Y/N and Harry opened a compartment door and saw a boy with blazing red hair.

“Hullo,” she said, waving. “Can I sit here?”

“I-er-sure,” he said, scooting over.

There was a short moment of silence.

Y/N brushed aside a loose strand of her H/C hair. “I’m Y/N Prewett. Nice to meet you.”

The red-haired boy shook her hand and said, “I’m Ron Weasley.”

“Harry Potter,” Harry said.

Well, you know the score. Hermione asks about a frog. They run into giant spiders. What’s next?

Two years later...

“HARRY FREAKING POTTER YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SCUM YOU RAT-” screeched Y/N. 

Harry laughed. “I GOT YOU- I GOT YOU SO HARD-”

Ron and Hermione were watching the scene with amused expressions. 

“Love...” whispered Ron.

“Mmhm,” replied Hermione.

The Gryffindor common room was empty except for the four best friends... and an exploding Chocolate Frog.

“SEE I WAS RIGHT HARRY CAN NEVER BE A GOOD PERSON I SWEAR TO GODRIC-” 

Y/N wiped chocolate off her face and straightened her Gryffindor tie. She slumped onto the couch. Harry followed suit and laid down on Y/N’s lap. Y/N flicked his head. 

“That’s for being a dolt.” Then she poked his head. “That’s for being stupid.” Then she clapped his ears. “And that’s for being my best friend.”

“Rude...” muttered Harry.

“More than just best friends, I say,” said Ron loudly.

Hermione smiled. “Yup,” Hermione said happily. “Soulmates.”

And Ron pretended to swoon.

“Rhonda...” sighed Y/N. “That is disgusting.”

Harry nodded. “You people are crazy.”

“Not us,” said Ron defensively. “Her.” He pointed to Y/N.

“True,” said Y/N. “I gotta agree.”

“Crazy in love,” said Hermione wittily. 

“Look who’s talking,” mumbled Y/N, and then added loudly, “Why haven’t you kissed Rhonda yet?”

“Y/N!” yelled Ron and Hermione in unison.

“You’re such soulmates that you even speak together- it’s love, isn’t it Harold?” Y/N turned to Harry, who nodded.

“Soulmates,” he said.

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Y/N idly flipped a page of The House on Mango Street.

“Watch’ya doing?” asked Harry, looking over her shoulder.

“Reading.”

“Wanna come play Monopoly with me?” Harry asked, ruffling her hair.

She turned to him. “Okay, first of all, I just combed my hair,” Y/N said sternly. “It took half an hour. And what in Merlin’s most chunky underwear is Monopoly?”

Harry smiled at her. “Okay, first of all, it doesn’t look like you combed your hair,” said Harry in a very bad imitation of Y/N’s voice. “And Monopoly is a very stupid Muggle game.”

Y/N sighed. “Harry- what’d I tell you about the mimicking?”

“Funny thing- I can’t remember.”

Y/N smirked. “And I can’t remember what you told me about not telling anyone that you-”

“Y/N...” said Harry reproachfully.

“HEY EVERYONE!” yelled Y/N to the students sitting in the common room. “HARRY POTTER OWNS A STUFFED ANIMAL KOALA WHICH HE CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT!”

A pause in which Harry facepalmed.

Then everyone laughed, most people saying stuff like, “Good joke, Y/N!” and “You’ve got great humor, kid!”

Y/N turned with a smirk to Harry who was still glaring at her.

“And everyone thinks it’s a joke, Harold,” she whispered in his ear. “The fact that you actually do sleep with a stuffed koala toy-” Y/N smiled. “Is it wrong that I do too?”

Harry’s mouth fell open. “You do?”

“It’s a panda, actually. But let’s go upstairs, it’s too loud here.”

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“The panda’s eyes are kinda creepy though,” said Harry, holding up the bear to the light.

“Which is why it faces the wall whenever I’m sleeping,” said Y/N as though this was a very sophisticated conversation.

“Get the camera,” Hermione whispered to Ron, the two standing in the doorway.

Luckily, Y/N and Harry didn’t notice.