Limerance - HP Various x (Y/N)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥 𝟠 - 𝔽𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤

The next morning was just as similar as the first one for (Y/n). There really wasn't much to do or explore during early hours, simply because she's way too tired to do so. However, she did promise herself she'd discover every secret there is to learn about this mysterious castle-like structure, before she could graduate.

Just after breakfast, the golden trio, and herself, walked along the corridors, murmuring to one another excitedly - for it is the day they get introduced to flying brooms.

As they chatter in enthusiasm, (Y/n) spotted a group huddling around a notice board, "I wonder what's going on over there."

"Might as well see," shrugged Ron, now following the group over to the chaos.

The chaos was, in fact, caused by none other than a poster. A poster that read 'Flying Lessons shall start on Thursday- Slytherin, and Gryffindor will be flying together.'. Unsurprisingly, Malfoy was at the front of the crowded group - who else would be whiny about this stupid note?

"This is absolutely outrageous! Wait until my father hears about this," he scoffed, crossing his arms.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Your father can't do anything, you moron." 

The boy in question turned around with a glare, "Shut your trap or my father will hear about you too, Sylferth."

(Y/n) sneered, mocking his words in reply, "Oh yeah? Why don't you tell him, how you've been such a bastard to the one, and only descendant of Edern Sylferth, huh? 'Wait until my father hears about this.' If my father heard about you, your family name would be in the drain. Oh, and by the way, the village rang. They said they'd like their idiot back."

The girl tugged Hermione by the sleeves, and quickly walked away, causing the other 2 boys to jog to catch up to them. She couldn't care less if she hurt the blond git's feelings - he had hurt so much more. (Y/n) didn't get why he was such an arrogant brat anyway. Is all this Slytherin, Gryffindor, pureblood, half-blood nonsense really important?

Hermione chuckled under her breath, letting herself be dragged away by the fiery girl. Deserved, she smugly thought.

Harry, on the other hand, was smiling at (Y/n)'s annoyed expression. He wished he could be as quick with his words as she was with hers. Another admirable trait, he hummed.

"She's fast with her retorts, ain't she?" Ron interrupted his thoughts, elbowing his friend with a satisfied grin.

"Sure is. He really needed that," Harry replied, shrugging.

The Slytherin boy, the girl left behind, was not taking it that well. Sure he was equally as pissed as (Y/n) was but although he wouldn't admit it, he liked her being feisty - banters will always be his favorite. Yet the one thing he didn't like, probably the only thing he didn't like about these mini arguments, is being put in his place in front of his minions.

As if on cue, Blaise Zabini, one of his companions, smirked, "Are you at a loss for words, Malfoy?"

The blond could only scowl, "Shut up Blaise."

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"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch," the eager students chorused.

The tall woman with yellow eyes, and messy short grey hair, walked down the path made for her between the pupils, "Good afternoon Amanda, good afternoon." 

She stopped at the end of the line, "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up!"