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y'all are probably super surprised but i'm here!
told you consistency wasn't my thing :(
anyways in case anyone is still kind enough to care i will be posting short, more frequent updates! (y'all have no reason to believe me ik and i'm sorry :()
so ye this is short but i hope it's passable
I was busy glaring at a spot on the table in the commons when someone plopped down beside me on the couch.
"Hey Gin."
"...Hi."
We sat in silence when he suddenly grabbed my left wrist and turned it over to inspect my hand.
"Hey!" I protested, but he had already seen the cuts. He gave me a look and set my hand gently on the couch.
"You need to wash this with soap. Do you have any bandages? Or if it hurts, you could always apply-"
"Did you blow your nose so hard that all your brain fluids fell out of your nostrils or something?" I muttered darkly, grabbing my hand back and searching for my wand as Harry blinked confusedly. I uttered a simple spell and tapped my hand with the tip of my wand so that all that was left were a few small scars.
"There. It should completely heal in a few days. As for this…"
I grabbed his wrist in turn and looked at the carved words on it, feeling nothing other than a strong loathing towards Umbridge.
"...This isn't that simple," I finished with a scowl.
"How did you-"
"Ah, Harry, you're so obvious," I said as I searched inside my bag for the bottle I had for him. "The moment any attention comes on that hand, you hide it behind your back with the same dumb look."
I found the small flask and raised it up in triumph.
"Aha!"
"What's that?"
"Something much more effective than what Hermione gave you. She only knows the textbook version, this is an enhanced method that my mum taught us when we were little. This will actually heal it little by little, the Murtlap Essence only gives a bit of relief."
He put out his hand willingly.
"Aren't you even gonna ask what it's name is?" I asked him. "What if I'm secretly poisoning you or something?"
He laughed.
"I trust you."
I covered my pink ears with my hair, trying to focus on his hand.
"Gin, what do you think of Susan?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"She's nice. Perfect, even," I gritted out as I carefully placed a bandage around his palm.
"Yeah. So what do you really think of her?"
I looked up at him. He had the audacity to smirk at me and I growled.
"If you expect me to start badmouthing her in front of you, you're very mistaken."
"So you admit you don't like her!"
I kept my mouth shut and capped the bottle, shoving it inside my book bag.. I got cut with a sharp-pointed quill sticking out and hissed.
"Bloody quills...bloody bag…"
Harry chuckled and I glared at him.
"What's your problem?"
He shrugged, and when I realized he was going to say nothing, I turned to keep insulting my quill. I felt his strong gaze on me from beside.
"Stop staring at me, you cree-"
"You're pretty," he blurted out. My eyes widened. Harry avoided my stare and scratched the back of his head. I tried to stop the blush creeping onto my cheeks and looked away.
"And you're mentally deranged."
"Thanks, Gin."
"Anytime."
also the8horcrux ty for sticking w me and this weird story for so long i don't expect you to keep reading but just a sincere thanks, your reviews made my day for so long!