61 (Harry Potter love story)

Chapter eight: dream

Warning: this is only a dream. Layla had a dream like this. This is not real.

Layla's POV

After charms, Me and Harry met up. He was with Ginny.

They were holding hands and staring into each others eyes.

My heart shattered.

I hid before they could notice me.

They walked past the hiding spot.

I shook my head.

They're together.

Everybody knew it would happen, but I still liked him.

There. I said it.

I liked Harry Potter.

Harry's POV
later, at the dinner table, Ginny slipped something into my drink.

I started to throw complements at her and she batted her eyelashes or glanced at Layla.

Layla was shooting her a look that plainly said, 'You betrayed me,'

After dinner we were walking, and I completely forgot about Layla and I having to meet here today.

Me and Ginny were holding hands and staring into each other's eyes.

I saw something dash into a hiding spot. When we past the spot, I saw Layla. In the spot. Only now I remembered.

She looked very disappointed that I just so decided to bring Ginny here, after she slipped me a love potion.

She thought she didn't get caught, but I shouted, "Layla I know your there!"

She said back, almost a whisper, "And you just decided to ditch me to bring Ginny to where we were meeting."

I felt bad. Very bad. And I continued feeling bad even when the potion wore off. I shouted at Ginny, "Ginny, I know you gave me a love potion, so that I would Do this."

Ginny cracked up, laughing, before she calmed down and said, "But, Harry,"

I hissed, "Ginny,"

She looked innocently at me and said, "What?"

I said back, "Ginny, you did something to Layla, and you know it."

I left her and chased after Layla. I shouted, "Layla!"

She shouted back, "What do you want, done with Ginny?"

I felt the hurt she had in her voice.

Not venom, like I expected, but Hurt.

I said, "Layla, talk to me!"

She said back, "You cannot call me Layla anymore,"

I said, "Crystal!"

She turned around and hissed, "What,"

I said, "Me and Ginny aren't together. She slipped me a love potion,"

She chuckled and said, "Tell that to someone who would believe that,"

Ginny did this to me, to Layla.

She just doesn't know now how much we both hate her.

Layla's POV
I absolutely hate Ginny.

At bed time, she sleepily said to me, "Lay, how was your day?"

I hissed back sarcastically, "Amazing, you?"

She said, "Lay, what's wrong?"

I said, "Well, Ginny, how would you feel if your best friend just betrayed you?"