"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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"Not a word?" Hermione said, a small gasp leaving her lips as she flicked through the Daily Prophet.
"No," said Y/N, annoyance slightly flickering through her face. "I don't know why he's so angry."
Hermione frowned and reached for Y/N's hand over the table. "I was thinking . . ."
"This ought to be good."
With an eye roll, Hermione paused, her fingers drumming on the table's surface. She studied Y/N for a moment before continuing. "I started a thing."
"A thing?" Y/N's eyebrows arched skeptically.
"This," Hermione said, cocking her head down at the box that sat next to her. Picking it up, she put it in between her and Y/N. When she took off the lid, Y/N's mouth parted in surprise as she looked at what was inside.
There were about fifty badges with fifty different colors — but it all bore the same name, "S.P.E.W"
"Spew?" Y/N asked, reaching for one. Holding it up the air between her fingers, twisting it around. "So, like, spew as in vomit?"
"No," Hermione scoffed, prying it out of Y/N's hand. Then, very proudly, said, "Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare!"
"Never heard of it," Y/N said.
"Duh," Hermione said as if she were dumb. "I've only just started it."
"How many members do you have?" Y/N asked.
"Four — including myself," Hermione said. "Five, if you join. You will, won't you?"
"Yeah, sure," Y/N shrugged indifferently.
"Really?" Hermione said, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"Sure, why not?"
Hermione extended her palm. "Two sickles, please."
"What?" Y/N's eyebrow shot up even higher.
"Two sickles to support the plight of the poor little elves, Y/N," Hermione's grin faded into a serious expression. "I've delved deep into the library on this. Elf enslavement has a long history. Astonishingly, nobody has taken action before."
"Well," Y/N began, tentatively. This seemed like something Hermione was passionate about. And Y/N knew better than to go against Hermione when she was passionate. But she had to say something. "That's kind of the whole thing of elves. Isn't it? To serve, I mean."
Hermione shot Y/N a nasty glare and the Ravenclaw sulked in her seat. "That's not fair."
"It's just how it works," Y/N said. Not thinking much of it.
