(y/n) - your name

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It was a quiet morning like it usually was, the single window open to let in the warm breeze as the curtain fluttered and danced with the sun rays. The air was sweet like cinnamon and flowers, a deceiving happy-go-lucky atmosphere that didn't hide the loneliness as (y/n) sighed when she made some tea. She looked down at the cup as it steamed, looking to the side of her small apartment. It didn't have any rooms, one corner having a bed and the other having a desk. The kitchen took up the rest of the space with little to no for a wardrobe that held her clothes.

The girl walked over to her bed, perched on the high furniture that allowed her to look out her window. She hated how quiet it was, the only sound breaking the silence was people talking and the sound of vehicles driving past. She couldn't talk to anyone, couldn't make herself known as she lived day in and day out in her secret apartment in an abandoned building. She leaned her chin against the windowsill, summoning some cake from god knows where. She watched people talk and interact in the park, curled up against the wall.

The sound of her telephone broke the trance like she hoped, her cup hovering in the air as she jumped to answer the call. "Hello?" she breathes out.

"(y/n)?"

"Ron? You have a phone?" the girl smiles and eases into the corner of the room, curling with the telephone as she closed her eyes to pretend her friend was there with her.

"Yeah, Harry got me one. Still learning how to use it but loads more useful than sending a letter."

"It is. I'm guessing Harry gave you my number!"

"Yeah! I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over to the Burrow. Dad got the whole group tickets to go see the Quidditch World Cup!"

"I would love to Ron, Thank you." the boy on the other end didn't understand why his friend thanked him but he shrugs.

"Where can we pick you up? What's your address?"

"Oh no, don't pick me up at home! My parents would kill me if I left the house." the lie slips out way too easily, (y/n) wincing from the silence of her apartment.

"Oh come on really?"

"Yeah. I'm nearby the King's Cross Station so I might wait over there if it's easier for you."

"Didn't you say you lived near Diagon Alley?" (y/n) sucks in a breath at the slip-up.

"We house hop a lot."

"Uh ok. If that's ok with you, it's perfectly fine with us. We can pick you up from the station!"

"Sounds like a plan!"

"Great we'll pick you up tomorrow around early noon. Pack enough for a whole week's stay cause mums happy to take all of us to the station for school!"

"She doesn't have to-"

"-she insists. Don't make me tell her no. The woman is terrifying when she doesn't get what she wants." Ron whispers making (y/n) laugh.

"Ok, ok. I'll stay for the week." Suddenly, the phone started lighting up again signalling that another call was coming in. "Someone's calling me Ron, I gotta go. See you tomorrow!"

"Perfect! See you tomorrow (y/n)!" the line ends and (y/n) puts down the receiver to pick it up again for the new but very familiar caller.

"Hey, Draco!"

"(y/n)!" the boy exclaims. "What took you so long to pick up my call?" he smiles, feigning anger playfully as he held the receiver against his ear and should while the machine was in one hand with his wand in the other.

"Oh! Ron called me! He invited me to the Quidditch World Cup!"

"I'm going too!" the boy flushes in the excitement of seeing her again after so long.

"Really!?" (y/n) holds the receiver tightly in her hand, playing with the cord in the other. She could hear things rustling in the background and loud thuds. "What are you doing?" she chuckles lightly.

"Packing for the world cup and for school. Shouldn't you be doing the same?"

"I've had things packed and ready to go for days. I'm excited to go back to school."

"Sounds like it." he chuckles softly, putting his walkman away in trunk hidden beneath the floor buds under his bed. "I thought you said you weren't a sports person."

"Doesn't mean I won't miss out on the chance of spending time with my friends. Rather that than being alone at this apartment..." Draco frowns at (y/n)'s words, sitting down on his bed.

"I wish I could bring you here-"

"-but you can't I know. I wouldn't go to your house if it gets you in trouble Draco, I don't want you to get hurt because of me."

"You could never hurt me..." the kids blush lightly at that simple sentence, a bittersweet smile on their faces. "Do you know where you're going to be at the world cup?" Draco changes the subject quickly, not wanting to upset (y/n).

"No, Ron didn't tell where."

"Maybe we'll still see each other. Or I can come find you."

"Out of thousands of people, I would love to see you try." the Slytherin smirks at the sound of that challenge.

"Challenge accepted."

"Hey no! That was not a challenge!" he laughs hearing the Hufflepuff try to talk him out of trying to look for her but he had already made up his mind the minute she told him she was going to the world cup.

"You better give me a prize when I find you. For now, I have to leave to pack up the rest of my belongings. See you soon (y/n)."

"Draco wait-" the line ends and she smiles as she looks at the receiver, chuckling as she shook her head. "See you soon..."

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"Harry!" (y/n) gasps as he jumps out of the car to hug her, easily picking her up. "Oh my fucking god! Put me down!" she yelps from the sudden height, the boy laughing as he sets her down. "Great, now you're taller than me."

"You've always been small, admit it. We were bound to outgrow you."

"Oh shut up." the girl grins as he and Ron helped the Weasley father put her stuff in the trunk.

"Is this everything?" Ron asks, confused why it was one suitcase and a few bags.

"That's for the week stay and some school stuff. My parents are dropping the rest off at the station when we need to catch the train."

"Thought your parents would kill you if you stayed over at Ron's place for a week." Harry snickers, his friend telling him what (y/n) said.

"Spent all night convincing them. Let's go before they drag me back." she nervously laughs, getting in the car quickly with Harry in the back and Ron sitting at the front with his dad. The car starts and they drive off, going through a deserted road to turn the car invisible before flying off to head to the Burrow. "Mr. Weasley, this is for you. Thank you for inviting me, letting me stay at your place and picking me up." (y/n) passed Ron a bag she summed, full of Muggle contraptions and useful items she thought Molly would love to use.

"Kid, it was no problem at all! You four enjoy yourself!" he smiles in the review mirror, the boys chuckling and seeing the Hufflepuff girl get excited in her seat.

"Hermione's coming too!?"

"She's already there," Ron says with annoyance. "and already making rules and making us do things around the place like mother!"

"That's Hermione for you." (y/n) chuckles, looking out the window as they flew before diving to talk with Harry and Ron excitedly, asking them what they have been up to. 

The kids all the way until they reach the Burrow, Harry gently shaking (y/n) awake since she took a quick nap. He looks down at her as she slept on his shoulder, holding a bag tight to his chest and he blushes as she sighs out blissfully. Ron smirked as he watched his friend push her glasses up her nose gently, his fingers lingering on her cheeks after brushing her back. He had to endure Harry talking about (y/n) during the entire break he was staying at the Weasleys, just none stop about this girl that he didn't know he had a crush on. Ron tried to tell Harry but he kept denying it.

"(y/n)... wake up..." the girl groans and she rubs her eyes as she sits up, looking around to see that it was nighttime already. "We're here."

"Oh..." she yawns out, getting out of the car with Harry following her, (y/n) stretching.

"We just made it in time for dinner so (y/n) and Harry, why don't you two wash up. Ron and his brothers can put (y/n)'s stuff in the girl's bedroom." Arthur says, the kids nodding as they head inside the Burrow.

"There's our princess!" the Hufflepuff gasps in surprise as the twins pick her up, making her sit on their shoulders like a throne as they pranced around.

"You're looking lovely as ever, doesn't she George?"

"She looks lovelier every year Fred!" (y/n) blushed profusely, the twins cooing at how adorable she looks as she held onto them tightly.

"Fred! George! Put the poor girl down!" Molly yells out.

"Yes mother." the twins both say, leaning down to let the Hufflepuff stand on her feet again. "Till next time m'lady." they both bow to her before walking off.

Every single year...

(y/n) sighs out, trying to calm her blush until she sees Hermione walking down the stairs. "Hermione!"

"(y/n)!" she jumps to hug the girl, the both of them squeezing each other. "Your hair got longer!"

"You're the only one that's noticed!" (y/n) huffs, glaring at Ron and Harry who had come back down from freshening up. "You're getting beautiful every year Hermione." the girl says, her friend flushing at the compliment and she says the same thing back.

"I'm kinda jealous, like you've grown... a lot." Hermione whispers as she takes (y/n) up the stairs, staring at her chest and she wacks the Gryffindor girl on her arm. 

"Oi, eyes off! I didn't expect you to be a fucking degenerate!" Hermione gasps when her Hufflepuff friend swore, and her quickly apologising. "Sorry, some neighbours swear a lot and I kinda picked up on it. You're gonna hear a lot more of that this year."

"Don't get in trouble when you do." the girls enter Ginny's room who quickly hugs (y/n) in the excitement that they could sleep over, letting the new arrival to freshen up and join the rest downstairs for dinner.

"Now you have to wake up very early tomorrow so go to sleep after you finish eating." Molly says. "Dear, you're not eating?" sh elooks at (y/n) whos just sat at the table and she shakes her head.

"Sorry Mrs. Weasley, I have trouble sleeping if I eat something beforehand."

"No worries dear, how about some tea?"

"I would love that thank you."