is that all i am to you? (harry potter x reader)

"let me go"

•••3rd pov•••

y/n woke up just before breakfast was ending, dreading the day ahead of her she doesn't spend too much time getting ready. she threw on a pair of black jeans along with a black long-sleeve turtleneck. quickly throwing in their robes before grabbing her back and heading to the great hall

just as they arrived, people were leaving and heading to their classes. just as they were about to turn around and head to their first class, hermione grabs her arm, the arms that had the writing on it. y/n forces herself not to let out a yelp in pain, and tries to act normal

"y/n, why weren't you at breakfast?" hermione practically yells as she dropped her arm and reached into her bag

"i woke up late"

"well you can't go around on an empty stomach" she handed y/n an apple and a banana "i didn't know what you'd want so i grabbed both

they exchanged smiles before they both parted ways to their classes

••••••

two more classes. muggle studies then defense against the dark arts. y/n thought to herself before she felt hands over her eyes

"guess who?" the voice from behind her said

"i don't know and i don't really care"

"gotta say i'm quite hurt" the voice said sarcastically. y/n turned around to see none other than george weasley

"sorry i'm just, not myself today"

"i can tell. how about you come to the celebration after quidditch game tonight"

"i wish. i have detention again, if i get out early and it's still going, maybe i'll make an appearance"

"that's what i like to hear, i'll catch you later l/n" y/n shakes her head laughing as george ran to his next class.

••••••
(detention)

"you're early miss l/n" umbridge turned to see y/n standing at the door

"well i had nothing else to do, and i'm only ten minutes early" the girl made her way to the stool by the edge of the desk before picking up the quill "the same words?"

"yes" umbridge let out flatly

i must not tell lies

i must not tell lies

y/n kept writing, feeling the words going higher on her arm. before they could continue, the door swung open, catching both y/n and professor umbridge by surprise. they both look and see professor snape standing there

"i'm sorry to interrupt but i will be pulling miss y/n out of detention early." snape said blankly

umbridge looked between the two, raising an eyebrow. she soon agreed but then told the two detention tomorrow would be extended. y/n let out a sigh before leaving with professor snape

"i swear whatever it is i didn't do it. is this about my grade? i promise i'll pick it up, i'm just not good at-"

"you're not in trouble. roll up your sleeve" snape cut the girl off reaching into his pocket for something

"what-why?" y/n questioned

"potter told me what that quill of hers does. now give me your arm"

y/n hesitatingly rolled their sleeve up, revealing basically her whole arm covered in the words 'i must not tell lies' snape took a few drops of whatever was in the vial he brought. the wounds closed, though, it didn't burn nor hurt, you can still see the scars. the professor examined the girls arm