with Hagrid, Mel sat down with Ron and Neville to help them get through their homework, she kept looking nervously at the door wondering when Harry would go back when Ron spoke up.

"Where is he?"

"Huh?" She asked, clearly not paying attention.

"You know, him."

"Why do you care?"

"Well, it's almost midnight."

"You're dead worried about his safety or something?" Mel raised a brow.

"You're dead worried," He replied sharply. "You've been staring at the portrait hole for ages, that's why I'm asking."

"Sorry if I'm a little distracted, in case you forgot, the first task is in two days and we know absolutely nothing, for all I know, this could be one of the last times I get to spend time with my best friend."

"Don't be dramatic, you heard Dumbledore! They changed the rules, they won't put him against anything deathly–"

"Sure they won't," Mel gave him a sceptical look, "...and just so you know, it's a porcupine, not a..." She leaned forward to read his parchment. "Pork-cupine."

"I'm done," Ron sighed, folding his parchment after correcting what she'd said. "Neville?"

"I think so," The boy looked up. "Thank you, Mel."