A Secret Curse | Yandere Hogwarts

--mi amor

Dear Diary,

Where did they go?|

Where did they| go?

Where did | go?

Where did I| go?

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There Y/n was, sitting at a small round table with a little book in her hand. A pen was placed in front of her as her eyes boredom skimmed through the words.

Her words.

The book was her diary she kept since she was 7, and as if to feel any sort of nostalgia, she read through the pages like it was one of her favorite books.

Her first entry was dated July 20, 1986. Few years back when she still had pigtails in her hair. Right now, it was almost the start of November. The year 1995.

Dear Diary,

Wen I grow op, I want be a prinkes! |

(Translation: When I grow up, I want to be a princess!)

The h/c girl silently chuckled to herself as she remembered the words she spelled incorrectly. Her handwriting was also as sloppy as a pre-schooler, which she internally cringed of having to ever write when she was 7.

Y/n would often dream about the life of a modern day princess, where she would wear big fluffy dresses everyday. Even if it's just for breakfast!

Yet, now as she was in her teenage age, 16, she decided that being a princess was never in her bucket list.

Maybe something more reasonable.

Y/n flipped to another page and saw another entry that was dated at the late 1887's.

Diary Diary,

My papa is currently ' |

The words stopped there as dots of the ink's pen were placed instead, creating smudges around the paper.

Y/n's breath hitched at the horrid memory of where her father first slapped her. That was the reason her entry was left unfinished.

Even the thought of it still stung the left side of her cheek. She couldn't possibly ever forget the encounter that made her fear her own blood.

Feeling her breath go uneven, she forcefully closed the book with a loud thud. The dust that laid inside clouded the air.

She never was to look at the diary again. She knew why she never read, or even opened it for the past years. It was because of the PTSD she developed.

"Ey, Y/n! Just the person I wanted to see!" A voice called out joyfully, plopping themselves right in front of Y/n.

Y/n who flinched flickered her eyes to the person in front of her. She grabbed her diary and sat it on her lap, clearing her throat.

"I'm not in the mood for one of your pranks, oemor."

Her tone spatted emotionlessly as her eyebrows furrowed to make it look like she was annoyed by his presence.

Oemor, smiled teasingly. He tilted his head to the side.

"It's so funny and weird how you call me by that name. Honestly, it's cute how you are so oblivious."

Y/n scoffed angrily as she leaned over the desk, eyes glaring at the person in front of her.

"What's your real name, oemor?"

He smirked; "Where is the fun at that if you know?"

"You think this is funny?"

"Maybe." He propped his elbow on the table and rested his head at the palm of his hand. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at the girl in front of him.

He couldn't describe how he felt about the girl. If he was being honest, it was very amusing and hilarious when she got angry. Or even when she gives him an weak insult. He had never met someone he was so interested in. It felt like everything about her alarmed his senses as the days go on with him talking to her.

Not only that, but he thought this girl was cute. She wasn't the most attractive person he'd seen, but a person who he most definitely wants.

Or is it early to be wanting her already?

He thought of her as a person to be around with whenever he was bored, that was his initial thought when he had first met her.

But was it turning into something more?

He blamed it on his hormones. He believes it's something that will go away in a few days. Weeks.

But why not help his hormones a bit?

Just as the girl rolled her eyes and stood up to leave, the red-headed boy immediately jumped over the table that kept their distance apart. As Y/n's eyes widened, she felt his two hands push her back to her seat and felt her breath get knocked out of her.

His frame easily towered over her as he put his knee between her legs and his hands grabbed the side of the chair.

Y/n who was at lost for words, gaped upon his sudden boldness.

"Isn't this a nice position to be in, hm?" Oemor teased slightly, yet his voice held a seductive tone. It made Y/n nervous.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Get off of-"

"I'll give you five whole days to guess my name. Five whole days to think about me. Then, I'll tell you my real name. How does that sound?" He said in a low tone. Y/n could feel his hot breath at the side of her cheek, and due to the proximity between the two, his shoulder-length hair tickled the side of her neck as he leaned forward towards her.

Y/n held in her breath as she didn't dare move from her position. She had never been so close to someone before.

The red-head found her expression to be more cute than he thought it would be, silently enjoying how she wouldn't even look in his eyes. He would never admit it, but seeing her look so innocent made it even harder to control himself.

What is this Hufflepuff doing to him?

His slender fingers itched up from her arm, all the way to her jawline which he traced softly that it felt like an ant crawling up one's skin.

"You're so pretty, do you know that?" He whispered as he suddenly took her ahold of her jaw and turned it towards his face.

He suddenly smirked as he saw her eyes stare at him in bewilderment.

His hand dropped from her face as he pushed himself off of her.

"Five days. Good luck."

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