FIRST PERSON
"You can do better than that!" I stood off in front of Harry, bouncing a basketball.
I taught him how to play a couple weeks ago but, now it's the end of July and he still sucks. I've went easy on him but, he.. he's not good.
"You're a cheat!" Harry shouted.
I rolled my eyes and ran past him, doing a spin when he tried to block me. The ball went straight into the net, leaving me to celebrate by dancing.
Harry sighed and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, "Where'd you purchase the muscle?" I teased while hanging over his back.
"Ha, witty." Harry smirked and led me back into my house.
"Hey, we were just getting started!" I complained and hit his shoulder blade.
"Y/N.." He lowered me down onto the couch, "We began playing this morning."
"And?" I shrugged.
"It's nearly midnight." Harry chuckled and motioned to the window that displayed the pitched black sky. "Let's get ready for bed."
"That's cute." I looked up at him.
His hair was a tad bit sweaty, some of it sticking to his forehead. Harry didn't really wear shorts but now that he is, I noticed his legs. 'Would it be odd to compliment his-'
"Nice legs." I slapped his right calf and stood up to walk to the kitchen.
"Thanks?" Harry followed me and sat at the barstool, "Are you sure you don't want to do anything tomorrow?"
"Positive." I smiled over my shoulder at him.
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THIRD PERSON
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Fred and George shouted into Y/N's ear, waking her up out of her sleep.
"You fuckers." Y/N groaned into her pillow.
Fred and George exchanged looks of confusion at her American accent, "She's been doing that since we left- wake up, Y/N." Harry slowly peeled the covers off of her.
"Two more days.." Y/N turned the opposite way and took the covers back from him.
"You can't miss your birthday," Harry pulled her out of bed, "and mine." He realized.
"Ha! I'm older than you." Y/N giggled as she rubbed her eyes. She began to walk but then she stopped, "Aww.. I'm older than you." She stomped angrily.
"For exactly twenty four hours." Harry scoffed.
Y/N was led downstairs by Harry and- "SURPRISE!"
Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ginny, and a couple of others shouted just as Y/N was in their sight.
The adults, Sirius, Tonks, Remus, and the Weasley parents, were seated on the sofa, chatting about something.
Y/N's eyes landed on Draco and Harry followed her line of sight. He turned around to the twins who were behind them, "Why is he here?"
"Harry.." Y/N stood with wide eyes and an awkwardly forced smile.
"Yes?" Harry responded, stopping and turning to face her.
"A word." She dragged him back up the steps.
Harry had slight confusion because of her actions but he kind of expected something like this to happen. He always wanted to impress her, no matter the outcome.
Y/N pulled him into the nearest restroom, "Really?" She motioned to her pajamas.
"I thought you'd enjoy it.." Harry frowned.
"I love it- I really do but, I told you I wished to just spend the day with you," She explained frantically, waving her hands around, "And why is Malfoy in my house? Again!?"
"I dunno!" Harry quickly and fearfully responded, "Fred and George invited everyone."
"Everyone should leave- no offense to your party. I don't mean to sound ungrateful but, Harry, it's Neville's birthday! Why is he here- he should be celebrating his own birthday!" She frustratedly ranted.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't realize-"
She started feeling guilty, "No!" Y/N softened her expression, "Just- let me get dressed and we can take everyone elsewhere." She smiled at him.
Harry cheered up, "Okay. What about-"
"Birthday girl!" Fred barged into the restroom, causing Harry to jump.
"Fred," Y/N sighed, "I could've been naked."
"Why is that a problem?" Fred went serious for a moment, causing Harry to huff, "Anyway, everyone's asking for you. They believe you two are snogging in here."
"Wait a second.." Y/N realized something, "Didn't you say you'd open your shop on my birthday?" She lit up.
"Sure did!" Fred matched her excitement, "Couple more hours."
"Brilliant!" Harry grabbed Y/N's hand, "We'll just be on our way then- after the party."
"One more question," Y/N stopped Harry as he tried to lead her out of the bathroom, "Why is Malfoy alive and standing in my living area?"
"George and I have an ongoing er.. agreement.." Fred scratched the back of his head and made his way back to the party.
"Those dickheads." Y/N used her American accent again.
"You have to stop that." Harry insisted.
"Nah." Y/N continued.
"That's insanely good, wait-" Harry cleared his voice as they made their way to Y/N's bedroom so she could change. He took a deep breath in, "H- I won't even try."
Y/N genuinely laughed at him, "I didn't expect you to do it correctly, anyway."
"Shove off." Harry pushed her into the room.
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Y/N and Harry walked back down to.. "George is arsehole, George is a sucker, I wouldn't be surprised if George humped your mother."
"That's.. actually not a bad thing-"
"George!" Molly shouted from another room, overhearing Fred and George's rap battle.
George's eyes widened, "Sorry, mum!"
Y/N and Harry were wearing similar outfits, wanting to make their relationship clearer than it was.
They wore white tees, Y/N's being shorter, and a red, black, and white flannel to go over it. Harry wore his signature jeans, and Y/N wore her's that were much more fitting.
Their shoes were a pair they bought in LA, Harry just now finding out how much he liked American sneakers. They were red, black, and white jordan ones.
(A/N : omg i live for 90's fashion BUT you are allowed to change their fits ♡)
"First mission," Y/N whispered to Harry, "Get rid of Malfoy. I don't really care how, honestly."
"That's cruel." Harry displayed a face of disorientation.
"Is it really?" Y/N sarcastically smiled at him.
"So, how do we get rid of Malfoy?" Harry nodded along.
"Obviously, I'll have to do it since- he'd never listen to you," Y/N mumbled the last part, "He's very gullible so.. just- promise me you won't get jealous."
"What's your plan.." Harry felt a bit worried.
"I'll lure him out front, take his wand, then come back in and lock the doors." Y/N shrugged, knowing the plan would work.
"Can't you just-" Harry lifted his hands and aimed at Draco, imitating Y/N's powers and motioning towards the door. Y/N tried not to laugh as he made the sounds to go with it.
"He'd still have his wand, Mr. Brilliant." Y/N tilted her head then headed towards the kitchen.
"Then just-" Harry called after her but she was far enough away, "take it in the process.."
"Fred, George, play some tunes, already!" Ron called out, making everyone respond and chant along. Seamus was the loudest.
"Alright, alright!" Fred and George calmed the crowd and started a song on Y/N's speakers.
Ron smiled at what they chose, Rock With You by Michael Jackson. He ran up to his brothers, "Guess what, guys!" He excitedly pulled them aside.
"Yes, Ronnikens?" George teased.
"I met Micheal Jackson," Ron smiled brightly, "In Hollywood!"
Fred and George looked at each other, "Wicked." Their eyes widened.
Ron started to dance to the music in response. He thought it was best to roll up his sleeves, "Ronald Weasley!" He stopped at the sight of his mom.
She rushed over to him, "Yes, mum?" Ron hid his arm behind his back.
"Just who do you feel you are!?" She pulled his left arm out, "This is deviant behavior- are you a wise young man or a deviant?" Molly shouted.
"I hardly think-"
"You are no longer allowed out of the country!" Molly cut him off, making him flinch back.
"Yes ma'am.." He dropped his head.
"Did Harry get one as well?" Sirius overheard everything and walked over. Ron shook his head to defend his friend, "That's hard to believe." Sirius went to find Harry.
Meanwhile, "Hi, Draco." Y/N leaned over the counter at the white haired boy who was chatting with Pansy.
"Hi, Y/N." Pansy nervously waved at Y/N before Draco could say anything.
"Greetings, Pansy." Y/N replied with a smile. Her and Pansy never really had any problems since, Y/N was very committed to Harry, and wouldn't take Draco from her.
Although, Pansy wouldn't mind being with Y/N either, if you know what I mean..
"I'll speak with you later, Parkinson," Draco tilted his head at Pansy, "Obviously, the birthday girl wishes for my attention." He smirked.
Y/N turned to Pansy and gave her an annoyed smile, "Yes.. clearly." She sarcastically replied and made her way to their side of the island.
Pansy got where it was going and walked away to speak with someone else. Draco turned to Y/N and sat his cup down onto the counter.
Y/N turned her attention to the counter and noticed his wand was sat on top of it. Luckily, this made her job easier.
Now, all she has to do is get him to go outside.
"Let's talk outside." She abruptly grabbed his arm, knowing she didn't really have to try too hard with him.
"Why can't we just talk here?" Draco stopped walking.
Y/N did not expect that.
"I have to do this in private." Y/N sent him a face that displayed determination and he caught on.
Draco smirked and let her lead him out the front door, "What about your boyfriend?"
"Do you wish for him to join?" Y/N put on a face of pure disgust, "Didn't know you were like that-"
"Don't mock my existence." Draco cringed.
Y/N got all the way to the door, then she opened it. Draco stupidly stepped in front of her, giving her room to push him outside and lock the door.
"Idiot." Y/N shook her head.
Draco banged on the door, "You foul blood-traitor!" He scowled, "My father will hear about this!"
"Tell your father, to suck my-"
"Y/N!" Hermione raced up to her friend, "You have yet to speak one word to me." She sighed in disbelief, "Happy birthday."
Hermione pulled her in for a hug, "Thanks, Hermit." Y/N smiled.
Then she realized something.
"Neville!" Y/N caught onto Neville's arm as he walked by.
"Oh, hi, Y/N-"
"Happy birthday!" Y/N and Neville spoke at the same time.
Y/N pulled him in for a hug. When they let go, she led them over to the kitchen, and picked a box up from the island, "I got you this." She handed it to Neville.
"Really?" Neville kindly grabbed it and took the top off, "No way!" He shouted excitedly.
"I knew you'd like it-"
"Like it? I love it!" He pulled out his gift, revealing a mini Dirigible Plum tree, "I- I'm starting to believe my present won't reach your expectations.." He frowned.
"I highly doubt that." Y/N waved him off, gesturing that she disagreed.
"Happy birthday, Y/N." Luna joined the group, "Nice plum tree, Neville. Y/N must be quite the gift giver." She smiled.
"Yeah, she is." Neville admired his plant.
"Alright, can we have everyone's attention, please?" Fred and George jumped on top of the kitchen island, startling the people that were standing around it.
Fred had a gift in his hand, and George was still holding his bottle of Butterbeer.
"There you are!" Harry unexpectedly grabbed Y/N's hand, popping up out of nowhere.
"Here I am." Y/N chuckled softly.
"Sirius was pretty alright with this for some odd reason," He motioned to his tattoo, "I thought-"
"Shut your mouth, Harry!" Fred and George interrupted him.
Harry awkwardly cleared his throat, "Sorry.."
George spoke up first, "Time for presents!"
"Yeah, presents time!" Fred added on as everyone else started to cheer and surround them. He jumped down, George following, "Ours first!"
"Yeah, open our's first- up you go!" George lifted her onto the counter.
"Shouldn't mine be first-"
"It's not about you, Harry." The twins spoke in unison, specifically to the chosen one himself.
"Alright," Y/N took the gift from Fred after he held it up to her level, "From Fred and George!"
"Fred and George!" The crowd repeated.
Y/N opened the box, immediately being ambushed in the face by confetti.. and flour.
"Happy birthday!" Fred and George shouted as everyone else laughed. Everyone but Harry who thought she was pissed.
"Happy birthday to me!" Y/N shouted and lifted her hands into the air.
"Yeah!" Everyone shouted.
"And Neville!" She added on.
The people gladly cheered, "Neville!"
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Fred and George's shop was so swag. I'm sorry. Anyway, it was insanely colorful and filled with smiling faces.
There were gadgets and gizmos a-plenty. Not to mention the who's it's and what's it's galore. Want thingamabobs? They've got more than twenty.
"What's this?" Harry picked something up.
"Don't touch anything if you wish to make it out alive and uninjured." Y/N proposed and made her way over to Hermione and Ginny.
"Hello, ladies." Fred and George smoothly walked over to them.
"Love potions, eh?" George pointed out the bottles Hermione and Ginny were examining, "Then again, the way we hear it, sis, you're doing just fine on your own."
"Meaning?" Ginny shot them a glare.
"Are you not currently dating Dean Thomas?" George continued on.
Ginny looked over to Y/N, "It's none of your business." She said to the twins.
'Poor Seamus..' Y/N chuckled to herself. "Ginny, I thought you loved me!" She called after the redhead.
Harry made his way over, standing a few steps behind Hermione who was still looking at the love potions.
Y/N began to walk away, locking eyes with someone.
Cormac Mclaggen.
He was harshly looking her up and down with a wide smirk. Y/N sent him a face that shown she was very grossed out and he awkwardly looked away.
Harry scrunched his brows and walked over to Y/N, "Something bothering you?" He looked off in the direction she was staring in.
"Just.. another stupid boy." Y/N shrugged it off.
"Who?" Harry glanced at her, then examined the room.
"No one." Y/N attempted to drag him away.
Harry shook her off of him, "Who was it?"
"Calm down-"
"Who? Who was it? Tell me who-"
"Alright, jeez, Hedwig." Y/N giggled and laid her hand against his chest, "It was Mclaggen."
"Oh.." Harry paused, "Do you find him attractive-" Y/N interrupted him with a peck on the lips.
Harry smiled as she pulled away, "Look." She turned his head to face Cormac, "He's focused on Hermione now." She turned to face Harry.
'Wait a minute..' Y/N did a double take towards Cormac, "Eyes off of her-"
"Do you think you could-" Harry tapped his finger against his lips, "Can we do that again? It's just- it's so rare with you-"
"Eyes off of her I said!" Y/N ignored Harry and stomped over to Cormac.
Simultaneously, "How much for this?" Ron asked his brothers who stopped midway up the staircase to respond to him. He was holding up one of their products, preparing to buy it.
"Five Galleons." The twins replied.
"How much for me?" Ron corrected himself with a smile as if he knew he'd get a discount.
"Five Galleons." Fred and George scrunched their brows at him.
"I'm your brother.." Ron reminded them.
His twin brothers humorously shrugged at him, "Ten Galleons." They continued up the steps.
Ron sorrowfully turned around and put his item back, "Come on, let's go." He spoke to Harry, Y/N, and Hermione, who were now standing together.
As they exited, someone spoke up, "Hi, Ron." The female voice said, catching Ron's attention.
"Hi." Ron confusedly smiled at her.
They made it outside to the dark alley they had to walk through to get to the joke shop. Death Eaters had basically taken the happiness away from Diagon Alley.
"How are Fred and George doing it?" Hermione voiced over the silence, "Half the Alley's closed down."
"Fred reckons people need a laugh these days." Ron responded to his friend.
Y/N had stopped and looked around, feeling someone's eyes on her. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling though, it's something she's been feeling a lot recently.
It's almost like, she was being followed.
"You alright?" Harry let Ron and Hermione continue walking, staying behind with Y/N.
"Yeah, it's just-" She glanced around one last time, "This is the spot."
"It is.." Harry smiled and scanned the area.
"Looks much different than when we met-"
"Draco." They spoke at the same time, shivering afterwards to relieve the moment.
Footsteps.
"Guess.. this is when I kiss you.." Harry inched forward, a smirk held on his face. Y/N uncomfortably stepped back, "Are you sure you're okay, darling?"
"It feels like somebody's watching us." Y/N admitted, jerking her head in various directions.
"Like.." Harry shifted, "That one Micheal Jackson song?" He used her humor to eliminate the creepy feeling he felt.
"What?" Y/N turned to him with a slight grin.
"You know.." Harry smiled, "The one that goes, "I always feel like, somebody's watchin' mee"." He sang and moonwalked backwards towards Ron and Hermione.
"Stop that." Y/N's eyes widened as she giggled, "Stop that forever."
"Only for you, girl." Harry impersonated MJ, leaving Y/N to abruptly laugh at him. He obviously joined her, smiling like an idiot.
"Oh, no." Hermione caused them to stop walking, "Everyone got their wands from Ollivander's."
Harry led them into the now abandoned shop, feeling a major change of emotion.
"This makes me so angry.." Y/N whispered as Ron walked over to the window.
"Harry?" Ron caught the boy's attention, "Is it me, or do Draco and Mummy look like two people who doesn't want to be followed?"
Hermione and Y/N joined the two boys as they stood in front of the glass, witnessing Draco and Narcissa being very suspicious.
As first instinct, they followed them anyway. Through all of the ruckus, all of the crazy people, until finally, they reached a shop.
Borgin & Burke was the shop's name.
Obviously, they knew not to just walk in behind them like idiots.
Instead, they climbed up the roof of another building, now able to see inside through a large window.
"He seems to be really turned on by that wardrobe looking thing.." Y/N pointed out.
Draco was examining the Vanishing Cabinet. He was feeling on it- caressing it even.
"That's some kinky shit." Y/N muttered.
Narcissa began whispering something into her son's ear, right before a large, black figure stepped out and blocked everything.
The four roof climbers instantly ducked down, trying to stay hidden.
By the time they slid back up, the window was covered from the inside.
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