Abigail eyed Hermione worriedly. While she would never have to deal with Caitlyn at the level Ron and Hermione might have, she understood their pain nonetheless. Having a friend with an insufferable significant other was a universal feeling, Abigail told herself mentally. But if that was the case, then this should be easy, right?

Grabbing Ron’s tie, Hermione pulled him back into the huddle. “Ronald, focus! Abigail’s feelings for Harry, whether they be existent or not, don’t matter right now. We need to focus on the plan! Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen: Abs, there’s a blank, folded-up parchment in the trunk over there. Take it and I’ll show you how to use it in the girls’ dorm.” 

 Harry’s bewildered stare did not falter as Abigail attempted to lie her way out of his grasp. Though she adored being held by Harry, Abigail had hoped they would be holding hands in a different way and under different circumstances. And while Harry continued to grip her left wrist, Abigail went on scratching the back of her neck with her free hand.

 Hermione and Abigail stared intently at the youngest male Weasley with a confused frown. He continued to explain his theory thoroughly once more. In his mind, the idea that someone would break into Harry’s personal belongings seemed a bit farfetched, but then again, he and Hermione had just sent Abigail to attempt it only a few hours ago. The redheaded teenager sighed as he turned his attention back to the glow from the fireplace. Even if someone took it, how could they even be sure about all the facts?

 As the words left Abigail’s lips, she could feel the butterflies dance around her stomach once more. Whatever spell Harry had on her, she knew it wasn’t a good one. Immediately, the blonde turned into the bathroom stall once more, slammed the door and continued to throw up. She could feel herself getting weaker by the minute as she continued to make a fool of herself in front of the boy of her dreams.