Obsessed

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"Lying?-"

"I didn't mean-"

"Shh!" Ron aggressively waved at his friends so that they'd remain quiet.

"Lying about what, Ron?" Bill interrogated.

"He said she's been sneaking around with Malfoy, doing who knows what, then lying about it like she's been doing it against her will." Ron told them and crossed his arms.

"That's not what I-"

"And I reckon him saying that she never even erased Malfoy's memories when she was supposed to." Ron continued, shaking his head at Y/N.

"Is this true-"

"No-"

"-Harry?" Bill finished his sentence over Y/N who was ready to speak already.

"I said that maybe she hasn't told me the full truth but, I'm willing to hear it." Harry shrugged as Y/N scoffed at him, "What?"

"What exactly did you say when you and Ron were talking outside?" Fleur questioned Harry with curiosity.

"I said that Y/N would never cheat on me and neither does she has a reason to lie to me about anything-"

"But you don't believe what she told you." Ron chipped in, trying to help Harry.

"What did I tell you?" Y/N crossed her arms and raised a brow at Harry.

Harry opened his mouth to respond, "Anything you ever said about Malfoy." Ron answered for him.

"What?" Y/N dropped her arms, knowing exactly everything she told Harry about Draco, "So you don't believe.."

Harry immediately knew what she was referring to by the look on her face.

"No! No- YES!" Harry quickly reached out to her as she made her way out of the door, his eyes filled with sorrow, "Of course, I-" He cut himself off after she made her exit from the room.

He groaned in frustration and turned to Ron. He sent Ron the deadliest of stares as Hermione did the same.

"What?" Ron furrowed his brows in confusion.

"I could kill you right now, Ron." Harry spoke through gritted teeth before running down the staircase to catch Y/N.

"What did I do?" Ron turned to Hermione who just shoved him away.

She made her way down, stopping where Y/N and Harry couldn't see her. Y/N was sitting with her arm propped up against her knee, her palm placed on her forehead.

She cut her eyes at Harry, "What do you want, Potter?" Y/N raised a brow.

"Really mature." Harry scoffed.

Y/N lifted her head and stood to reach his level, "Wanna talk about maturity? How about the fact that you chose to talk to Ron instead of me-"

"You're taking this way out of proportion-"

"No, no I don't think I am." Y/N stepped forward, making Harry step back, "If you wanted to you would've came and talked to me-"

"I tried!-"

"No, you didn't!-"

"Well, maybe you're just too good for me then, right? I try and I try but nothing's ever good enough." Harry shrugged, "You've never talked about me the way you talk about Malfoy." He lowered his voice.

"Why would you want me to talk about you in that way?" Y/N's brows scrunched almost as if she were cringing.

"Why wouldn't I? What you said today made my-"