They both knew that to love would be to lose their minds.
"Even if - for some crazy reason - we aren't romantically entwined anymore, I'll still repair your broken pieces when you shatter."
The constellation that tells the love story of Harry James...
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"𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑯 𝑨 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬?"
THE next day, Harry met Y/n, Ron, and Hermione in the common room after he was discharged from the hospital wing. Hermione and Ron were playing a game of Wizard's Chess on the rectangular coffee table while Y/n was half hanging off of the couch whilst reading a book.
Y/n was the only one who didn't greet him when he joined them; she was too invested in her book to even notice that Harry arrived, and Harry smiled at that as he purposely threw himself next to her. Y/n smacked her teeth, an angry expression on her face as she looked up from her book.
"Why would you do that?" Y/n was bothered by the fact she couldn't find the comfortable position she was in before.
"Well hello to you, too." Harry smiled. "Your house elf visited me last night. Apparently, he was the one who stopped Ron and me from getting through the barrier to the platform, and he was the one behind the rogue bludger."
"You're looking at me like I sent him on you." Y/n furrowed her brows. "Do you think I sent him to you, Potter?" She asked.
"Of course not." Harry shook his head. "But...do you think someone from your family might've done it?" Harry asked reluctantly.
"They're...not my family anymore," Y/n mumbled, meeting Harry's eyes with her own.
Then, she got upset. Why would Harry tell her about the things he assumes are her "family's" doing? She's told the three of them numerous times to not associate herself with them.
"If you want to run a full investigation on "my family," go ahead, but don't you ever come to me with questions about their doings." Y/n stood up, quickly grabbing her book, note tabs, and pencil. She nodded to Ron and Hermione goodbye before leaving the common room.
"Harry, mate, you're terrible with women." Ron chuckled, to which Hermione elbowed him.
"Not all women," Harry said, annoyed. "Just that woman; she's very difficult to have a civilized conversation with sometimes."
Harry heard Hermione mumble something under her breath along the lines of it definitely not being Y/n's fault. "I beg your pardon?"
"Not the matter. How do you expect to ask Y/n anything about the chamber if you can't even talk to her without starting an argument lately?" Hermione scoffed.
"Oh yeah? How about you try then? You'll see what a piece of work she is."
"I will try," Hermione said, standing up with her Potions book in her arms. "And, for the record, you are terrible with women." She angrily walked back up to the girl's dormitory.
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The dueling club was a group that Lockhart suggested take place due to the recent events that had been happening recently in the very walls of the castle. Everyone was to attend.
