𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

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Eurielle walked into the hall after sending an owl , dinner had started and the room was shrouded with Red and Crimson. Meaning Gryffindor had won the house cup. She began walking down the narrow space between her table and the Gryffindor's when someone stopped her, " Oi, Black!"

She turned to see Harry a few feet away, she approached him, " Can I help you, Potter?" she asked.

He sent her a tight lip smile before scooting over, " Sit with us,"

Eurielle blinked and furrowed her neat brows before doing so, " What is it?" she asked, looking between the three, " Is it something about Padfoot?" she asked not wanting to say his name.

Harry shook his head, " No, I just wanted you to sit with us,"

She opened her mouth to speak, not knowing how to feel about the situation, " You... you wanted me too?" she asked, not really being able to comprehend the idea, " You don't want anything?"

He frowned and shook his head, " No... I mean after almost dying multiple times with someone it's kind of hard to not be their friend,"

For the first time Eurielle was at a loss for words, she had no smart ass reply, insult, or curse to say. She didn't have what you would consider 'friends', acquaintances, sure, but never a friend.

She knew her face was one of bewilderment, " You consider me, your friend?"

He nodded slowly, " I do," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She looked over to see Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnagan, and Neville Longottom looking at her, and when she glanced at them they immediately looked down, embarrassed.

Her face soured, " What are you trying to help one of your friends ask me out or something?" she spat getting ready to get up but he stopped her.

" What? No!"

Eurielle rolled her eyes, " Then I don't get it, is this some sort of joke?" she snarled. That's what it was, a joke. Her eyes drifted to the plate that had appeared in front of her, she didn't dare touch it, " Are you playing a prank on me or something? Because I swear to God Potter, if you mess up my hair-,"

" No!" he said, getting equally irritated, " I see you as my friend because of what happened the other night," he said quietly.

" Is it not the same for you?"

Silver eyes went from him to Weasley and Granger, " I wouldn't know," she said simply, " People don't really like me, and I don't really like them,"

Harry's mouth formed an 'o'-shape, not really expecting that, " Then why does everyone know who you are if... if you don't have any friends?"

Eurielle chuckled, relaxing, pouring herself some pumpkin juice, " Tell me, Potter, have you not heard what people say about me?"

Harry, and Ron and Hermione, all shook their heads, " I see," she said taking a sip, " Apparently I've shagged half of the fourth year, generally speaking,"

The trio's eyes widened, their cheeks tinged pink, " Did you?" asked Ron, his ears going red. Hermione hit him on the back of the head, " Of course, she hasn't!"

Eurielle nodded, " That's right," she said, " It was half of the fifth years," she said nodding over towards Ron's brothers.

Juice spurted out of Ron's nose and he coughed as if he were dying. Hermione grimaced and threw a napkin at him while Harry laughed.

Eurielle simply smiled, amused.

-

The next day Eurielle found herself walking alone as she placed her trunk at the entrance hall when a small gray owl flittered by and crashed into a head of red hair, " Oi!" yelled Ron.