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I watch then until their faces are inches away, "ye-yeah... thanks for asking..." she blushes.

I don't know why, but I like her. Yes, she's younger than me, but I can't help it.

"Both of you, what do you think you're doing." I glared at them.

"Lesson finished, " I said as we three went down to the ground.

"That Quidditch Cup'll have our name on it this year," I said we as trudged back up to the castle. 

"I wouldn't be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he could have played for England if he hadn't gone off chasing dragons," I said to Harry.

"Well, I have to go now. Goodbye, and have a nice night, Y/N." Harry waved goodbye to her and excused himself.

"Should I escort you to your common room?" I smiled down at her.

She looked up to me and nodded, "Th-thanks."

I held her hand as both of us walk to the hallway; some students were looking at us, mostly glaring at me.

Once we reach the dungeon, their portrait glared down at me. I covered my ears as she whispered the password, the door swung open.

"Well, um, I ha-have to go now." She said.

"Alright, then." Both of us slowly let go of each other.

"Y/N."

I grabbed her wrist and spun her to me; she looked at me at the eyes.

"Have a beautiful night, princess." I kissed her forehead.

Her eyes widen, "I-I, I have t-to go now. Goodbye, and you too." she ran inside.

The portrait close, she looked down at me while raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Not.a.word," I said, and left.

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On Halloween morning, we woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors and room.

"Oh, Salzar, I am hungry." I heard some moving towards the bed in front of me.

"Knight, come on. We have to go, oh and by the way. Here's a gift for you." I handed her a box.

I got her a muggle watch, I have heard so many stories about muggles from Hermione and also Dean since he grew up thinking he's a muggle turns out he's not, he's a half-blood.

I don't even know my blood status, but uncles and aunties told me it doesn't matter as long I treat them nice and they'll do the same thing to me.

"What for?" She rubs her eyes as she opened the box.

"Hold on, what's this?" She said and held the watch up.

"A muggle watch?"

"Yes, I know that. But what for?"

"Because it's your birthday?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh yeah, ~ totally forgot about that." She muttered.

"Is there something wrong?" I went over to her bed and sat down.

"No, no, and thanks, by the way." She smiled at me and hugged me tightly.

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Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought we were ready to start making objects fly, something they had all been dying to try since we would see him make Neville's toad zoom around the classroom.

Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practice. Harry's partner was Seamus. Ron, however, was to be working with Hermione.

It was hard to tell whether Ron or Hermione was angrier about this. She hadn't spoken to either of them since the day Harry and I broomstick had arrived. 

And my partner is Neville, the others were on the right side and are on the left side. Neville was late, so I offered him a seat next to me.

And also, I've been trying to practice myself calling my family professor, but not to grandpa. 

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" Professor Flitwick said, perched on top of his pile of books as usual.

"Swish and flick, remember swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too -- never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest. "

Ron, at the next table, wasn't having much more luck with Hermione.

"Wingardrium Leviosar!" he waves his wand fast numerous times. Hermione stops him.

Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar." 

"You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on." I overheard their conversation, well they are loud.

Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand, "Wingardium Leviosa." The feather glows and lifts up.

"Wingardium Leviosia." I heard Neville whispered, but his feather didn't fly.

"Neville, want some help?" I asked him, and he nodded.

"Oh, so, you just have to wave your wand, like what the professor said swish and flick, then say what word," I said, and grabbed my wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa," I whisper my wand, and the feather flew up.

"Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger and Ms. Dumbledore done it! Oh, splendid!" I looked at Hermione, and we both smiled at each other.

"Wingardium Leviosa," I saw Knight swish her wand, and the professor flew in the air.

"Excellent, Mr. Knight! Now now, please put me down." The professor said, and Knight placed her hand slowly.

"See? It's alright; it's easy." I grabbed him and placed mine on top of his.

I felt eyes looking at us but ignore it, "Say the word, Neville."

"Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Leviosa," Neville said, lost of time.

"Neville, you're saying it right, but maybe say it one time only." I smiled at him, and his cheeks became red.

"Alright... Wingardium Leviosa." Both of us swished his wand. It flew up.

"See! You did great, Neville!" I patted his head and giggled.

"Th-thanks Y-Y/N." He looks down, his face red.

Seamus begins swishing at his feather. "Wingard Levosa."

"Well done, dear." A mighty explosion flashes. Professor Flitwick gasps, as we all turn to the source of the explosion

"Whooaaa! Ooh." We see that Seamus is charred again with his feather, now smoldering to ashes...

"I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor."

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Hermione and I, along with my Slytherin friends who are comfortable with her, and they are not mean with her either.

We all got out of the class, and in front of us were Neville, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean.

"It's Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar. She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!" Ron said.

The five us looked at Hermione, and her expression was sad and shock, then she began to speed up her walk and bumped to them. I heard her sniffing in tears.

"I think she heard you," Harry said, we all caught up with them and crossed our arms.

"You think? Ronald Weasley, you're such a git" I stared at them and rolled my eyes.

"She's wasn't wrong, though." The four snickers, I ran after Hermione,

I asked some ghosts and a portrait if they saw her, they said they saw her running to the girl's toilet.

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"Hermione, please, come out now." I slid down to the door and sat on the floor.

"Go away, Y/N! Ron is right! I got no friends!"

"Then, what am I? A sack of disappointment?"

"Y/N! You are not a disappointment!" She opened the stall, and imminently cupping my cheeks.

"Thanks, and it seems like you're out of the stalls now." I chuckled, wiping her tears away.

"Thank you, but you should not call yourself like that." She sighed.

"Well, I'm sorry-"

"-Y/N... Don't move... Do not move..." Hermione's eyes went wide as she was slowly moving.

"Wh-why..." My breath is slowing.

"Th-there is a tr-troll..." She pointed behind me, I slowly turned around, and it was a big troll staring down at us.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

"HERMIONE! RUN!" I said as the troll swings his large club and smashes it to the stalls.

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It was Halloween night; I heard that it was Y/N's best friend's birthday, Knight.

Their friends and some Slytherin students gave him some presents; I still don't know if Knight is a girl or a boy.

But I noticed that Y/N is not there, even Hermione.

"Where's Hermione?" I asked.

"Parvati Patil and Kayden Knight said that she wouldn't come out of the girl's bathroom, they said she'd been in there all afternoon and... Crying." Neville said.

I landed at Ron with a disapproving look, all he did was shrugs.

"Oh, and Y/N was with Hermione, trying to comfort her at the girl's bathroom," Neville added.

But then Professor Quirrell comes running into the Great Hall in panic.

"TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON! T-TROOLLL IN THE DUNGEON!" Professor Dumbledor rises from his seat as we all look at the professor, and he stops, and there is utter silence.

"Thought you ought to know." Then he passed out; the hall was silent; then everyone started freaking out, screaming and running.

"SILENCE!!!" We all stop and calm down.

"Everyone will please, not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their houses back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons."

"Hufflepuff, this way!"

"Stay together!"

"WHAT KIND OF BIRTHDAY IS THIS?!" I heard Knight screamed as they were left in the great hall because their dorm is in the dungeon.

Percy was in his element. "Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me; I'm a prefect!"

"How could a troll get in?" I asked as we climbed the stairs. 

"Don't ask me, they're supposed to be really stupid," said Ron. "Maybe Peeves let it in for a Halloween joke also for the birthday kid."

"But it seems like Knight didn't like it."

"Yeah, I know."

We passed different groups of people hurrying in different directions. We shouldered our way through a crowd of confused Hufflepuffs, but then I remember something, I grabbed Ron's arm.

"I've just thought -- Hermione. "

"What about her?"

"She doesn't know about the troll. Also... Y/N is with her."

Ron bit his lip. "Oh, bloody hell," he snapped. "But Percy'd better not see us."

Ducking down, we joined the Hufflepuffs going the other way, slipped down a deserted side corridor, and hurried off toward the girls' bathroom. We had just turned the corner when we heard quick footsteps behind them.

"Percy!" hissed Ron, pulling me behind a giant stone griffin.

Peering around it, however, it wasn't Percy but Snape. He crossed the corridor and disappeared from view.

"What's he doing?" I whispered. "Why isn't he down in the dungeons with the rest of the teachers?"

"Search me. "

Quietly as possible, we crept along the next corridor after Snape's fading footsteps.

"He's heading for the third floor," HI said, but Ron held up his hand.

"Can you smell something?"

I sniffed, and a foul stench reached to my nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean. 

And then we heard it -- a low grunting and the shuffling footfalls of large feet. Ron pointed -- at the end of a passage to the left, something immense was moving toward us. We shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.

It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a massive wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. 

The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.

"The keys in the lock," I muttered. "We could lock it in. "

"Good idea," said Ron nervously. 

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They edged toward the open door, mouths dry, praying the troll wasn't about to come out of it. With one great leap, Harry managed to grab the key, slam the door, and lock it.

scream,

"Yes!"

Flushed with their victory, they started to run back up the passage, but as they reached the corner, they heard something that made their hearts stop -- a high, petrified scream -- and it was coming from the chamber they'd just chained up.

"Oh, no," said Ron, pale as the Bloody Baron.

"It's the girls' bathroom!" Harry gasped.

"Y/N and Hermione!!" they said together. 

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"HELP! HELP!" Hermione and I screamed.

But then the troll swung its club towards us, and I wipe my tears. But then the troll is standing there. I back up into the stall, protecting Hermione, just as the troll raises its club and smashes the top part of the stalls. Hermione and I scream. Then Harry and Ron come bursting in.

"Y/N!! HERMIONE!!"