❝ you shouldn't have come after me first. after all, i'm kimberly snape ❞
❝ you really love that line, don't you? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 🦅🪄-
𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗬 doesn't remember anything
that happened before she opened her
eyes at Hagrid's cabin and sta...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 023. aragog ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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Harry and Ron approached Snape's quarters, the heavy wooden door looming before them. They exchanged nervous glances before Harry raised his hand and knocked firmly. The sound echoed through the corridor, amplifying their anxiety.
After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Kimberly standing inside. Her eyes met theirs. "Ready to go to Hagrid's?" Kimberly asked, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.
Harry and Ron nodded, visibly relieved to see her. "We need to get there quickly. Are you sure you want to come?" Harry asked.
Kimberly stepped fully into the corridor, her expression resolute. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure," she replied firmly. "You're not leaving me out of this.
Ron gave her a wary look but said nothing, and Harry nodded again, accepting her resolve without further argument. With one last check to ensure they weren't being watched, the trio pulled the Invisibility Cloak tighter around themselves and moved swiftly toward Hagrid's hut. The castle was eerily quiet, save for the occasional patrol of a Prefect.
Harry knocked on the door, and they all held their breath, waiting. "Who's there?" Hagrid's voice called out, tinged with anxiety. He opened the door, peering into the darkness but likely unable to see them due to the cloak. "Hello? Anyone there?" he asked, his voice growing louder.
Finally, the three of them removed the cloak, revealing themselves. Hagrid's eyes widened, and he lowered his crossbow, though he still looked on edge.
"What's that for?" Harry asked, nodding toward the crossbow. "Oh, nothing," Hagrid replied quickly, his voice unsteady. "I-I was just expecting... Ah, it doesn't matter. Come in, come in. I just made a pot of tea." He gestured them inside, still visibly shaken. As he poured the tea, his hands trembled so badly that the liquid began to overflow.
"Hagrid, are you okay?" Harry asked, concern evident in his voice.
"I'm fine, I'm alright," Hagrid insisted, though his unsteady hands betrayed his nerves. He poured the tea into the cups, trying to compose himself.
"Let me help you," Kimberly offered, taking the pot and carefully re-pouring the tea into the cups.
Hagrid looked at her, his eyes softening with a mixture of gratitude and discomfort. "Thanks, Kimberly," he muttered, his voice quieter than usual. "Just... a bit distracted, that's all."
Kimberly handed Harry and Ron their cups before sitting back down. "Distracted is one way to put it," she said lightly, her tone soft enough to avoid sounding accusatory. "Something's bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?"
