Harry Potter One Shots

Do you think I'm mean? // h.g.

summary — a silly little conversation between two girls, a gryffindor and a slytherin, who are madly in love with each other and too scared to admit it. | slytherin!reader |

word count — 2.7k

warnings — some insecurities, reader fears being too mean.

a/n — this is the most self indulgent fic I've ever written and also one of my favorites :)

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Y/N trudged through the corridor rather fiercely, a gaggle of students fleeing from her path at the sight of the emerald green tie hanging from her neck; a pattern she'd gotten used to at Hogwarts, one that never failed even up to her sixth year. She never questioned why they did so, she reckoned her house gave her that much of a reputation others didn't want to question. And while she wasn't a 'pureblood nutter', as Ron Weasley called him, like Draco, she certainly had her fair share of a slytherin temper that gave her her very own reputation to be feared.

She heard their whispers and saw their averted gazes, and while most would assume a slytherin like herself would revel in the power held over those who feared her, it made her ultimately feel quite lonely. That is a slytherin's biggest fear, after all.

As the heels of her boots clicked against the tile flooring, she passed a group of gryffindors she recognized at Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom.

"Broke any noses today, have you, Y/L/N?"

She stopped in her tracks at the sound of Seamus's teasing voice. As she turned to face him, Dean stood beside him with a pair of pursed lips, stepping back to stand beside Neville as Y/N stepped forward.

"Not yet, would you like to be the first, Finnegan?" She quipped.

Seamus's sickly, teasing grin fell as his hands swiped down the front of his gryffindor sweater. Dean held his fist over his mouth to keep his laughter in while nudging Neville in the ribs, who only gave Y/N an apologetic smile from behind the other two gryffindors.

As she deemed their conversation over, she turned on her heel and began on her trip down the corridor again, but just as she almost inhaled a fresh breath, the voice rang out behind her again.

"I was only joking, you don't have to be so mean," Seamus snorted, "Sure you aren't related to Malfoy?"

She felt the imprint of her nails digging into her palm, but she sighed at the initial, aching pulse of a headache forming and trudged on.

It wasn't often comments like that got to her, after all he was only reacting off of her. She was witty and quick tempered, and she didn't tolerate the low quips from boys her age. It was true, the way her fellow students looked at her did lower her self esteem, but she mended her ego by surrounding herself with friends she knew knew her best.

She rejoined her original path out to the black lake, where her study group awaited her. A small group of girls with sharp minds like her own, Cho Chang, Lavender Brown, and Hermione Granger. It was truly her favorite part of the day. The girls were the closest thing she had to a real friend group, and while she knew they each had their own house mates and friends to return to, she still cherished their moments as if they all valued them the same.

As she exited the castle, a warm gust of wind brushed through her hair, and as she squinted against the warm sunlight, she spotted the three girls waiting for her by their regular spot under a willow tree. Clutching her books in her hand, she made her way towards the other girls.

"There she is!" Lavender cheered at the sight of her slytherin friend. Cho and Hermione perked up at Lavender's words, turning just as Y/N took a seat on the checkered blanket beside Hermione.