A social media fic for Harry.
That's it.
Also ik my title is very creative and smart and genius and yeah😌
The story will include swearing so read at your own risk
NO SMUT YOU HORNY FUCKERS
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE 🫵😐
Also includes my fucked up sense...
Y/n Diggory: heyyy so when are you gonna leave for detention bc I don't wanna be the only pretty one there
Barrold Pottery: are you calling me pretty?🤩
Y/n Diggory:
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Y/n Diggory: yes🥰
Barrold Pottery:😐... Barrold Pottery: I'm omw
Y/n Diggory: mmkay
IRL
Harry arrived outside of Umbridge's office, where Y/n was surprisingly early.
He gave an over exaggerated face of shock as he approached her.
"I just want this to be over with" she said.
"Understandable"
"Maybe the punishment will be just having to listen to her talk for the whole time"
"No, that would be awful" Harry quickly said.
Y/n chuckled and, all too soon, the door to Umbridge's office opened.
"Come in" she spoke in that sickly voice of hers.
"How is it possible that everything she does infuriates me?" Y/n mumbled to Harry as they walked in. He grinned and shrugged.
"Take a seat, both of you"
"Uhm, professor, I know you haven't heard, but I actually have this condition. It's with my kneecaps. See, they don't bend properly, making it nearly impossible for me to sit down" Y/n told her sincerely.
"But you were sitting in class the other day" Umbridge argued, trying to remain calm.
"It comes and goes" Y/n shrugged.
"Ms. Diggory, you will either sit down or double your detentions"
Y/n sighed and sat down, giving a dramatic wince.
"Now," Umbridge began, resuming her earlier composure, "you will both be writing some lines for me today"
Both Harry and Y/n went to grab their quills from their bags.
