Limerance - HP Various x (Y/N)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥 𝟙𝟞 - ℍ/𝔻/ℙ

(A/n): You'll know why the title is 'H/D/P' soon enough :D

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Harry opened his eyes, his bright emerald orbs taking in every inch of his surroundings as he sat up. He seemed to be in the hospital wing - the light blue curtains, that hung on each side of him, giving it away.

He rubbed his tired eyes, his head thrumming with a headache. His whole body was aching as he slowly laid back down, trying to get some shut-eye. His plan was cut short, however, when he heard soft footsteps that seemed to stop beside his hospital bed. His lids fluttered open again, allowing him to view an old man with a long white beard who stood next to him.

"Professor?"

The said man nodded, "Good afternoon, Harry."

Harry looked dazed for a few seconds before sitting up quickly, many questions filling his head. "Ron was here? Is he alright? What about Hermione? And (Y/n)? Is (Y/n) hurt?"

"Oh don't worry too much, dear Harry. They're all just fine. Well, Miss Sylferth sprained her ankle when she tried to help you but she'll be fine in the next few hours. At least, that's what Madam Pomfrey told me."

Harry frowned in obvious disappointment. He truly felt bad - it was him who dragged her with him after all. He didn't mean for this to happen, really.

Dumbledore watched his expression with twinkling eyes, giving him a warm smile, "I see you're fond of her."

Harry paused his thoughts, cautiously replying, "...I am." He pondered for a moment before changing the subject, "What happened to the Stone?"

"Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and..."

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Now it was (Y/n)'s turn to wake up. As she sat up, she squinted her (e/c) eyes, looking around quite feverishly.

The hospital wing! she thought instantly, trying to recall past events.

...

Harry! (Y/n) scrambled to get out of bed, quickly removing the white sheets that were on top of her figure. She set her feet down.. immediately sprawling onto the cold white floor.

She let out a low groan, trying to crawl her way back onto the mattress again till her eyes fell on the source of her sudden fall. Her ankle. Heavily swollen, was how she'd describe it. She must've damaged it pretty badly that night. Her eyes threatened to spill tears, the pain in her joint burning all of a sudden but she bit her bottom lip, deciding to call out for someone.

"Madam Pomfrey? Anyone?"

Everything was quiet until a voice sounded, "(Y/n)? (Y/n), is that you?"

"Harry?"

"Yeah, it's me."

He was met with silence as he debated coming over to her makeshift room.

"(Y/n)?" he called out again, searching for her voice.

"...Yes?" Harry could hear quiet sniffles and whimpers, which were all he needed to get up and go over.

"Are you alright? I'm here. Do you need help?"

(Y/n) pursed her lips, "Er, yes?" She mentally facepalmed, God, it sounds like a question.

"I'm on the floor, don't step on me," she added.

Harry furrowed his brows, frowning as he grew closer to where she sat, "Why are you on the floor?"

"Long story short, I tried to get up to find you and the others because I was er, worried and well, that didn't end well since I sprained my ankle. I think."