What a Melody || Harry Potter x Reader || COMPLETED

Chapter 23

"Hey Harry." Hermione slides next to him.

He's in a compartment at the moment, school was over. The Hogwarts Express was supposed to leave soon. He had got on as early as possible, wanting to be alone.

He hates the pitiful stares. The ones his friends send him.

Even now in this compartment, Hermione looks at him as if he's fragile and can break at any moment, shatter.

Ron walks in, "ey arah." His mouth is stuffed with food, practically overfilling with it.

Harry worries for a moment that it might fall out.

And then with one disgusted look towards Ron from Hermione, he swallows it.

"Sorry." He looks like a kicked puppy.

"Well, with everything that has happened this ye-" he glares at her and she stops and lets out a sigh, "alright. I just wanted to know if you want me to still come over."

"What are you talking about?" He asks, confused as to why she's offering to come over in the middle of summer.

Does she know where I live?

He wouldn't put it past her to know that in all honesty. It is Hermione after all.

"About y/n, was it? You wanted to ask her out... since she's possibly your soulmate."

Realization dawns on his face. Right, he had almost forgotten about that.

But as soon as he'd have seen her, he probably would've remembered.

And then freak out.

And then he would've sent a letter to Hermione.

So thank god she reminded him and spared him that awkward situation. Then again, there will be plenty more uncomfortable times with her to make up for it. Every single one of their interactions so far had been awkward.

"Yeah, sorry I guess it slipped my mind."

That pity look comes back.

"So do you want me to come over?"

"Yeah, sure. Maybe later in the summer though. Not right away. Well not too late in the summer, but not too early either. But not in the middle, more like in the middle of the middle and the beginning but in the middle of that."

She stares at him for a second, "okay... I'll send you a letter a few days prior and make sure my owl lands at least a day before so you can prepare."

"Thanks."

"What about me?" Ron asks.

"I could probably use your help too."

"How would Ronald help?"

Hurt flashes in his eyes for a split second, but it's gone just as quickly as it came.

"I can offer moral support."

Harry snorts lightly, "I could definitely use that." Ron seems relieved by the lack of sarcasm in his voice.