MILLIES POV
"You could have woken me up," Ron said, crossly.
"You can come tonight, I'm going back," Harry told him.
"Why aren't you going?" Ron asked me.
"I'm sleep deprived." I shrugged.
"You were literally asleep the whole time," Harry said, shaking his head of messy hair.
Over the next few days, Harry seemed distracted, and I knew exactly why. Every single night he had been visiting the mirror, and I hated to admit it, but I missed making fun of him. Ron and I had secretly spoke about it, and he agreed with me.
The snow still hadn't melted a couple of mornings later.
"Want to play chess, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Nah..."
"Why don't we go down and visit Hagrid?" I asked, glancing at Ron.
"No... you go..."
"Look - I know what you're thinking about, Potter, that mirror," I snapped, making him look up at me. "Don't go back tonight."
"Why not?"
I hesitated. "I don't know, I've just got a bad feeling about it - and anyway, you've had too many close shaves with Filch already, according to Ron."
Harry sent Ron a glare, who quickly looked at the floor.
"You sound like Hermione," Harry said, leaning back into his chair. He looked tired.
"I'm serious, Harry, don't go."
He ignored me.
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Together (A Harry Potter love story) 1
FanfictionWhat if Harry Potter wasn't shy, awkward, or in other words, absolutely useless when it came to girls? What if he was the complete opposite - confident, cocky, and flirty? What if Harry Potter had an ego that matched his title? Read the 'Together' s...
