'Y/N Y/L/N FAKE LOVE?!'

Immediately, her lips pursed together, knowing that this article must've been written by none other than Rita Skeeter, how lovely.

' ɢɪʀʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴍɪꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ꜰɪꜰᴛᴇᴇɴ-ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ʏ/ɴ ʏ/ʟ/ɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛ, ᴍᴜɢɢʟᴇ-ʙᴏʀɴ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ.

ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ' ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛꜰᴜʟ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪ ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ ɢɪʀʟ' ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ.

"ꜱʜᴇ' ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɢʟʏ," ꜱᴀʏꜱ ᴘᴀɴꜱʏ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴꜱᴏɴ, ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴠɪᴠᴀᴄɪᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʜ-ʏᴇᴀʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ, "ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ' ʙᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱʜᴇ' Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ʙʀᴀɪɴʏ. ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ' ʜᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ' ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ."

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ʙᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴀʟʙᴜ ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ʏ/ɴ ʏ/ʟ/ɴ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙʟᴏᴡ.'

"What the fuck is this." Y/N scoffed irritatedly, not noticing even her own antidote was now overcooking as she slammed the Prophet back onto the empty seat, "Didn't we warn them enough?"

The Ravenclaw hadn't realise what she had just said as she irritatedly went back to her antidote, quickly turning the burner off, oblivious to the questioning look from Hermione, "Warn who about what?"

Instantly, the Ravenclaw's eyes widened, recalling that only she and Harry knew what had happened that night near the Slytherin Common Room, she exchanged a short glance with the raven-haired boy before turning to Hermione with a sheepish grin, "Uh..nothing...no one."

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