Obsessed

𝓅𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝑜

FIRST PERSON
"I saw him." Harry told me as soon as we sat down at the table in the Great Hall, "I followed him but, he got away somehow."

"Worth a try." I shrugged.

Harry looked at me with twisted brows, "Are you against me hurting him? Because no matter what you say, I'm going to do it. He deserves to be harmed-"

"Oh, no. Please, hurt him all you want." I scoffed, "I just.. didn't know what to respond."

"Typical Y/N." Harry pinched my cheek.

I moved his hand away in discomfort, remembering how William always did the same thing. I laughed to cover the awkwardness but, Harry had already caught on.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't know." Harry whispered to make sure Hermione and Ron didn't hear him.

"Kind of why I'm not fond of facial touching," I chuckled under my breath, "That and your hands are always cold."

"I can never tell when you're being serious." Harry smiled and sat his potions book on the table.

"That's always the plan." I mumbled.

Harry placed his hand on my shoulder, "I'll be sure not to touch your face again."

"Hold on now- I never said that." I made clear, "I allow it in some situations if you haven't noticed." I voiced before looking down at his hand placement, "Now this," I pushed his hand off my shoulder, "This I don't allow."

"He did that too?" Harry knotted his brows.

"No," I shook my head, "Placing your hand on someone's shoulder is just creepy in general."

"Noted." Harry looked down at his book.

"Stop it, Ron," I overheard Hermione say, "You're making it snow." She looked up as snow started to fall on the table.

Ron turned to her, "Tell me how I broke up with Lavender again."

"Erm, well-"

"Just let me tell it-"

"She came to visit you in the hospital." Hermione cut me off with a glare, "And you.. talked."

"Tell him what he said." I smiled excitedly.

"Anyway, I don't think it was a particularly long conversation." Hermione ignored what I said.

I rolled my eyes and looked down at Harry's hand that was rubbing against the pages of the book. 'The things I'd-'

"Don't get me wrong," Ron interrupted my thought, "I'm bloody thrilled to be shot of her. It's just she seems a bit put out."

Harry and I looked over our shoulders to see he meant. Lavender was angrily holding her spoon against the table, her face wet from tears. She uncomfortably shifted because of the eyes she received, so we turned back around.

"Yes, she does, doesn't she?" Hermione answered with a small grin, "You say you don't remember anything from that night? Anything at all?"

Harry continued reading his book just as Ron answered, "There is something.." He looked off into the distance, then it went silent.

"Well?" I impatiently persuaded him to go on.

"But it can't be." He turned to Hermione and glanced at me, "I was completely boggled, wasn't I?"

"Right." Hermione giggled with him, "Boggled."

Harry and I turned to each other, smirking before glancing at them, then back at each other again, "Interesting." I looked away.