(y/n) - your name

(l/n) - last name

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The dinner had been boring overall, (y/n) being absolutely bored out of her mind as she let the conversation wash over her. She moved the ice cream around, ignoring Slughorn as she looked around his office. She jumps when she feels a hand pat her knee and looks up to see that Harry was nodding to Slughorn.

"So which team are you rooting for (l/n)? Slytherin or Gryffindor?" the potions professor suddenly asks and she freezes.

"Sorry for what?" (y/n) asks.

"The quidditch match tomorrow." Harry reminds her and she nods, everyone's eyes suddenly on her. Hermione held her hand beneath the table, both girls benefitting from the touch to try and not feel so uncomfortable from the stares.

The Hufflepuff knew that half the people here at the dinner expected her to say Slytherin, the other thinking Gryffindor but she didn't know what to say except, "I'm not a sports fan really..." (y/n) says, quickly taking a spoonful of ice cream to keep her mouth busy.

"That's a shame. I heard that you were the fastest flyer for Hufflepuff but I presume sports are not for everyone." Slughorn says, turning to Hermione next to ask her about her parents.

Jesus fuck christ...

The Hufflepuff doesn't notice Blaise staring at her with a hint of a frown, seeing how his friend's enemy sat too close to her. The boy had told Draco about the dinner, but he didn't know that Potter was going to bring his friend's ex-girlfriend as his plus one. He thought if (y/n) had moved on from Draco already but it didn't seem so.

Anyone could tell how infatuated (y/n) and Draco had been with each other. They were each other's happiness.

Blaise knew that the breakup was something neither of them wanted, his friend being hit the worst. He kept an eye on the Hufflepuff, seeing how sad she was.

Of course, the two of them still love each other... shes still wearing aunt Narcissa's dress she made for her.

Everyone looks up when they hear a door creak open, revealing Ginny walking in with red eyes like she had been crying. "Look at her eyes. They've been fighting again. Her and Dean." Hermione whispers to (y/n) and the girls frown.

"Sorry, I'm not usually late..." Ginny falters, eyes red, uncharacteristically flustered as she sat in her seat.

"No matter. You're just in time for dessert. That is if Belby leaves you any." Slughorn jokes, glancing at the three friends whispering to each other. (y/n) looks up and notices the disgusting look Cormac was giving Hermione, licking his fingers and her friend looks away uncomfortably.

"(y/n) don't." Hermione squeezes her hand as the Hufflepuff glares at Cormac, scaring him with the death glare she was giving him as she sneered at him.

"I'm going to set him on fire."

"(y/n)!" Hermione hisses lowly, trying to calm down her friend for the rest of the dinner until they all left back to their dorms. "I love you but you terrify me sometimes." the girls giggle as they walk together down the hallway, hand in hand as they gossiped and talked shit about the people they didn't like at the table.

"Just give me the word and I can easily send him to the moon for you Hermione." (y/n) snickers, her friend gasping.

"Don't!"

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It was the next morning and everyone was filled with excitement for the quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, pumped with adrenaline despite the cold frost outside. Hermione, Harry and (y/n) sat together at the Gryffindor table, looking over at Ron who looked sick to his stomach as he walked into the Great Hall. People were counting on him to help Gryffindor with the match and it made his stomach turn from nervousness even more.

"Poor guy doesn't look good." the Hufflepuff says, bundled in her sweater and wrapped up in her green and silver blanket. She looks up and sees a certain Slytherin sitting stiffly at his table, away from his friends as he pushed his food around on his plate. She frowns at the blank look on his face, a heavy sigh leaving him and she glowers at Ron when he sits right opposite her and blocks her view. Hermione and Harry look at each other when they noticed Draco staring at (y/n) with a bittersweet smile, watching the interaction between the two with a frown before focusing on Ron.

The poor boy looked at his breakfast, his stomach turning to even think about eating and that shocked his friends since he always had a huge appetite. "So. How was it?" Ron asks his friends, trying to get his mind off the game and onto something else.

Hermione continues to read the Prophet without missing a beat. "How was what?" She asks and he answers back with mock refinement.

"Your dinner party."

"Pretty boring actually." Hermione answers.

"More like it was just dead. It was so awkward." (Y/n) mumbles back, her friends snickering at the exasperated look on her face.

"Slughorns having a Christmas do, you know. And we're meant to bring someone..." Hermione pipes up.

"I expect you'll be going with McLaggen. He's in the Slug Club, isn't he?" Ron scoffs.

"Actually, I was going to ask you."

"Really?"

Harry and (y/n) look at each other, noticing the attraction between the two. Well, Harry realises this only now, (y/n) already knew about Hermione's feelings for the Weasley.

Suddenly Lavender walks up to the group, looking straight at Ron only. "Good luck today, Ron! I know you'll be brilliant!" he smiles feebly, looking back down at his plate while Hermione stares daggers at the two until Lavender walks away.

"I'm resigning. After today's match. McLaggen can have my spot." Hearing this, Hermione and (y/n) turn to Harry who catches their eyes, the Gryffindor girl extending a shaking hand to indicate Ron's mental state.

"Have it your way. Juice?" Harry simply says, the girls shocked by his callousness.

Even Ron was surprised by his friend and was even mildly put out. "Sure..."

As Harry passes a glass of juice to Ron, Luna arrives at the table wearing a hat that bears an uncanny resemblance to a real lion. "Hello, everyone. You look dreadful, Ron." he nods grimly and lifts his glass as Luna turns to Harry. "Is that why you just put something in his cup? Is it a tonic?" The tiny vial of Felix Felicis glints in Harry's palm before he quickly pockets it and his friends look at him in shock.

"Liquid Luck!?" Hermione gasps out before turning to Ron, (y/n) just chuckling at the scene in amusement. "Don't drink that, Ron!" But he's frozen in mid-sip and he quickly decides to gulp down the rest of the juice. "You could be expelled for that!" She exclaims at the boys.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry winks at (y/n) who smirks.

"(Y/n)!" Hermione turns to her friend expecting her to be on her side but the Hufflepuff simply shrugs.

"I didn't see jack shit." The Gryffindor gapes at her, watching Ron rise up from his seat with a confident aura.

"C'mon, Harry. We've got a game to win." The golden trio runs out along with everyone else, the smile on (y/n)'s face falling as she looks over at Draco. He was still here, lost in whatever world he was in and she silently gets up to walk towards him. She hides her hand beneath her blanket, summoning a green apple and silently standing behind the Slytherin to set the apple down next to his hand.

"Draco..." she whispers, moving to hold his hand that was fisted. 

As soon as she held his hand Draco breaks out of his trance, subtly leaning back into his Puffs warmth as his eyes close in bliss. He let himself be with her at that moment, missing her smell, missing her arms, missing her warmth... she was home to him. She leans over him protectively and he tears up, feeling her chin lay on top of his head as he was surrounded by her. She entwines her fingers with his but he suddenly remembers his promise, ripping his hand out of hers and quickly getting up. He didn't say a single word to her as he shoves past her, didn't even look at her in fear that he would break down crying seeing the heartbroken look on her face.

Blaise carefully walked up to (y/n), holding her shoulders gently. "I'll give this to him." He whispers, taking the apple and hesitantly patting the girl's shoulder before walking away, leaving her alone in the Great Hall with the blanket that had her loves smell on it. The only thing that felt like him as she tightens it around her.

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"Hey." Hermione smiles at (y/n), holding her shoulders to break her out of her trance as she leaned against the wall watching the Gryffindors chant Ron's name. The room teems with students celebrating Gryffindor's victory for the quidditch game this morning, creating a mosh pit or a riot with Weasley smack dab in the middle of it.

"Hey..."

"You didn't come to watch the game?"

"I didn't feel like it." The Gryffindor frowns, urging Harry to come over. "Congrats on the win." The Hufflepuff says, the boy smiling at her softly as they all watch Ron getting cheered on like some sort of famous celebrity who was enjoying his own personal spotlight.

"You really shouldn't have done it." Hermione says, referring to the liquid luck trick this morning.

"I know. I suppose I could have just used a Confundus Charm." Harry says, Hermione looking at him in shock that she got caught before narrowing her eyes at (y/n) who raises her arms in defence.

"Wasn't me. Didn't tell him shit."

"That was different! That was tryouts! This was an actual game!" Hermione tries to defend herself when Harry takes out the full vial of liquid luck.

"Holy fucking shit! You never gave it to him!?" (Y/n) bursts out laughing, clapping Harry on the back. "Hey, that means the boy legit has skills then. That was all him! He only thought you put it in!" The Gryffindor nods with triumph, pocketing the vial as the three friends look over to the middle again when they suddenly hear catcalls and wolf whistles. Lavender had pulled Ron down and kissed him. "Shit..." (y/n) says, looking at Hermione who looks heartbroken and she runs away from the common room. "Hermione-"

"-I'll go." Harry leaves the roar of the party for the quiet of the corridor outside the  Gryffindor common room, running after the crying girl outside.