𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

thirty-three || Year 5 ✔️

Amelia didn't really ignore Harry, she still spoke to him, only when he starts the conversation first. After what she saw, she didn't even bother to speak with it, unless she's with Hermione.

Hermione on the other hand was very worried for her friend. Amelia usually avoids going to the Great Hall, Hermione would usually bring her food. That only worried Ron and Harry.

"Where's Amelia?" asked Harry, worriedly as Hermione sat in front of the boys.

"In the dorm." replies Hermione.

"Why doesn't she come to the Feast anymore?" questioned Harry, sternly.

Hermione hesitates and grimaces. "I'm afraid I can't tell you."

"What? Why?" Ron's mouth was full of food as he asked.

The curly haired girl glares at him, "Amelia said I can't tell you boys."

"Ohhhh," nodded Ron, understandingly. Hermione look at him questionably. "Girl stuff. I understand. She's hitting puberty."

Hermione rolls her eyes, wanting to smack Ron. "No! She's just got a lot on her plate right now. Umbridge is literally keeping a watchful eye on her."

"Right." nodded Ron.

Harry didn't look convinced. He really wanted to know why she was crying a few nights ago.

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Amelia walked in the Hallway, holding her books in her head as she bites the inside of her lips in thought. It was a weekend, some people are out in Hogsmeade and she didn't want to go. Harry's probably having his date with Cho, and she didn't want to see that.

She was cut off with her thoughts when she bumped into someone, making her fall. Her books dropped with a thump and she was caught by someone, who grabbed her on her wrist to stop her from falling.

"Amelia!" smiled Dean, "Forgive me."

"It's all right." She smiled, picking up her books and standing back up.

"You still want to go that Hogsmeade trip?" He asks, "I was looking for you."

Amelia shrugged, "I don't know..."

"Come on, it's not a date or anything." He smiled, "Just figured you and I can be good friends."

Not a date or anything.

Amelia smirked and nodded. "Fine then, Three Broomsticks? I'll meet you there later. I just need to grab my things."

"Sure." Dean smiled and walked away. Amelia needed to revenge, and she overheard Ron and Harry last night that Harry needs to prepare for some sort of "date".

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She walked out of the castle, putting her hands inside her pockets as she walks to Hogsmeade and into The Three Broomsticks. She looks around for Harry and Cho, spotted them at the corner of the room, both looking very awkward.

Amelia narrowed her eyes, sat down to where Dean was and thankfully, Harry can see them.

"So what exactly do you want to know about me?" asked Amelia, "There's nothing else you need to know about me, really."

"I'm sure there is." He shrugged, "Oh, I've already ordered a butterbeer for you."

"Thanks." She smiled, and looked at Harry who was still talking to Cho, obviously not realising that Amelia is there. She cursed to herself and turned to Dean. "Listen, Dean. I really need your help."