Obsessed

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After turning, I realized it had fallen into the water. Myrtle laughed and soared away as if she had done it herself.

"Let's go." I couldn't help but laugh as I grabbed the shirt and squeezed the water out of it.

Harry led me out and I shivered as soon as we left the room, "Holy fuck."

"Here," Harry stopped and swiftly took off his hoodie, "I hope that helps." He started to put it on for me. I helped him out and put my hands through the sleeves.

"Thanks.." I looked up at him as he stood in front of me like he wanted to say something.

"No worries.." He glanced at the floor.

I could feel the tension piercing through my skin when we made eye contact.

He wiped away a few suds that were on my cheek and returned to the stance we were first in.

There was no talking for a few seconds, "I'm.. really glad you can't read minds." Harry mumbled.

"Hooray!" A familiar french accent caused our heads to turn, "You two have officially made up, yes?" Fleur enthusiastically clapped her hands.

She was making her way into the prefects bathroom because I informed her on what Cedric told me.

"Still friends." I assured politely.

"More than that very soon." Fleur made her way into the bathroom with a gentle smile.

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THIRD PERSON
"Tell me again, Y/N." Hermione declared to her friend that had her face laid on a fat book.

The four of them were in the library, trying to figure out what Y/N would have to do for her next task. Ron was asleep in a chair not too far and Hermione shook him awake, handing him the egg.

"Don't stress her out, Hermione." Harry sighed and tried his best to stay awake.

"She needs to be stressed out, Harold." Hermione snapped back at him. Harry bolted up and glared at Y/N who was smirking slightly.

"Come seek us where our voices sound," Y/N practically groaned at how many times shes said it already.

"Black Lake.. obviously." Hermione confirmed.

"An hour long you'll have to look." Y/N continued with the same tone as before.

"Also obvious, potentially problematic though.." Hermione leaned against a chair.

""Potentially problematic"?" Harry whipped his head to her, "When's the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?" He began to raise his voice due to irritation.

"Calm down, we'll figure it out together. Besides, you're not the one that has to do it." Hermione sighed loudly.

"We could always trade places." Y/N mumbled into the crevice of her book on the desk.

"Hate to break up the skull session. Professor Mcgonagall would like to see you in her office." Mad-eye approached the four teens. Y/N almost stood up, "Not you, Dixon. Granger and Potter."

"But sir, the next task is in a couple hours-"

"Exactly why Dixon needs her rest. Go. Now!" Moody motioned to the exit and Ron followed them even though he wasn't called to go.

"Goodnight, Y/N." Ron sat the golden egg down beside Y/N and left for bed.

"Longbottom!" Alastor called out to someone who Y/N had no clue that was there, "Why don't you help Dixon put her books back." He began to exit and Neville walked over to an exhausted Y/N.

"If you're interested in plants-"

"Neville!" Y/N shouted, startling him.

"Huh?" He replied quickly as she stood up from her seat.

"You can help me! I'm so glad you're here." Y/N sighed through a state of happiness.

Neville smiled excitedly, at first thinking she'd tell him to shut up or something. "Are there any plants or something that could help me.. breathe underwater?"

"Yes!" Neville gleefully responded, "I know exactly what can help you. A Gillyweed!"

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