"Why do you keep looking at me?" Y/N finally asked, her eyes still focused on the book in her hands.
Hermione's voice was gentle as she replied, "I like looking at you."
"Yeah?" Y/N asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hermione nodded, he...
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Y/N sat in Lockhart's dimly lit classroom, her wrist aching from having to spend detention with the narcissistic professor due to the trouble she caused on the trip.
"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," Lockhart's voice exclaimed with an exaggerated flair. "Can you possibly imagine a better way to serve detention than by helping me answer my fanmail?" He said, oozing self-confidence. Y/N placed her phone down with a sigh, the sound of Lockhart's quill scratching on parchment filling the room.
"Yeah, because I just love reading love letters from middle-aged women obsessed with you," Y/N replied sarcastically.
Lockhart chuckled. "Ah, you remind me of myself when I was young—bright and sarcastic. That's probably why I was such a hit with the ladies." He grinned. "I assume young men flock around you like moths to a flame?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"No," Y/N deadpanned.
Lockhart leaned in, a charming smile on his face. "Oh, really? I'd say it's that captivating personality of yours. And you do have a very pretty face, you know?" he commented.
"You're a creep," Y/N shot back.
Lockhart chuckled again. "Just speaking the truth, my dear," he said in his usual la-di-da tone, twirling his quill in his hand. "Fame is a fickle friend, Y/N. Celebrity is as celebrity does," he said sternly, Y/N couldn't take him seriously. "Remember that," he whispered.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, her head tilting sideways as she scratched her neck, a faint, eerie voice passing by her ears.
"Come," it whispered, sending shivers down her spine. "Come... to... me..."
"What was that?" Y/N murmured, her eyes darting around the dimly lit room.
"Sorry?" Lockhart spoke up, clearly perplexed by her sudden reaction.
