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Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
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Addy was in her dorm room, with the knowledge of what went down during the party while she and Harry were- occupied nearly a week ago.
Lavender Brown kissed Ron.
It was what she'd seen in her vision, so really, that shouldn't've come to a surprise.
Hermione, however, didn't know about it at the time, and Addy found her sobbing when she returned to her own dorm later that night.
It certainly made sharing a room with both Lavender and Hermione very awkward.
Addy was lying on her back, across her bed, listening to the absence of the week-long rain. The weather had been quite dreary recently, the snow temporarily melting into slush and ice.
A smile couldn't help but form on her face as she thought back to the night in Harry's dorm, not the part where they shagged, but when they said their first I love you's.
She could replay those three words falling from his lips over and over again, and would never get tired of her favorite phrase.
Ever since that night, she and Harry seemed to be getting closer, if possible. There were no more lingering emotions that needed to remain hidden.
They had done nearly everything a typical couple would do, and probably even more. Just two years of being together brought them to where they were now.
Everything was out in the open, and they could say whatever was on their mind.
It technically had been that way since they were eleven; out of all the people she met, he was the one that she connected with the most. They understood and sympathized, and it didn't matter what their backstory was.
Addy occasionally listened into Lavender's conversation about her new relationship, with Parvati, who seemed to be growing bored of the topic after discussing it a number too many times.
Eloise had her head buried into a book as she looked up every once in a while to chime in with a curious thought or two.
Hermione's curtains were closed, a dark aura indicating her terrible mood.
