Hidden Emotions|| Harry Potter x reader

Chapter 16

"He helped us get through the heavy security at Hogwarts to be able to help you with the Basilisk Venom. I didn't even know if we could've enter through Hogsmeade but what he did was brilliant. Thank you for that," Harry acknowledged, patting Neville with a friendly smile. 

Neville chuckled and said shyly, "It wasn't a lot but I was glad I could help! I really have to go now." He made his way through the room after giving Ron and Hermione a smile. He waved at you goodbye and he opened the door and left. You sighed happily because you knew that that helped him gain some confidence. 

You observed your friends. The twins were near the fire, staring limply at the ground. They were wearing their shop clothes, like you always called them. Before you followed your friends in the quest, you visited Weasley's Wizard Wheezes frequently. It was no secret you liked sweets and you never denied it. You are incredibly proud of both of them, making them know about it every time you were there. You remembered, as you looked at their clothes, how Harry bought you a sweet that made your tongue blue. He called you a smurf for the rest of the month and you didn't mind it at all. You thought it was sweet. "What are you guys going to do?" You probed the twins, making them get out of their daze.

"I don't know, you?" Fred said, letting his face ease a little. 

"Planning to show all of you my juggling abilities and hoping to get a job at a Circus when this is over," you teased. This seemed to lighten the mood as they chuckled. 

"Do you really know how to juggle?" George intrigued, looking at you with a slight smile. 

"Y/n? Nope, she can't even multitask. Something usually ends up wrong," Hermione answered, with a raised eyebrow, laughing a little. 

"One time I set my shoe on fire! Just once, and you don't let me learn how to tap-dance," you answered, rolling your eyes jokingly.

"I'm sorry, you what?" Harry laughed, making his eyes twinkle with joy. 

Ron made a sizzling sound and said, "I think we should save that story for later, mate. Time's ticking." 

"Way to kill the mood, Ron," you moaned, feeling the atmosphere darken as everyone's smile went away. He gave you an apologetic look but you nodded because you understood. It was nice to laugh, at least for a little moment. 

"I don't think we should stay here for longer, Fred and I are going to be out. We'll be safe and don't do anything stupid," George commanded, looking sternly at Harry and Ron. "I know the girls are going to be smarter and not do some irrational things. So, please just follow their orders." 

"It's not like we haven't done that the whole time," Ron mumbled, earning a grin from Hermione. 

"Yes, but, we've gone this far with the help of Y/n and Hermione," Harry praised, raising an eyebrow at Ron. 

Hermione nodded and chuckled while crossing her arms over her chest. "That's correct," she supported, laughing with Ron's small chuckle. Her sleeves stretched on her shoulders, making it hard for her to completely cross her arms. She took off her robe a couple of moments earlier, complaining how it wasn't necessary to wear it anymore. You took yours off because you didn't want to wear it anymore, you found it unnecessary as well. Harry and Ron still had theirs on, for some reason that you couldn't understand. 

"Bye Georgie and Freddie. Stay safe," you said, giving them a small hug instead of saying goodbye. Goodbyes never sat well with you because it felt too bittersweet. The word in itself made you feel something, like a lingering effect after having a good cry. You didn't want to say goodbye, because it meant departing. You didn't even want to imagine what it would mean so you said, "I'll see you guys soon." 

"Same here," Fred reassured, squeezing your arm tenderly, "Take care of Ron, my mom's going to kill me if something happens to him. Or Harry. Or Hermione. Or you." 

You chuckled and nodded. George gave you a small pat on the back and he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled hugging him back and he leaned down towards your ear. "I advise you to either tell him how you feel now or you are going to regret it," he whispered over the mess of your tangled hair. 

You froze a little bit, still smiling. "What?" You whispered, breaking from the hug. You looked up at his shining eyes, and a little confusion dawned on your face. You didn't understand what he was telling you, especially here in front of everyone. 

"Harry," he announced, still not breaking eye contact from you. You understood now and you let a little shocked expression. How could he know? What is that obvious? Why would he say it so loudly? He gave you a small smile, your expression confirming his thoughts. "Take care of them, and I expect them to take care of you as well," he continued, waving at all of them goodbye. He left the room right after his brother, a little serious nod before shutting the door again. 

You were still a blushing mess before you saw your friends standing silently. You cleared your throat, regaining your composure again. You hoped they didn't hear the conversation you and George had. "We should really discuss what we should do now," you stated, rubbing your hand over your face, dreading what the topic is going to be about. 

"You think?" Ron asked, sighing as he made his way on the couch, a dull expression on his face. He let his body shrink, placing his arms over his knees and interlocking his fingers. His hair was ruffled after running his hands through it every now and then. He took out his wand from his back pocket, seeming to have bothered him as he sat down. He looked at it with a wandering expression, observing it like he's never seen it before. "Sorry if that came out rude, I'm just a little stressed," he sighed, running his hands over his hair again. 

"It's alright," you said, sliding on the hard wall behind you. You let your arms rest on your knees, playing with the loose threads on your jeans. You intertwined the threads on your finger, making your skin turn white. You were thoroughly entertained until Hermione made a nervous squirm. You looked up to see her, feeling her anxiety through the air. 

"Guys, it's four hours close to midnight," she observed, eyeing the clock on the wall with her eyebrows knitted together.

"Oh no," Harry sighed, his eyes falling on the floor, his shoulders going down with them.