𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 a draco malfoy fanfiction [✓]

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( OCK - you - liss    reh - PAH - roy )

" to repair glasses "

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HARRY HAD SPENT the past week exclusively with Lyra or Hermione. The former had become an owl between Harry and Ron during their period of silence — which swiftly ended when Lyra exploded at Ron on accident.

Harry and Lyra were hidden away in the library, finishing a nine foot essay for Professors Moody. Mad-eye still had an odd fascination with both Harry and Lyra, the girl assumed it was because they sat beside each other. However, whenever she spotted Mad-eye he would always share an unnerving glance with her.

"You believe me, don't you?" Harry whined, "I didn't put my name into that death trap."

Lyra dropped her quill into the communal pot of ink. "Harry, I know you'd never do something like that." She smiled, squeezing his arm affectionately.

The two shared a friendly smile before turning back to their almost completed essay. Lyra occasionally chewed on the end of her quill, which left her sputtering out small broken feathers.

Harry listened to her mutter under her breath, but only when she didn't understand something. She would whisper it over and over until she understood. Her wand was holding her ginger hair in a haphazard bun that was close to unraveling.

"Sunshine." A voice called from behind her.

Lyra span around sharply, her glasses slid from her face onto the stone ground. Her wand rattled alongside them. She snatched her glasses from the floor, murmuring "Oculus Reparo."

Fred Weasley stood with a smug smile on his face, waving Lyra wand in the air. She rose from her seat with a disapproving stare as she tried to stop her lips from curling into a grin.

"Ready, Fred?" George asked with a wink.

"Ready, George!"

The pair set off running from the library, Lyra wand aloft in Fred's grip. Lyra gave Harry a tight lipped smile and took off after the twins.

Her heavy footfalls resonated through the stone corridors. Lyra only made it down three corridors before completing giving up. She harshly sucking in deep breaths. She could hear George calling her name in the distance — or maybe it was Fred.

Lyra pushes herself onto the window ledge and watched passing students. Three large, muscular and somewhat frightening men were cheering on Victor Krum — who was heading towards her.

"Hello again." He smiled confidently.

"Hi." Lyra said after an awkward silence, "Do you need something?"

The older student reached for Lyra's hand and brought it to his lips. Her face flushed at the contact, but she wasn't drooling like any other girl would be. She politely took her hand from his grip and settled it in her lap.

"Will you show me the grounds, pretty girl?" He flirted, winking at her.

Lyra blinked at him silently, calculating her reply. She adorned a coy smile which seemed to impress the Quidditch player. Lyra twirled a strand of her hair like Pansy Parkinson would when she saw Draco.