"That's...wow." Newt's glittered face was wrapped in shock by my recount of events that occurred the night previous. The rest of the boys seemed just as baffled by my story. I had told them the whole thing from start to finish after lunch had been done and over with.

"Yeah." I said softly. "Hey Frypan do you have any leftover cookies?" People's groans echoed the homestead from my lack of attentiveness.

"Nah, sorry y/n." One of Frypan's lashes threatened to droop off.

"Eh that's okay. Well I'm gonna let that all settle, it seems like you guys have a lot to process, and Gally is going to help me move my stuff into the treehouse." Gally sat up from his chair and followed me to my hobble of a closet. After he unlocked it we gathered all of my belongings (which wasn't that much in the first place). I lingered in the doorway for a moment, remembering all the times I had slept in there, all the spiders that I had killed after they would crawl over me. "Goodbye Harry Potter closet. You were a real one." I bid farewell to my dark home tracing my finger on the door's frame.

"Who's Harry Potter?" Gally asked as he held a box stuffed full of my random crap. I rolled my eyes leaving the closet behind.

"Uh Harry Potter's only like the boy who lived."

"What'd this Harry Pothead live through?"

"He survived  You-Know-Who."

"Who? What?"

"That's his alias Dummy. His real name is Voldemort but people don't say it because they're scared shitless of him." I continued talking as we stepped out to the homestead's porch. "I cannot believe the creators wiped Harry Potter from your memory. That is a crime." I looked up at his face as we walked towards the treehouse, analyzing him. "You'd probably be a Slytherin."

"A Slyther-what?"

"This glade is hopeless." I grumbled while shaking my head. Then something caught my eye. The treehouse. It was just like how Gally had drawn it, down to every detail. A happy sigh escaped my mouth. Inhabited by a new found joy, I beamed. "That's it?" One of my hands found Gally's arm.

"Well yeah y/n, where else could it be." A permanent smile turned up the corners of my mouth. My face almost hurt from smiling.

"That's mine?" My heart fluttering at the prospect of having something I could make into my own perfect place. A place where I would stay. Where I could kick people out of on a whim.

"All yours." It took all of my willpower to not let squeals escape from my throat. I had a reputation to uphold and I wasn't about to look like a little girl. I instead channeled my excitement into jostling Gally's upper arm roughly, borderline violent.

"God I love you, you Nerd!" I said, still shaking him. My eyes never leaving my new home I asked. "Can I go up?"

"Yeah that's what it's for y/n, for you to go up it." I tore away from him, exhilaration bubbling in the root of my stomach. I clambered up each one of the ladder's rungs, desperate to reach the top. Gally followed close behind, climbing with one hand, holding my stuff with the other. We were there on the small deck, right in front of the door.

I couldn't take the anticipation anymore. It was almost like an itch I needed to scratch. So I bursted right through the door. Stepping through the doorway, I spun around, marveling at the structure.

"You like it?" Gally asked, setting down my things and joining me in the corner I had sat in.

"It's perfect." I pressed my cheek against his sleeve. My head leaning itself on his shoulder.

"Glad my girlfriend likes it." His voice attempting to croon.

"Ugh don't say it like that." I laughed, taking my head away. "Makes it sound gross."

"Yes ma'am." He replied, the always present edge to his tone seemed to have disappeared. I let my head fall back to it's original place.

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"Y/n would you quit that." I kept popping the bubblegum I had stashed in my pocket over and over and over again. We had been in the treehouse, trying to figure out the whole fake dating thing. Exactly how we would plan everything out, make things believable. I had gotten distracted by candy, which would've been fine if I hadn't started to make it my mission to annoy Gally with it.

It seemed like he had had enough of my antics but I didn't care. I kind of enjoyed bugging him. Gave me something to do. "Stop it y/n. Stop it or I'm gonna take it from you." I grinned blowing another bubble in his face and felt that mischievous rush when it snapped noisily. That was Gally's last straw.

He grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me closer to him on the treehouse's wooden floor. I quickly put the gum back in my mouth.

"Ha ha can't get it now." I was acting childish...but I really didn't care.

"Give it." His eyebrows furrowed with irritation. I shook my head from side to side smiling. "Okay then, don't say I didn't warn you." I was humored by his last statement.

"Oh really? What's Gally gonna do about-" That was when he pinched my nose close. I clamped my mouth closed stubbornly. He was not getting my gum.

"Come on y/n, you're being ridiculous." My face started to turn purple, my vision shaking. Lungs begging to be filled with air, almost hurting with how long I held my breath. "Just spit it out." My eyelids started to flutter and that's when I had the best idea. I "passed out".

When my body went limp and eyes fell to a close is when Gally released his grip.

"Y/n?" He shook me by the shoulders slightly. "Y/n?!" He shook me harder. "Oh God I think I killed her." I let my eyes snap open and hooked an arm around his neck.

"Boo!" I scared him so badly he fell onto his back. Leaving me hovering over him...arm and neck still connected.

"What are you crazy?!" His chest heaving up and down.

"Yup! Straight from the nuthouse!" I giggled (which was not something I did often). Taking his free hand I spat the gum on his palm, making sure to add some spit. "There you go." I said cheerily, closing his fingers onto my gift.

"You're disgusting."

"Thank you." Everything he could think of to say I had about a million sarcastic remarks rearing to go. He found a piece of paper in his pocket and wrapped the gum in it, shoving it back in his pants. Gally wiped the rest of my spit off on his shirt.

"Gross." He mumbled.

"You said you wanted the gum." I said in a sing song voice as I freed my arm from his neck. "Didn't say how."

"You're weird." He brushed himself off, getting back on his feet.

"And you're not?" Getting myself up I leaned over on one of the walls, kicking one of my feet back, pressing it against the wall. He went to the opposite side of the room, now wary of my unpredictability.

"We need to get the whole dating thing figured out."

"Good idea, good idea." My mind trying to digest the original topic. "When did we start dating?"

"Just after your first week here."

"Wow that means we're a week strong babe." I teased, wiping nonexistent tears off my face. "That's gonna get me so choked up."

"Ha ha very funny." Gally drawled. "What are we gonna do about PDA."

"I say we wing it." He sighed, rolling his eyes.

"We can't just wing it y/n, we need to have a plan."

"Ugh fine. I say we do whatever is necessary to make our relationship obvious and annoying. Like obnoxious almost. And that applies to everything, like even pet names and shit."

"I agree Sweetie."

"Aww thanks Sugar Bear." I mocked with a high pitched voice. It made him crack a grin before he refocused, asking one last question.

"When do we tell everyone?"

"Tomorrow at breakfast." I answered quickly. "But we'll move in all your stuff in tonight. It'll seem suspicious, get people talking. People will be placing bets blah blah blah. We tell everyone, people will be saying how they called it, wow. I get people off my back, you get whatever food you want." I held out a hand, now I was directly in front of him. "Do we have a deal Kitten?"

"Absolutely Baby Girl." He grinned smugly, shaking my hand. I pulled away quickly, giving him a stern look. I pointed my finger towards him.

"You call me baby girl again I cut your tongue out."