𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

thirty-five || Year 5 ✔️

Harry and Amelia went back to Common Room, when they entered they saw Ron and Hermione sitting on the couch, talking. Amelia and Harry shares a look and they let go of each other's hand.

Harry clears his throat, making Ron and Mione look their way. "Ah. There you are, you two all right?" asked Hermione.

"Fine." Harry and Amelia replied in unison, their eyes met and they quickly looked away, turning bright red.

Hermione and Ron share a quick glance and Hermione shrugs. "Where've you two been, huh?" asked Ron, smirking.

Amelia narrows her eyes at the ginger haired boy. "I'm going to bed, night." said Amelia, walking up the stairs happily.

"Night." chirped Harry, Hermione lifts a brow and follows Amelia up to the room.

Hermione obviously knew something was going on by the looks of it. "Mia..."

"Yes, Mione?" Amelia lifts a brow, looking at Hermione smiling.

"What got you all smily?" smirked Hermione, teasingly.

"Nothing." The short haired girl quickly answered. "I'm just happy. That's all."

"After I just saw you and Harry enter the room holding each other's hand?" Hermione's playful smirk grew wider.

Amelia felt her cheeks heat up, "Uh-I-uhhh-"

Hermione chuckled. "Did you do it?"

"Do what? Ew, Mione—"

"Did you kiss him?" whispered Hermione, giggling, smiling madly.

"Mhm..."hummed Amelia, as she sits on her bed, she takes her wand and with a simple spell, her robes turned into her pyjamas. "Lets not talk about this now. Please."

The curly haired girl giggled and nods, "Okay, okay."

"Stop giggling!" scolded Amelia, who's looking like a tomato by now.

Hermione shakes her head, "Never."

"Ugh!" Amelia pulls her blanket over her head, and after a long silence she heard Hermione speak.

"Night, Mia." She giggled, again.

"Night." Amelia rolls her eyes. "You better shut your mouth or I'll be forced to hex you."

Hermione chuckles and lays down on her bed. Amelia lets out a deep breath and closes her eyes, sleep overcoming her. She fell into a dream. A happy one.

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The Quartet are currently walking down the bridge, but sopped by the sight of Hagrid peering in form the forest end of the bridge, his face scratched and bruised and his eyes were red from crying.

"Hagrid...?" called Harry.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Amelia.

They were in the Forbidden Forest, following Hagrid through the mist, leering nervously around them at a wild, primeval part of the forest.