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𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 LOVE LOVE LOVE 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 <𝟹

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At that, Harry looked up seeing the plant hanging in the same spot that he and Y/N were under just an hour ago.

"Oh," He said, taking a step back and moving out of the way rather awkwardly. "I have a girlfriend." His jaw was rather tense, appalled at the fact she would expect anything from Harry knowing that he and Y/N were together. "Er- sorry that your parents side with the ministry, must be tough." He said, changing the subject. "You should head back, Filch'll be lurking soon."

Cho went pink. 

"Right yes, Er- see you Harry." She said, forcing a smile before walking away quickly. 

Okay.

 Harry now realized Y/N had a fair point.

"Have a good chat?" 

Harry snapped his head towards the door, now seeing Y/N standing there with her eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry," He rushed out. 

Y/N hummed in response. "I expect you won't be helping her out much anymore?"

"I will not at all, she can learn from the group demonstrations."

"Good."

"Want a snack?"

"Yes"

And so they left to the kitchens. Y/N thought that it was perhaps the worst conversation they'd ever had. Harry had a look of immense guilt and remorse on his face, and Y/N was trying to rid the feeling of jealousy that had grown at the pit of her stomach.

It was awkward for quite a bit, then they began to settle into their usual relationship.

"Trixy brings crepes!" the small elf said, shooting a wild glare at Dobby who was sitting on a nearby stool and putting on several layers of socks as he usually did.

Harry had grabbed a crepe, spread a giant blob of chocolate sauce down the middle, added two strawberry slices and began to roll the crepe, ending up with a tube for a crepe. 

"Harry, what the actual hell is that" Y/N said, exasperatedly. Harry bit into the treat, dipping it into whipped cream and then taking another bite.

He grinned, "Crepe burrito," he bit into it again, Y/N was reminded of Ron during breakfast.

Y/N fought her lips from tugging upwards, "I will not, that's an utter disgrace to French cuisine," 

She spread her crepe out flat, spread the chocolate sauce neatly, placed the strawberries evenly, folded up the crepe into quadrants and then added a massive dollop of whipped cream on top. 

"Make one for me?" Harry said, swallowing down the last bit of crepe he had left. Y/N rolled her eyes, sliding the plate to Harry.

He beamed at her.