Eight letters

Forever Winter

A/N: Ahhhhhh tysmmm for all you lovely readers, sorry the last chapter was a bit rough but once you've hit rock bottom, the only way is up, right?

Harry woke up that morning, a banging headache, cursing his head. Thank god it was a Saturday. Suddenly his memories flooded back to him. Oh no. Y/n. He'd felt completely disorientated that night, like the words spilling out of his mouth weren't his, he needed to apologise, stat.

He stared at the clock, 7. Where would she be now? Running. He stared out of his window to see Y/n running with her dog, as usual. She seemed a lot faster today, he could guess why. He shot out of bed and put some clothes on, trying to make himself look as good as possible. He slipped out of the room, shivering in the cold November air.

He walked outside to see Y/n running, she looked up, thinking what nerve that dingus had.

"Y/n," He said, approaching her, "I was wondering if we could talk?"

Y/n didn't stop and ran straight past him. He stared at her and ran after her, this wouldn't be easy.

He ran alongside her, just before they entered the castle, "Listen Y/n I believe you, about the Polyjuice, it was Romilda, I know it was, her robes were all scruffy and-,"

"Harry you didn't believe me for a second last night," She said plainly, "You didn't trust me, you said you never loved me,"

"I know an-,"

Y/n walked up the castle stairs, Perseus following behind her, "Let me make this very clear Potter. Stay the hell away from me,"

She strutted up and in to the common room, Ron walked out, seeing Harry on the ground floor, staring up dismally.

"I take it the first apology didn't go well?" Ron said sassily.

"Thanks Ron," Harry replied bitterly.

"These things take time-,"

"I don't have time Ron," Harry said, "I need her,"

Ron sighed, "Should've remembered that before you accused her of that,"

Rolf found out that afternoon, he took it upon himself to pin Harry to the wall in the great hall and nearly punch the shit out of him. They both got detention with McGonagall.

The next few days were utter agony for Harry, and it only got worse, knowing Y/n was always a few seats away, a few steps away, an accepted apology away. He couldn't feel his lips on hers anymore, he couldn't hear those eight letters leave her mouth any longer, he couldn't even talk to her.

Torture.

Utter torture.

He always stared at her longingly, he often wondered if it was worth taking the Felix Felecis, he knew the effect wouldn't' be real though, she'd realise what he had done and he'd lose all hopes of ever winning her back again, not that there were many.

Every time the group hung out together, one would always be unincluded in the conversation, Harry tried to talk with her, even about the little things, even at quidditch, she'd merely snarl and fly off. No one could blame her.

Harry walked down the corridor with Ron, it was early December by now, he'd had multiple people ask him about Y/n. If they were okay to date her, if she was single and other such questions. He was sick of it and was close to punching any guy who made crude jokes about her.

Y/n now fully had her powers back and was stronger than before, as much as it intimidated Harry, she didn't concern herself with him and was spending more and more time with Mattheo.

"Ready," Y/n said, Ginny walked through the common room door. Y/n noticed a change to his expression when she came in.

"Hey gin,"