Eight letters

Holly Jolly

Time Skip

Y/n sat down in her usual spot in the library, shooing away third years who thought they were slick.

She placed her radio down and blind folded herself. Who would she do? A thought of Draco Malfoy crossed her mind and she decided to see if Harry was really right about him.

The static crackled and she found herself in black, feet in water, just like always. What was he doing? He was in a room, dusty, full of old furniture, he was pacing back and forth, he placed an apple in some closet. What on god's green was he doing with an apple and a closet.

In the mean time, Hermione and Harry were putting books away in the library as Hermione announced to the entire room her current situation, quiet was never her forte.

"I mean Ron has the ability to kiss whoever he liked," Hermione said, slotting some in to place, "But did I expect to go to Slughorn's Christmas Party together? Yes,"

"Y'know I have a solution to both our problems," Harry said, "Seeing as we both can't go with who we'd really like to, why don't we just go together? As friends,"

"That's brilliant Harry!" Hermione replied, "I wish I'd though of that sooner,"

"Well who are you going with?" Harry asked.

"Doesn't matter," Hermione replied briskly, "You're our priority now who-,"

"Y/n," Harry turned around.

"No, she's not talki-,"

"No," Harry cut her off, "Y/n," 

He walked over to where she was slumped in a corner, blindfolded and nose bleeding, static still emitting from the radio. Hermione sighed as she turned it off.

"I bet it was that prat Riddle," Harry spat, "He probably just ran off. I mean who does he think he is? He barely knows her, her abilities, her strengths, what's too much for her-,"

"Harry," Hermione said.

"Right, sorry, you wake her up, she won't want to see me,"

Hermione bit her lip and nodded, "Alright then,"

Time Skip

Y/n was in the common room, curling her hair with her mind and Hermione's extremely hot curling iron.

"Ow!" She shrieked as the burnt her shoulder.

"Careful," Hermione chuckled.

Y/n stood up, "How is it?"

She was wearing a backless red silk dress and her gold/silver jewellery went perfectly with it.

"Oh my gosh you look like a million!" Hermione squealed, turning Y/n around, "Now will you finally tell me who you're going with?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'm bringing Mattheo. As friends! We both made that very clear,"

"I believe you," Hermione chuckled, "It's harry who you'll need to convince,"

"Oh screw him," Y/n brushed her hair.

"You really stopped caring about him?" Hermione asked, "I mean you two were so..."

"In love?" Y/n said, "Yeah that's what everyone thought, me and him included,"

"It's an awful shame," Hermione sighed, "He really does care about you Y/n,"

"Then why did he say that, why did he say he doesn't love me,"

"I wish I knew," Hermione muttered, "But something's not right about this, I'm aware Romilda pretended to be you and bla bla bla but him not believing you? That can't be right,"