"You are the love of my life," Y/N said. "I love you."
"If loving me comes with shame," Hermione breathed in a shaky breath. "I don't want your love."
In a matter of seconds, Y/N's world came tumbling down. Hermione's words hit her...
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As Y/N fluttered her eyes open, she realized it was Christmas morning. She had spent the previous night in Harry and Ron's dormitory, the trio choosing to celebrate Christmas Eve together. The room was filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement, permeating the air with a contagious energy.
But Y/N's peaceful awakening was abruptly interrupted when she felt two bodies pounce on her, tackling her playfully. A hand secured her head while another pinned her down, preventing any chance of escape.
"Ah! No!" Y/N exclaimed, her voice filled with mock protest, as she squirmed beneath Harry and Ron's firm grip. Their mischievous grins revealed their intent to engage in some light-hearted mischief.
"Get her, Ron!" Harry exclaimed, a mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes. Y/N's heart raced as Ron took up the challenge, his hands moving swiftly to unleash a torrent of tickles upon her. She flinched and fidgeted, unable to contain her screams and laughter, the tickling sensation tickling her senses and igniting a playful battle between them.
"No!" Y/N exclaimed, trying her best to kick Ron away, the sheer desperation in her voice evident.
"Have mercy!" she pleaded between bouts of laughter, her resistance proving futile against the relentless tickling assault. After a few moments of delightful torture, Harry finally relented, releasing his hold on Y/N, while Ron backed away with a triumphant grin.
The trio erupted into laughter, their joyous sounds filling the room as Y/N attempted to regain her composure, her face flushed and her breath coming in quick gasps.
"Told you, the last one to wake up gets a punishment," Ron said playfully, a gleeful twinkle in his eyes. Y/N rolled her eyes in response, a playful pout forming on her lips.
"You two are so cruel," she spat, her voice feigning annoyance, yet the warmth of their shared laughter revealed the depth of their bond. Harry and Ron continued to laugh uproariously, their laughter blending with the festive spirit of the morning, as they clutched their stomachs and tried to catch their breath.
Amidst the laughter and shared camaraderie, Y/N took a moment to compose herself, her gaze shifting to the mirror. She murmured a quiet
"Merry Christmas" to her reflection, taking a moment to fix her tousled hair and straighten her attire. The spirit of the season filled her heart with a renewed sense of joy and gratitude.
"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Harry and Ron chimed in unison, their voices filled with affection and friendship. In that moment, surrounded by the laughter and warmth of her dear friends, Y/N couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and appreciation. It was a Christmas morning filled with playful antics and cherished moments, a testament to the enduring bond they shared.
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Y/N paced back and forth in her room, her anticipation palpable as she prepared for the grand event. The room was filled with a sense of excitement and nerves, mirroring the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins. With utmost care and attention to detail, she had meticulously styled her hair, allowing each strand to cascade elegantly around her shoulders.
