My Damned Lover: Third Year

Chapter 7

Thanks to Hermione, Seraphina woke up on time and made it to breakfast.

 "Good morning," Harry greeted. 

"Good morning," Seraphina replied. 

"Ah! The log speaks!" Ron guffawed. 

Seraphina chucked a muffin at him as she sat down next to Hermione. 

"Someone got off on the wrong side of bed," Ron muttered. 

"Ron, I'm feeling exceptionally generous today, so I'll let you choose. Should I stab your forehead with my fork, or hex your ass so you stay as a toad for the next week?" Seraphina glowered at him while clenching her fork. 

"I prefer the first. It's much more amusing." 

"Shut up, Harry!" 

Hermione and Harry burst into laughter, while Ron stuffed his face with a muffin. 

Thought so, Seraphina thought as she used her fork to scoop some eggs from her plate. She was into a few bites of a breakfast when screeches suddenly filled the air. 

"The owls," Hermione pointed out. 

"Please don't send me a howler. Please don't send me a howler. Please don't send me a howler," Ron muttered with eyes closed and fingers crossed. 

Seraphina spotted Pigmy and held out her hands. A parcel dropped into her hands, and she smiled at the address. Dad. She pulled out the letter first and saw the signed permission form for Hogsmeade behind it.

Dear Seraphina,

I always feel like we're back in medieval times when I write to you. You should try asking your headmaster if you can have e-mails. @hogwarts.com sounds like a great idea to me. Anyways, I have signed your permission form like you wanted. Will any magical boys be going with you? If so, please kindly send me back the permission form or tear it up right this moment. I hope you're having a great time at school. I miss you. 

Love, Dad

P.S. I sent you a special gift from home, just in case you were feeling homesick.

A gift? Seraphina sat up with anticipation and dumped the content of the box. Her mouth fell open as her old posters and photo cards of Justin Bieber and Shawn Mendes spread across the table. 

"What's that?" 

"Who are those boys?" 

"Are those Seraphina's boyfriends?" 

Hermione and Harry laughed while Ron gave Seraphina a quizzical look. He was absolutely clueless about the muggle world.

 "Yes, those are her boyfriends," Harry explained to the crowd next to them. "But keep it a secret. Because they don't know she's dating both of them." 

"Harry Potter, you give that back," Seraphina hissed as she snatched the photo of Shawn Mendes from him. She went around collecting evidence of her past fangirling and realized one of them was missing. Crap! Where's that shirtless Justin Bieber one? She saw it on the floor and scrambled to retrieve it.

 Just then, someone's shoes came within sight, and she looked up. The color drained from her face when she locked eyes with Draco. He raised a curious eyebrow and slid his gaze to the photo.

 Seraphina snatched it up and ran past him. She was going to ignite these photos on fire. 

Where did dad even find them? I think I put them in the basement. Oh my god. Don't tell me he went through all that junk just to embarrass me. Knowing him, I bet he did this on purpose so no "magical boys" will come near me. Well, that did the trick because NO boy will even want to touch me with a wand now!