𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ! || harry potter x reader

74. The Biggest Git of a Lifetime

"Yeah," said Harry, pulling his Invisibility Cloak out of his bag. "I feel like it's the place to be tonight, you know what I mean?"

"No," said Ron and Hermione together, both looking positively alarmed now. Y/N shook her head in annoyance.

"This is Felix Felicis, I suppose?" said Hermione anxiously, holding up the bottle to the light. "You haven't got another little bottle full of—I don't know—"

"Essence of Insanity?" suggested Ron, as Harry swung his Cloak over his shoulders.

Harry laughed, and Ron and Hermione looked even more alarmed. Y/N positively wanted to strangle him.

"Trust me," he said, swiftly planting a kiss on Y/N's lips that had her weak in the knees. "I know what I'm doing . . . or at least"—he strolled confidently to the door—"Felix does."

He pulled the Invisibility Cloak over his head and set off down the stairs, Y/N, Ron, and Hermione hurrying along behind him. At the foot of the stairs, Harry slid through the open door.

"What were you doing up there with her?" shrieked Lavender Brown, staring right through Harry at Ron and Hermione emerging together from the boys' dormitories. Y/N, sensing bad vibes, slipped away to her dorm before Lavender could spot her.

During the next morning's Charms lesson, Harry told Y/N, Ron, and Hermione everything that had happened during the previous night with Felix Felicis behind his thoughts. They were both satisfyingly impressed by the way he had wheedled the memory out of Slughorn and positively awed when he told them about Voldemort's Horcruxes and Dumbledore's promise to take Harry along, should he find another one.

"Wow," said Ron, when Harry had finally finished telling them everything; Ron was waving his wand very vaguely in the direction of the ceiling without paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing. "Wow. You're actually going to go with Dumbledore . . . and try and destroy . . . wow."

"Ron, you're making it snow," said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender, Y/N noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighboring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Ron's arm.

The previous night had been more than tense as dorm mates. Lavender's glare exceeded no less than twelve-hundred kilowatts through Hermione, who smartly evaded her in every way possible upon getting ready. This morning, Y/N swore she could see burn marks in Hermione's drawn curtains as she readied for the day.

"Oh yeah," said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. "Sorry . . . looks like we've all got horrible dandruff now. . . ."

He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermione's shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. Ron looked immensely guilty and turned his back on her.

"We split up," he told Harry out of the corner of his mouth. "Last night. When she saw me coming out of the dormitory with Hermione. Obviously she couldn't see you, and Y/N snuck off, so she thought it had just been the two of us."

"Ah," said Harry. His hand seemed extra possessive of her knee with the announcement of Ron and Lavender's break-up. Y/N tucked her hand around his arm, rubbing her thumb back and forth through the fabric of his shirt. "Well—you don't mind it's over, do you?"

"No," Ron admitted. "It was pretty bad while she was yelling, but at least I didn't have to finish it."

"Coward," said Hermione, though she looked amused. "Well, it was a bad night for romance all around. Ginny and Dean split up too, Harry."