Thursdays Of Dark Grey Skies; H.p.

thursdays of dark grey skies; h.p.

pairing: harry james potter x ravenclaw!fem!reader

synopse: who would have thought that one study thursday of dark grey skies could change so much?

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: 5.8k words

a/n: i’m so soft, i genuinely loved writing this. enjoy!

The sky was grey.

And it wasn't your typical is-raining-soon-light-gray type of colour, it was a dark shade of grey that stained the sky. There was no rain, there was no wind, it was just- dark. Like the night was trying to break out sooner than planned, fighting the light out of the day. For an early october thursday afternoon, the grayish weather shouldn't feel this uncommon. This captivating. But it just gave (ironically) such light to everything within the dark air reach. It was strangely so beautiful. Harry was at the library with practically everyone he knows when he looked outside of one of the windows. And when he says 'practically everyone he knows' he really means the whole castle was in there. Thursdays afternoons are homework and study afternoons. You catch up with any subject you could be behind, you finish all the work that was due friday (which happened more often than not) and your weekend would be mostly free. It was the most practical plan for the academic life of most students, as Hermoine had once said. So, the Hogwarts library was the place for the fourth day of the week. The environment created there was, to put it simply, those that made you work harder. Everyone shared the same goal; all the students from all years, all the students from all houses. Almost every table was occupied, and some even had to be conjured in the middle and left side of the room, the places that had more students. Red, yellow, green and blue were mixed around and a friendly and calm atmosphere flew above them. Despite being packed, the noise wasn't too loud. Quiet chatter and laughs could be heard, but nothing too extreme. Madame Prince had long ago quitted shushing students everytime one made any type of sound. It just felt right to be in there. Even more so when the big windows that contorned one of the sides of the enormous room showed the magical view of the dark grey sky. And because the light outside was mostly dim, candles flew all over the room to give enough light to work with. And as Harry looked around he felt content. He was seated in one of the newly conjured tables, a little to the right from the middle, so he had a pretty good view of the room in general. Ron was now discreetly discussing with a Hufflepuff named Ernie MacMillan and Seamus about the excessive amount of work Snape gives them, their potions assignment long forgotten. Fred, George and several of their other friends sat in another table close by, trying to finish their transfiguration project without the twins and Lee destroying anything. Luna was drawing, humming quietly, with Ginny reading just beside her, and Hermoine was helping Dean on the essay of History of Magic along with Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin. Harry had already finished all of his homework for this week (a first in his whole life). He had his arms crossed and leaned back on his chair, now observing the intriguing dark sky. The lazy light coming from the candles complemented beautifully the colour of the clouds. Harry would laugh and talk quietly every now and then with those around him, now being completely relaxed with the new work-free feeling that would linger for a few days. He was just back to looking at the window again when something caught his eye. In the very far corner of the library, on the right side of the room, was someone writing calmly in a piece of parchment with some books laying around. And after a few seconds, Harry recognised the person; it was you. You hadn't talked much in your past school years. Truth to be told, it wasn’t that common for Gryffindor's and Ravenclaw's to have classes together, so it all depended on your social luck to befriend one another. But Harry did know who you were. You were in the same year as him, obviously sorted into Ravenclaw, and basically the most beautiful girl Harry has ever seen. Your hair seemed slightly darker because of the light, but your eyes were shining like the little fire of the candles floating around was being reflected within them, and your cute nose was scrunched up ever the slightest in concentration. He then noticed that your legs were crossed beneath you and your feet would sometimes wigle. Not wanting to seem like a creep, Harry teared his eyes from the adorable girl, looking down at his table with a small grin plastered on his features. "She is the cutest, isn't she? " Hermoine said, nudging Harry with a knowing smirk on her face. "What? " Harry snapped his head at his best friend's direction (almost breaking his neck I'm the process), eyes widening. "Y/N. I study with her sometimes. Love her, " now she was just shamelessly messing with him. "Who does Hermoine love? " questioned Ron from the other side of the table, his eyebrows raised as he looked around. "Ron no-" "Y/N. Harry was staring at her. Someone has a crush, " Dean responded with a sing-like voice and a huge grin. The mouth of the boy in question was hanging open by now. "Harry has a crush on who?! " Fred Weasley exclaimed a little too loudly, attracting the attention of almost everyone at their tables. "Shush! " hissed Madame Prince from afar. Harry sighed and banged his head on the table. He really should get new friends. "That Ravenclaw girl! Harry always gushes about her when we get out of DADA with Ravenclaw, " Seamus laughed. "That is so adorable! Ah, young love..." George squealed. Harry tried to go under the table and hide but Hermoine pulled him back almost immediately, making the bespectacled boy scowl. "Don't you guys have any other stuff to do that doesn't concern my love life?" Harry exclaimed indignantly, earning yet another reprimand from Madame Prince. "You're just salty because you know how many guys and girls have their eyes on Y/L/N, " muttered a smirking Ron. "Why won't you talk to her, Harry? " asked Neville rather innocently. Harry looked at you again. Why wouldn't he talk to her? Well, because first- he was awkward; second- what if you didn't want to talk to him?; and third- what would he even say? You continued to write calmly, almost lazily, over the piece of parchment. Harry noted that your hair continued slightly darker, your eyes still shiny, your nose still a little scrunched up, and your feet would still wigle sometimes. And just like that Harry had a small grin again, completely forgetting all about the pairs of eyes on him. "Completely whipped, " whispered Dean to Hermoine. Eventually, they all went back to their tasks, leaving Harry once again alone with his thoughts while looking out of the window. Harry wanted to meet you. He wanted to know your likes and dislikes, what you do when you're anxious or stressed, and find out if you always wiggle your feet when you're sitting. He wanted to know if you were just as attracted to this type of weather as Harry was, or if you preferred sunny days. So, with all of his Griffindor's courage he could gather, he stood up. Harry firstly took off his robes, which were starting to get uncomfortable for a while now, and rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows. His clothes were a hot mess (quite literally); his vibrant red tie was loose on his neck and his shirt was ruffled, the top of it unbuttoned, as Harry always felt claustrophobic when clothes were too tight on him, and one of the sides of the shirt practically untucked from his black trousers. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to tidy it up a little, but the raven black locks stayed as messy as ever. He then adjusted his black rimmed new glasses, oblivious as ever from the intense stares of the boys and girls that were close enough to see the green eyed boy. Taking a deep breath, he started his way towards you. "Hi, " Harry said hesitantly, looking down at you. When you looked up, your heart race picked up significantly . The boy was none other than Harry James Potter. Harry, the cutest and the most adorable boy to ever exist (and one of the hottest, to be honest). You felt a strange tingling sensation in your belly as you took in the careless situation his white shirt was in, his loose tie, the rolled up sleeves, and his messy hair. You also noted that Harry had new glasses. His cheeks were a little flushed, and he was biting his lower lip. If possible, your heart started to beat even faster and you were sure your cheeks were no better than Harry's. Harry, unsurprisingly, didn't really notice that you were practically checking him out, thanks to his nerves, and took your silence the wrong way and panicked. "I'm sorry, It's just that I saw you here alone, and you're really pretty- I mean! The tables's pretty! Yes, very nice strong shiny wood, such a good table, really. " You blinked at him. "And the sofa. Must be so so comfortable this sofa. I see why you like it; it's big and warm and it seems like a really good place to take a nap, " Harry continued his ramble, apparently not being able to stop, and getting more nervous and flustered as he talked. He could just feel the group's hysterics from behind; Ron's uncontrollable laughter and Dean's wheeze, Neville's uncertain thumbs up and Seamus smirk. Harry was pretty sure that Hermoine was facepalming and he was terrified of all the teasing from the twins and Ginny he would have to endure once this nightmare was over. He didn’t even want to imagine what his friends and classmates from the other houses were thinking (probably that his awkwardness was too embarrassing and that they would have a good laugh when telling their own other friends, but it didn't matter). "I'm sorry, I'm just going to go– " Harry started to turn around when a hand stopped him. "No! No, I'm sorry, I was just surprised, " you interrupted, quickly standing up and grabbing Harry's arm, pushing him back. Your hand continued to gently grab his wrist, getting unconsciously closer to his hand at each passing second. Your noses were just a few inches apart as well as your bodies, aching to get just a little bit closer. Harry was sure that his heart had exploded by now and he was just a very alive magical breathing zombie, while you feared that your legs were losing its strength and energy. Harry's hand wanted to touch your waist, but it refrained from doing so, fearing that you wouldn't be comfortable with it. "Besides, I wouldn't want to destroy your dreams and not invite you to sit on this really good sofa. " Harry was stunned for a moment at your unexpected teasing and then laughed the most quietly he could, remembering that you were still at the library with hundreds of other students. And with the help of your shy smile and warmth, as well as the calm environment they were in, Harry started to relax, the bad nervous and insecure feeling slipping away. "I'm Harry, " he breathed. You were still close to him. Almost too close. "Y/N, " you answered just the same, glancing up at his handsome face with a, in Harry's most unbiased opinion, precious small grin. After a few seconds of staring at each other, you both pull slightly apart and sit down on the sofa. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Mr. Potter?" you joked, leaning back to the corner of the sofa, trying to keep your nerves in check. "Well, maybe the infernal teasing from my idiots of friends back there? And you seemed like good company, " Harry responded, leaning back too, turning his head so he could see you. "I'm flattered, but they seem so much fun," you wondered. "Hm, they are. For the majority of time at least. " You turned momentarily your eyes to the parchment over the table. You were writing next week's assignment for History of Magic (you convinced Professor Binn to tell you beforehand) but now you wanted to take a break. You wanted to enjoy Harry's company while it lasted. "How come you're not working or studying? It must be a first in study thursday, " you asked, looking at Harry again, just to see that his eyes were already on you. "For the first time in my life, I'm not behind anything, and already finished my potions assignment with Hermoine's help... So I was just there looking at the window and, well, you know the rest, " said Harry. The big window came all the way down to the far corner Harry and you were in. The new duo was tucked in the corner of the sofa, and had the most perfect view to the outside. You had her back almost turned completely to the window and the wall that met just behind the pillows laying around over the dark red velvet sofa. Harry now noticed that there was a huge red and black squared blanket folded between the cushions and your robes, which looked like they were thrown rather clumsily aside. "How come I've never seen this place? It's way bigger and comfier than the other sofas and tables in here, " Harry frowned. The naps he could have had in here, hiding from Hermoine when she went crazy. You laughed lightly. "Madame Prince is a family friend, so she arranged this place when I came here. Which is more often than not... " you trailed off, noticing Harry puppy's eyes directed at the cushions and her blanket. "Honestly, what is your problem with furniture? Do you fall in love with it every time you see it? " you asked, amusement lacing your voice. Harry snapped his head back at you. "What?! No! " he exclaimed, a little embarrassed. "But this sofa really is the best, truly. I think you'll have a hard time getting rid of me now, " Harry grinned, adjusting his glasses. You had to almost physically stop yourself from fawning over the bewitching boy. "Well, you are now welcome everytime. I could use some company, " you said, feeling giddy. You smiled at each other. "Even if you only come here because of the strong and shiny wood table and the really good sofa and pillows. " "Y/N!" . You and Harry spent the next hour and a half talking and laughing (mostly quietly) with one another. You were just so happy with one another that you didn't want the day to end, afraid that your bond would suddenly disappear. You eventually opened your blanket because it was starting to get too chilly in the library to ignore, even with the flaming fireplaces. The two of you were now tucked in in the blanket, leaning against the many cushions against the line where the window and the wall would meet. Your shoulders, legs and arms were brushing under it, but neither of you made a single move to change that. The room was still packed, seeing that it was still technically early, but not for much longer, as dinner time was slowly approaching. "I absolutely love this weather. It's even more magical than Hogwarts itself," Harry sighed. "Didn't know Potter boy had now become weather boy, " you giggled. "Oh, fuck off, " he laughed, nudging your shoulder with his. "But really, I just love it. I think this dark grayish colour is my new favourite. Just after the colour of your eyes, of course, " Harry grinned. "Oh my, someone save me from this corny weather boy, please!" you mumbled dramatically. "But, honestly, it's my favourite too. I'm really hoping for it to rain tonight."  "Yeah, me too. It's one of the best feelings ever, " Harry said foundly. You frowned. "It's just so pretty. I don’t understand how some people don't like it." "Well, not everyone can have good taste, Y/N. Imagine if everybody liked treacle tart? A total tragedy, " Harry sighed in content, imagining one piece of his favourite dessert. He then pouted. "Now I'm hungry. Thank you very much, Y/L/N. " You laughed. You sure seemed to do that a lot with Harry around, and the butterflies in your belly were still yet to fly away. "It's almost dinner time, anyway. So don't worry much, I'll save you one tart when we get there, " you rolled your eyes. Harry's face fell, and he looked at the rest of the library. There was more noise now, almost everyone was exiting the room or cleaning their things up, heading towards the Great Hall. His friends were still at his previous table, some getting up and stretching (Harry could almost swear he heard Dean's back crack all the way to where he was sitting with you) and others making sure everything was in place. "Already?" He asked in a small voice, making you freak out over how cute the boy looked at the moment. Harry's eyebrows were furred and his pout grew even bigger. His pupils were so dilated that you almost couldn't see his green irises. He was sad and disappointed that he had to leave you and your spot, and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought. "Harry, " you called with your eyebrows raised, a smirk plastered on your face, "As much as your lost little puppy face amuses me, we should get going. I too want treacle tart, so let's go, " you teased, starting to put everything in your navy blue bag. "But Y/NNN, " Harry whined, dragging your name. "I am so comfortable right now. Don't want to get up. " "Are you always this dramatic?" you asked, crossing your arms. Harry gave you a lopsided grin, "Did you know that they say that my dad and Padfoot were total drama queens? Must be the genes." You cackled. You weren't even really sure of what, or who he was talking about but it didn't make it less funny. You pushed him off the sofa, yanking the blanket from him and shoving it into your bag, ignoring his protests. You swung your bag over one shoulder and looked up at Harry. "Ready?" Harry mumbled, "Could've at least let me keep the blanket..." You started to walk away, shaking your head, and Harry quickly followed you. "Honestly, Potter, we don't have all night!" "Hey- wait f'me!" Harry exclaimed, hurring to get to you. You just giggled in response, and the two of you made your way to the Great Hall. . Both you and Harry had to endure much teasing and many questions from their respective friends. Harry had his face hidden in his hands, wanting to evaporate out of there. You would play with your rings and roll your eyes at any stupid question. You rolled your eyes quite often. After the initial shock, the whispers and glances had started, annoying you profusely. Can't people just mind their own business? you thought.

Harry wanted to hide under the table, and he had now decided that he should really really really get new friends. Fortunately, the curious stares (at least the obvious ones) eventually stopped. Harry caught your eyes a few times and he made a silly face everytime that happened. You replied every time with another one, enjoying your new 'game'. When the desserts started to appear on the tables, you immediately took two pieces of one of the treacle tarts and lifted your plate excitedly as soon as you and Harry made eye contact again. Harry smirked, and lifted his own plate, showing you three pieces there.

One for you and two for me! he mouthed. You bursted out laughing, shaking your head and shoved a bit of the sweet into your mouth. As for Harry, treacle tarts never tasted better. But this didn't go unnoticed. Especially not the teachers table. Professor Flitwick started a whole bank of bets about his new pair; he and Fred and George Weasley would associate soon enough. "I just know they will be together by January,"  he whispered to himself. "Oh, don't be ridiculous, Filius. Christmas is their time, believe me," answered Professor McGonagall, having heard him clearly even over the room's noise. "February, " piped in Dumbledoor dreamily. "Or never, " grumbled Snape. Professor Sprout threw her water at him. Not long after dinner time had ended, the students went to their respective common room. You and Harry met at the bottom of one of the moving stairs, trying to get ready to go your own way. Ron, Hermoine and a few others waited for him a little far away, not wanting to wait for the teasing to continue. Awkward and flustered Harry was one of their favourites. "Well... I guess I'll see you around," you said, adjusting your bag while looking up at the fidgeting boy. "Yeah..." Harry trailed off, glancing around. He was hitting himself internally for being so lame. "Harry. " you called, lifting your hand to Harry's face so he would face her, thanking everything you knew for your newfound confidence. "Thank you for going to see me at the library. I am really glad you did," you smiled softly. "I am glad, too, " he whispered. Harry then grasped your hand, which was still in his face, and stroked the back of it for a bit. "Good night, Y/N." He eventually said, grinning at your red face. You huffed and pulled your hand away just to push him slightly back. "Don't get all mushy now, you wanker!" "Ah, you wished, Y/L/N, " Harry retorted, starting to walk back to his friends. He then looked at you again. "See you around!" "See you, " you waved and went back to your own friends. . It had been almost three months since that thursday evening, and you Harry really did see each other round. The duo became almost inseparable, if someone saw you, you would see Harry Potter not far away, and where you saw Harry you would see you close by. You had become very close with the rest of the Griffindor's. Harry eagerly introduced you to them a few days after you officially met, and you were welcome with open arms. As for Harry, he was quite nervous when meeting the other Ravenclaw's, but with your help, he soon made new friends with them too. The two of you, despite all of the circumstances, would always make time for one eachother everyday. Be it just relaxing by the black lake, studying at your spot in the library, or messing around the corridors. You had built a beautiful friendship in a very short period of time, and that both scared and amazed you. It was all just so natural. It was all just like it should be. Most said you were secretly dating. After all, you were always touching each other. Arms around the other shoulder or waist, sometimes holding hands, the occasional kisses in cheeks, forehead, head, and the frequent hugs. It all started when you noticed how touch starved Harry was. So, you first started to do small things when you two were alone; grab his hand, lean your head on his shoulder, linger a little longer in your before short awkward hugs. So, when you asked Harry if and how comfortable he was with your affections, and then if you could display them in public, you received a very excited nod from Harry and a very tight hug, as well as a kiss on your head.  

After that, neither of you stopped your affections. Feelings soon developed after your friendship blossomed, but neither you nor Harry acted on it. You liked how things were, you liked your intimate uncomplicated friendship. And besides, you thought that the others' feelings were purely platonic, afraid of rejection. Hermoine and Ron had yelled at the both of you because of it more often than not. It was almost Christmas time, and you couldn't wait for it. You would be seeing your family for the first time in a while, and then you would finally meet the rest of Weasleys, as Ron had invited you to spend the rest of the holiday at his house. When you knew that both Harry and Hermoine were going too, you couldn't help but say yes. Just a few more days. It was thursday again, and because of your now finished tests and exams, you and Harry decided to ditch the study day to spend the afternoon at the black lake. It was nostalgic. The afternoon was just the same as the day you had met, except this time the sky seemed even darker. There was still no wind, and there was still no rain, only the dark sky and the winter cold air. Harry had his back against one of the trees close by, and you were snuggled up to him, trying to block out the cold, even though the you two were under your warm red and black squared blanket. Harry's strong arms were wrapped around your figure perfectly, making you relish the fuzzy feeling that went through your bodies, as you both tried to get comfortable.

Your hair was pulled into a careless bun to keep it out of your face. A fluffy scarf was wrapped around your neck, and you had previously discarded your robe into a shorter and warmer dark blue cape. Your nose and cheeks were flushed with the cold temperature, but you could've sworn you had never felt so warm before. In your gloved hands was a securely held book, and you tried to get lost in its world. Which was very very difficult when Harry was just behind you, holding you, being the adorable boy he was. He had a black beanie in his head and some of his messy raven locks escaped underneath it. His nose and cheeks were pink as well, making his green eyes stand out. Harry wore a dark blue (almost black) hoodie which was a little big on him, but you almost died of how cute it looked on him. For the past half an hour, not much was spoken between you two. You wanted to just finish that chapter, and Harry was trying his best to not disturb you (although it was quite difficult for him to stay still). He first stared a little at you, as you were too beautiful to not to. Then, he read the book with you for a while, but quickly got distracted by the weather. It entranced him, just like in that day at the library. If he could, he would look at it for hours. Harry didn't notice when you closed your book, adjusted the blanket around you more tightly and looked up at him. Only when you lifted your hand to cup one of his flushed cheeks did Harry snap out of his trance. Harry leaned into your touch. "Hello there," he gave you a boyish smile. "Hi, weather boy," you grinned. You stroked his cheek slowly while your other hand reached for his crooked glasses. "I thought we agreed to not talking about that again," Harry frowned. But he wasn't really upset by it, if the amusement in his eyes were anything to go by. You shrugged. "You were making heart eyes at it again." "Well, it's just like the day we met! Remember?" Harry asked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Of course I do. Such a special day. The day I found out that the Harry James Potter fell in love with couches and tables." you said, trying to keep a straight face. But when Harry gave you the most done look you had ever seen, you bursted out laughing. "You will never let that go, will you?" Harry huffed, turning his face to the opposite side from you. "Never," you said. However, when you saw his pout, you couldn't resist and leaned to kiss his jaw. "But, honestly? It was one of the most important days of my life." Harry turned to you. "Why?" he asked curiously. "Because I got to meet the one who would become my favourite person," you smiled softly. Harry's heart was practically bursting out of his chest and he was very worried that you could hear it. He could only stare into your eyes, and the need to taste you was becoming too unbearable for him. A minute passed. Then two. And Harry finally opened his mouth. "I really want to kiss you right now, " he breathed. Your mind went almost completely blank, a very rare occurrence. All you knew was- one, if you were standing right now your legs would have probably given you up; two, the strange feeling in your belly was starting to become a little too intense; and three, you really wanted to kiss him too. It didn't take much for you to answer. "So why don't you?" You met half ways, neither was sure of who moved first. Your mouths were just pressing each other softly, relishing on the new mind-blowing feeling. Harry's lips were slightly chapped because of the cold and they moulded perfectly against your soft ones. It was a soft, innocent peck that lingered for some time. Harry pulled apart after a few seconds, opening his eyes and looking into yours. Harry's breathing was uneven matching your breathy one. And in one quick and craving move, you kissed again. Your hands were on Harry's chest, moving them in an up-and-down motion. Harry grabbed you by the torso and pulled you onto his lap, trying to get you as close as possible. This time, the kiss was passionate, almost desperate, as your mouths moved against each other. Neither cared about the air necessity; you didn't want to pull away, and Harry didn't really care if the oxygen in his lungs ended. Harry brushed his tongue against your bottom lip, making youpart them. Your tongues involved with one another, fighting for dominance. Your teeth would sometimes clash but not in a painful way, it was in a hungry one. You eventually gave up and let Harry explore your mouth. You focused now on the feeling of his body pressed on you; his well built (thank Merlin for quidditch) yet slim body. You travelled your hands up to his neck and your fingers played with the hairs that escaped the beanie on the nape of it. You then threw the beanie to where your book was lying, and ran your hands through his locks, no doubt making them even more messy. When your lungs were finally burning too much, you pulled away just enough for you to trail hot-mouthed kisses from the corner of Harry's mouth, to his jaw and his neck. Harry leaned his head slightly back so you could continue to leave kisses on his exposed skin. He was breathing hard, and he gripped his arms around your waist and torso for stability. His mouth was slightly agape, and he definitely wasn't much cold anymore. Harry didn’t even notice until now that the navy blanket fell just around your waists, keeping the lower part of your bellies and legs warm. You trailed her kisses back to his lips, leaving one chaste kiss there before pressing your forehead against Harry’s. Your breaths were ragged and neither of you had the energy just yet to open their eyes. A few minutes later, your eyes fluttered open and you saw Harry already staring at you with a small smile on his face. You didn’t really know what to say. Should you say thank you? Or confess your feelings for the boy. But wasn't it obvious? Well, Harry really could be very oblivious sometimes. Maybe you should just run and move out of the castle. You have always wondered what Beauxbatons looked like, maybe you could go there. But your thoughts were interrupted when Harry sighed. "You're so pretty," he whispered, as if talking would be too loud and ruin your moment. You chuckled. "I am going to be honest, this was the most unexpected thing I could have thought of when I woke up this morning, and I don't really know what to think, " you said, brushing your nose with Harry’s. "Oh, hm, was-was it bad? I-I'm sorry, didn’t mean to-" Harry started to ramble, and tried to pull away. "No! No, Merlin Harry, I'm sorry, didn’t mean to make you feel bad!" you rushed to say, and hugged him closer. "It was really perfect, I just don't know what this means for us now, you know? It's a little scary, that's all." Harry leaned in and brushed your lips together. He gave you a light kiss before pulling back with the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen. "Well, it would be a little awkward if now you said you didn’t like me back, but I'm pretty sure your mouth was saying something really different not even five minutes ago, so-" "You're a complete idiot, did you know that Harry Potter?" you exclaimed in disbelief. "Your idiot now." You looked like a little kid on Christmas. "My idiot." You snuggled against Harry's chest, being now turned sideways on his lap, and leaned your forehead into the junction of his neck and shoulder. Harry's arms were still closely wrapped around you. You then pulled the blanket up again, making sure it covered all of your bodies, trying to keep the warmth that didn't escape. Harry looked up at the clouds. The dark grey colour still stained them, and little drops of rain met the ground timidly. He didn’t notice when it had started raining thanks to the tree you and Harry were currently leaned on. The smiles on your faces didn't seem to want to leave. It seemed the same. Just like that thursday at the library, as if nothing had changed. But things really did change, and in the most unique and pure way possible. Harry returned his attention to the girl in his arms and hugged you tighter. A content sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes. Here he was, in his favourite place, his home; in Hogwarts, with this magic sky above him, almost protecting him from all his nightmares just because of it's magic aura, with you in his arms. How he got so lucky? He wasn't quite sure. But he finally was happy. Thank Merlin for thursdays, especially the ones with dark grey skies.

Jamie crawling into the huge hoodie you're wearing when its cold and just laying down on you with his head in your chest under the fabric

Rain beats against the windows of Gryffindor tower causing you to worry about James, who would let no weather stop him from playing quidditch. You however are curled up in front of the fire in the common room, toasty and warm in your favorite sweatshirt.

The portal to the common room swings open and the quidditch team steps through, all of them equally soaked to the bone, though James seems to be the only person with a smile on his face. His eyes scan the common room before landing on you.

"Y/N!!" he nearly squeals as he bounds towards you. He jumps onto the couch and shoves his head under the bottom of your sweater and wriggles up so his head and broad shoulders are under your sweater, his damp hair peeking out from the collar.

You squirm away from him, screeching and giggling, shocked by not only his wet hair but his freezing skin. "Fuck! James! That's so fucking cold!" you shriek.

A chill runs through your body as James rubs his wet hair against your chest as he gets comfortable, "Don't worry I showered" James assures.

no because this is perfect, i'm in love

Flirty friends (or more?) (1.4)

summary: you and james have a flirty friendship with each other for so long, that you doubt if he reciprocates your feelings or he just wants to have fun.

warnings: drinking

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

a/n: this request made me really happy bc it kinda motivated me to write this. Quite short, but I hope you like it anyways<3

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"Oh, you look amazing, pretty girl." James smiled at you, the stupid grin that made your heart beat ten times harder and make the room seem so much brighter. Your cheeks heated immediately, patting his shoulder and muttering a thank you.

"What's the occasion?" James asked, his grin still plastered brightly on his face. "Not that I'm complaining about this look ... just curious."

"Just a Hogsmeade trip with Marlene. She insisted since it was beautiful this month. Snow's finally receding and the airs not so chilly anymore."

James nodded, "Without me? I though we went everywhere together, darling." He flirted, a smug smile replacing his old one.

These were the times that you doubted how you really felt. On one hand, you've been desperately in love with him ever since you met the boy. The little boy who had tiny rounded glasses and red cheeks, the person you met at twelve years old. Who you've fancied ever since. He was such an odd soul to make out.

But on another hand, he was ... James. You didn't quite know how to put it. But it was James. Star quidditch player, intelligent, and sometimes really funny. You didn't know which version of James you really fell in love with. And you didn't know if all those fond memories were ready to be ruined with a solemn confession.

"I go everywhere with you, Jamie. It's nice to take a break from the stress." You mutter, though never shying from a smile.

Without a single hesitation, James pulled both your arms so that you were sat down on the couch. Your knees touching his knees, skin grazing each other. James wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer into his body. "I thought you liked being with me." He said with a playful pout.

You chuckled, patting his cheek lightly. "I do, but we hang out every hour of the day. If we keep doing this, then people will think we're dating."

James shrugged. "So?" He asks casually. "What's the most horrible outcome you can think of that will happen when we date. Tell it to me then I'll try to solve that problem for you."

"James— no, I was just— I would— no, that— no." Your brain stuttered, not knowing what to say.

James gave you a small smile, somewhere between sad and soothing. "Just joking around." He breaks the momentary silence.

You begin to stand up, your sundress flowing and touching James, making him flush at the sight of your bare legs. You give him a tight-lipped nod, "Like you always are."

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You came back from your Hogsmeade trip pretty late, it was just befits curfew but the common rooms seems to be empty. Except for the occasional first years who were occupied with their homework. The fire still burned brightly, illuminating the dim light and causing warmth to spread throughout the room.

From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a tall boy slumped over the couch. His hair was unruly, glasses folded and gripped on his hand. You felt yourself blushing as you admired your best friend.

James had always been gorgeous, so it wasn't a surprise to you that you caught yourself admiring him right now. Sprawled over the couch, his hair falling to all sides of his face, and his face looking purely innocent. You wanted nothing more than to kiss his pretty lips and snuggle closer to his body.

You nudged him with your hand, just a soft brush. "James." You cooed, "Wake up, it's well after curfew. James—" you said, growing impatient and ending up shoving him harshly.

"Wha— Oh! Hey, pretty girl!" He exclaimed, his voice loud and shrill.

"Shut up! You're so loud."

James giggled— giggled! He giggled and gave you a lazy grin, his arms snaking around your neck and hands digging in your hair to twirl the strands around his finger. You loved it when he did that, especially when you would lie in bed with him doing nothing but paying attention to each other and having him curl your hair with his finger.

Your mind momentarily freezes, thinking of all the times you've been in James' bed and being as happy as a child with a bucket of candy. He made you so comfortable, so well loved and happy. The way he did the little things, like light up scented candles when you went over his dorm. Or how he would insist on carrying your ink and quill around because he knew you misplaced it often. James made you feel so good.

"Why are you all up and giddy? You drunk?" You asked him, peering down to stare at his drunk pout.

"Mhm. Pads gave me like ... 3 glasses. He knew I was a lightweight, that arse." James said, his eyes turing into little slits as it closed and opened tiredly.

You ran a hand through his thick head of hair, pushing his beautiful curls behind and leaving his face bare of them. James gave you the smallest smile, soft and gentle, appreciative.

"I told you not to drink anything Sirius gave you. The stuff he gets from his pureblood friends' are always extra strong for some reason. And it taste bad too." You chuckled.

"I wasn't thinking clearly. Nearly drank myself out if Moony didn't take the bottle from me. Anyways, it's my fault— I'm sorry, darling."

Your face comforted, confused. "For what?"

"For— for the joke? Right before you left, you said something under your breath and I knew you were upset."

Oh. So he did pay attention to you. Your heart beated slightly faster than usually, racing at the thought of James drinking so much because he upset you.

"It's fine— I— it didn't mean anything." You muttered. By now, James had retracted his hands from around your neck and let it lay on his thighs.

"No, I know it did. If you just tell me, then I can figure out how to make it better for you."

He was so adamant about this, you thought. Then again, he always was. James was sort of a book, all these written pages need to be read to understood. You though you already knew everything everything was about him, but there was even more than you had to find out yourself.

"It's embarrassing." You state, your leg nervously jumping up and down.

James extended his arm and gripped your knee, stopping your leg and calming you down. "You never have to be embarrassed with me, love. You know that."

"Well, it's uh— it's you. You're always bringing up the topic of us dating and doing ... stuff. And the weirdest part is I like it, I like it when you do that. And you flirt like hell, James. Here and there, you're you're flirting with me like it's so natural. Sirius noticed, Remus does too. Marlene and Lily ask me all the time about it. And Merlin, even Peter!" You said in one breath. 

"Noticed what? About what?"

"You! You flirting with me but always brushing it off as a joke when I turn serious!"

"What?"

"Don't act stupid, James!"

James struggled to get the words out of his mouth. He got choked up, the alcohol probably blurring his thoughts. "I do like you! I— I think I may be in love with you, actually." James broke the silence.

You widened your eyes, shocked at his stupidly loud declaration. You could feel the first years turn their heads and scrunch their faces in disgust at two 17-year-olds arguing about their love. 

"Don't say it if you don't mean it, James. I'm serious, if you want me then tell me. I don't want a flirty friendship, I want a relationship." You said, your cheeks growing heated at his confession.

"I like you?" He sort of questions, confused and twisted with his own emotions to notice how you rolled your eyes.

"Is that a question—!?"

James chuckled, his hands grabbing your cheeks. In swift motion, his lips were on yours. You didn't hesitate and let James melt into you. It had been way too long, so many years of your ferocious feelings for him had been kept in the dark.

Now, James had explored every inch of your mouth and you were ready to take it even further. But with his hard feelings, James pulled away and put a finger to your lips.

"I think we should continue this tomorrow, darling. Your kiss is dizzying, but so is alcohol."

You didn't care, at least you've got him now.

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Don’t walk away . two by @kalimagik

genre: angst, golden era | summary: Harry’s getting distant... you tried so hard to keep him but things don’t always go your way. You’ve been out of it for awhile but you start receiving little notes that make your day better

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Harry’s girlfriend by @themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy

genre: fluff, golden era, jilly alive era | summary: jilly, sirius, & Remus find out Harry has a girlfriend

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Howlers by @ellescrunchie

genre: fluff, golden era, no voldy moldy! au | summary: everytime harry fucks anything up and gets in trouble, there is a bet: which howler will he be receiving?

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Love letters by @parker07potter

genre: fluff, golden era | summary: harry writes letters to you with the intention of you never seeing them. Well that’s not what happens me

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Meeting Harry's Family by @gemma-collins-ily

genre: fluff, jilly still alive, no voldy moldy | summary: meeting Harrys parents for the first time

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Mystery girl by @nbivagant

genre: fluff, golden era | summary: harry meets someone rather special one night on the astronomy tower

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thursdays of dark gray skies by @/ellescrunchie

genre: fluff, ravenclaw! reader, golden era | summary: who would have thought that one study thursday of dark grey skies could change so much? | notes: this is the cutest fic I’ve ever read 🥺

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✧ Father dearest by @emmelineparker308

genre: angst, fluff, sirius blacks daughter au! | summary: Your third year at Hogwarts is about to start and with it come a lot of new changes. Harry, your best friend, and crush is in trouble from some man named Sirius Black. You try desperately to keep Harry safe but what happens when you find out some heartbreaking, mind-shattering information about your father?

thunder-bombs; h.p

pairing: harry james potter x fem!gryffindor!reader

synopsis: you love thunderstorms, until one night they bring bad memories back. who better than harry to make you feel better?

warnings: panick attack, thunderstorm (astraphobia), bombimg references, a little overdramatic maybe?, way too much fluff

word count: 3.4K words

a/n: so, this is my first fic! I'm nervous but excited? this is one of my confort scenarios so please beware; i wrote this at 1 am when i was sad. also, english is not my first language :) hope you enjoy!

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You have always enjoyed storms.

The rain falling everywhere, hitting everything that couldn't find a shelter; the harsh wind fighting every direction it could assume; the smell that would linger once the storm had ended; the distant booming sound of thunder and flashes of lightning, giving a hint of the war happening within the clouds. 

Actually, scratch that. You have always loved storms. 

And tonight it was no different. 

You fell asleep quite peacefully. Your roommates, in particular your best friend, Hermoine Granger, thought you were crazy. As she said, it was clear that this wasn't some random and innocent storm. It seemed much bigger, much stronger. And she found it crazy that you seemed actually happy about it. Her best friend really was strange sometimes. 

It was long after you were asleep that the gryffindor tower (and the rest of the castle, for that matter) finally calmed and rested. 

Until 3:27 am, that is. 

It was like the sky had been ripped open, leaving an aching scar behind. Like a bomb has just gone off in the middle of the common room area. 

Students woke up screaming and crying, and not just in the red house. It could be heard all over the castle. It was chaos. 

You woke up like you were having a nightmare, and in a way, you were. You jolted up in your bed, eyes widened and breath quickened. 

And suddenly, you were a naive 6-year-old child playing with the TV remote again. It was bad luck, honestly. Clicking on just that button. The button of some news channel replaying a video of an explosion in a city far away, caused by some terrific bomb. 

The fire, the bodies lying around, the screams, and the sound. It was just like that thunder. And you were reliving those images again in your mind. 

It may seem dramatic or ridiculous to some, hence why you didn't tell anyone, not even your family. But it was traumatising to you, especially at such a young age. It gave you a reality check, a different perspective of life, even though you only realised that a few years after. 

For the few weeks after the accident, you would look through the news, hidden from your mom and dad, to see if your city would explode. You couldn't sleep, afraid that you would hear that sound again, but this time, near her house, and not just on the television. It marked your childhood. 

And that thunder, that explosion in the sky, has just been like the bomb, bringing your childhood nightmare back. 

"Y/N? Y/N, come on, it's okay. Everything's fine," Hermoine's voice made its way through your mind, and you finally snapped out of your trance. 

Looking at her, you saw Hermoine at the end of your bed, her hand was on one of your knees, and her eyes were filled with worry. 

"Oh my goodness- Y/N, sweetheart, you're shaking! Come here!" Lavender Brown approached, looking a little pale herself, and pulled you into a side hug. You couldn't quite think. your surroundings were slightly blurry, and there was this ringing in your ears that just wouldn't go away. You didn't like this. You wanted to run away from this night, you wanted to go back to sleep, you wanted to go back to your harmless dreams. Dreams with no booming sounds. You wanted to hide under your many blankets and cushions and stay there, where you would be safe. 

"Hey, guys-" Parvati Patil announced re-entering the dorm — you didn't even notice when she had left — a little out of breath. "- let's go to the common room. They are all there- seems like no one wants to go to sleep now," Just now did you notice the distant noise of a mixture of chatter, cries, some yells and distinct laughs. You immediately thought of Fred and George, and them having the time of their lives; being awake at this hour of the night, making fun of their scared friends, and probably trying to terrorise some 1st years. The idea made you smile internally. 

"Okay, okay, we're coming! Maybe It would be good, Y/N, relax a little. This actually might be fun," Lavender added, getting up after giving you another pat on the shoulder and taking Parvati's hand in hers, both heading down. 

Hermoine tore her eyes from where the other two girls just were and looked at her best friend again with her eyebrows furrowed. 

"Your lips are still shaking. And hands. What's happening? I thought you loved storms and anything of that sort," Hermoine questioned. 

You tried to talk; tried to convince her that everything was fine, that you were fine, and that it was nothing. But your eyes started to fill with anxious tears and your mind was too confused to form proper words. 

Hermoine stood from her spot and pulled you into a tight hug. "Wait just a minute, I'll be right back, okay?" she said in a hushed tone, rushing out of the room moments later. 

You looked out of the window, still in a daze, as if expecting to see fire and corpses out there. But the only things she could see were the rain and the big storm that was trying to hide in the dark of the night. 

You felt so stupid. This is ridiculous, you're a Gryffindor, for Godric's sake! Where was your bravery now? You hadn't even had a single nightmare about this for years.

But even with the rational side of your mind yelling at you, you couldn't stop your body from shaking, all because of your absurd fear. You frustratedly ran your hands over your face, trying (and failing) to take deep breaths and get your shit together. But really, there was no use. 

"Y/N?" a familiar voice called you.

Your favourite voice. 

You pulled your hands back from your head and glanced up at your very best friend. Harry James Potter. 

As much as you wanted to hide and cover up your current state (which definitely wasn't your best), you couldn't. One look into his beautiful green eyes was all it took for your tears to fall, letting your walls tremble along with you. 

"Oh- Y/N!" Harry stuttered, hurrying to come close to you, his furred eyebrows contorted an adorable expression in his handsome face. 

Sitting in the middle of your bed, Harry pulled you onto his lap, which you gladly let him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and breathed in his calming scent. 

"You're okay, Y/N, everything's alright now. You're safe, I promise. It's okay. I'm here." 

Harry kept whispering sweet things in your ear, giving you time and waiting patiently for you to stop crying. He was stroking your hair with one hand, effectively pressing your face into his neck and holding you in place. The other hand secured your body, his arm wrapping around you from under your legs, making your knees scrunched up to your chest. your hands grabbed his navy hoodie within its fists. It made you feel safe, warm and fuzzy, like you always were with Harry; even despite your current situation. 

Harry was worried, scared and confused. He never saw you, his brave, impatient, confident and happy best friend like this, and it absolutely terrified him. He just wanted to take all your fears and sadness into a tiny box and destroy it. Or keeping all those bad feelings just to him, saving you from it. 

Harry didn't like to see you cry. He didn’t like to see you scared out of your mind. And he definitely didn't like to see the desperate state you were in; sobbing and clinging onto him as if, otherwise, he would disappear forever. His heart was beating almost as quickly as yours. Harry closed his eyes tightly and tried to do his best in brushing your hair from your tear and sweat glistening face. Harry was a little shaken up from the thunder as well; he was sleeping so peacefully that it was quite the shock when he abruptly woke up. But he couldn't just figure out why it would do this to you. Sure, on his way to your's and Hermoine's dorm he saw several students crying, but a breakdown like this? 

A light kiss on his neck put Harry out of his mind. Several minutes had passed. He looked down at the girl in his arms the best he could. 

"Thank you, " you sighed in relief as a small smile was making its way onto your lips. 

He smiled, relieved too. You were finally starting to stop physically shaking. "No need for that. That's what I'm here for." 

You stayed in silence for a while. "Do you want to talk about it, Y/N? I know something's going on," Harry mumbled and re-started to stroke her hair. You focused on your breathing and closed your eyes even more tightly. Of course you wanted to tell someone, even more so if that someone happened to be Harry. After all, you had carried this burden with you, alone, for many years now. You just didn't want to show this cowardly side of yourself to Harry. It was such a stupid fear. 

"It's stupid. I-I don't even know why I am such, such a mess," you eventually mumbled, and you felt Harry holding you closer to his body. 

"If it's something that bothers you and you are scared of, it's not stupid, Y/N. Whatever it is, I am here for you, " Harry responded, pressing a kiss in the top of your head. 

A few moments passed. You took a deep breath and started to tell the memory that has haunted you for so long. "When I was little, like 6 years o-old, I was playing with, with the TV remote in my house," you paused as you tried to control her breath. 

Harry remained silent. He continued to stroke your skin and hair, just anything that his hands could reach really, not wanting to rush you. 

"The, the channel. It was a news channel. It was replaying a video of an explosion somewhere, I-I don't remember where," you continued after a few minutes, relishing the lovingly embrace Harry was giving you. 

"It showed everything, it was a video t-taken at the time. The fire, the buildings being ruined, the corpses of the people around, a-and the place where the bomb had gone off. And the sound. It was so loud and big and just terrifying. The sound, Harry. It- it traumatised me." 

Harry glanced down at you again, tearing his eyes from the random spot they were before and looked into your watering ones. 

"And that thunder was so similar to, to the noise the bomb made," you softly finished. 

It almost was as if you and Harry were in a staring contest. You were looking into his eyes to see if he thought you were being childish, ridiculous. If all of this was just some big nonsense. Harry, however, couldn’t help but comprehend. He had his fair share of childhood trauma in his life, and he absolutely understand your's. For a small child, it must really be something that would scare you, and some fears just can't be overcome. Despite it all, Harry knew that he would stay with you no matter what, and help you when that fear came to haunt her again. 

"You- you don't think it’s ridiculous or embarrassing, right?" you eventually broke the silence, growing anxious at every passing second. 

Harry snapped out of his head. "What? Of course not! How could you even think that?! Y/N, no one is perfect, you're allowed to have fears! And if you ask me, your's pretty plausible. Fuck, I would be terrified of any type of thunder or loud sounds, honestly." Harry said indignantly, hugging the girl tighter. 

You smiled up at him, now completely relaxed. Harry truly was special. 

A few minutes passed before Harry decided to open his mouth again. 

"Besides, even I almost passed out from my sleep with that thunder-bomb." 

You bursted out laughing. This boy was just too stupid sometimes. "Thunder-bombs? What the fuck is wrong with you?" 

"It's the most adequate name. Very unique if you asked me," Harry grinned, glad to see you starting to become your normal self again. 

You pressed your head in the crook of Harry's neck again, and he felt you  smile against it, along with another kiss. 

"You wanna go downstairs? Everybody’s there," Harry asked. You hummed but didn't move a single muscle. 

"Hermoine is quite worried, you know? She came downstairs yelling and slapping me. And then her worry worried Ron, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut, so now the twins are waiting for you, too. And don't even get me started on Dean, Merlin, that boy is too dramatic. Oh, and Neville cried. Ginny must be asleep again by now but I'm sure if was awake she would want to see you. Lavender-" 

"Harry, you're rambling again, shut up," Your voice came muffled. You moved your position so your chest were touching his. Then, you circled your legs around his waist, your face never leaving its place. Harry's strong arms adjusted to the new position by wrapping themselves around your waist. 

"You look like a koala, Y/N," Harry laughed, freeing one of his hands from your body to continue to play with your hair. He leaned his head on yours. 

"So, you wanna go? McGonagall must have let us stay there, for them to not come upstairs by now." 

"Hm, okay, let's go," you mumbled. You wrapped your arms and legs around him tighter, not wanting to let go. 

There was a pause then. 

"You want me to carry you?" Harry asked, but it sounded more like an affirmation. He knew how much you craved affection and cuddles when you are sad and tired. 

You nodded against him, placing another small kiss in his exposed skin as a 'please'. 

"Okay, let's go," he said, bringing the both of you off of your bed. 

And Harry just doesn’t know what to do when in silence.

Once he stood up, Harry stopped for a minute to adjust your position on him, making sure you were comfortable. Your legs were still tied to his waist, arms enveloped around his torso just below his shoulders line. Harry's hands secured you by your thighs, caressing them gently every now and then. And not once did you move her face, kissing his soft neck sometimes. 

Nobody commented on your and Harry’s 'situation', despite the many not-so-subtle glances. Everyone knew how close the two of you were, if your constantly shared affections were anything to go by. But, of course they were just best friends . The teachers even gave up on the whole 'girls and boys safety space' rule when it came to Y/N and Harry, finding it impossible to keep them apart. It was actually very endearing to the majority of them. 

Harry looked around, trying hard to ignore the many pairs of eyes looking straight at him (and the girl in his arms). 

"Where do you want to go? The group is on the big sofa by the window on the corner. But if you want we could go to the sofas near the fireplaces," Harry murmured into your ear. 

"Let's go meet the group. I can feel Fred's and Dean's nerves all the way from here. What the hell did Hermoine and the girls tell? That the thunder hit me or something ?" 

Harry laughed, and the sound made you smile. 

The classes for the next day have been cancelled. Practically everyone and everything around Hogwarts was wide awake by now, and it would take a long time to get settled down again. Besides, it was Friday. A longer weekend wouldn't hurt. 

Your eyes peeked from Harry's neck and shoulder just enough to see your surroundings. McGonagall was walking from one side to another, talking to several students and making sure everyone was fine. Some first-years trailed behind her everywhere she went. 

You were in a position similar to the one you were in your dorm, your bodies tangled with one another under the blankets that someone threw at you, probably Ron. 

The noise in the common room wasn't very loud, even though all Gryffindors were there. Many were cuddling and chatting quietly with their friends in any free place they could find, and some were sleeping. The atmosphere was surprisingly soft. The late (or early) hour and the sound of the rain outside provided sort of a sleepy happiness within the common room's walls. 

"Harry? What time is it?" you whispered. 

"A little past 4 am," Harry answered, looking down at you, his eyes and glasses shining. You continued to make your way towards your friends. 

It was funny, really. How something that was supposed to just bring bad feelings, such as sadness, fear and panic, could create these moments. Moments of pure adoration, bringing comfort beyond imagination. 

"Thank you for staying with me," your soft voice said,  your eyes full of love for the boy who was still holding you. 

Harry just smiled and leaned his forehead on yours. 

Once the two of you reached the corner, you were met with several reactions; worried glances quickly turned into knowing looks and smirks.

Thanks to Dean's and Fred's exaggerated cries for you, yelling happily that 'the thing is alive', and your grumbles for them to 'shut the hell up before I throw you two out of the window', the tension that was previously there disappeared. They were just glad that you were okay now and returning to your normal self. 

You and Harry had seated in the farthest place, right in the corner, with an incredible view from the window. 

You looked around again. And the sight before you made you temporarily breathless. 

It was still heavily raining outside, the wind strong, but the booming sound from thunder and the bolts of lightning were nowhere to be seen nor heard. The now relaxing sound outside brought you to your usual peace whenever the weather was like this. 

The light inside the common room was dim, just a few candles that McGonagall conjured were flying around and the fire from the fireplaces illuminated the place, and it was absolutely perfect. It helped to create the soft atmosphere that you felt the moment you and Harry came downstairs. Nothing was too bright, just enough to see. 

Your friends were all comfy under a million blankets, some cuddling as well. Hermoine was next to you and Harry, leaning back on some pillows, and from the moment that you got there, she took your hand in hers, not letting it go. Ron, however, was leaning on Hermoine, and the two wouldn’t stop their light bickering about the best type of weather. Ginny was dead asleep hugging a pillow beside Ron, her legs thrown over to Neville's lap. Across from them were George, Fred and Dean quietly joking around, making whoever was listening laugh. Seamus was sleeping as well, head on Dean's shoulder. Lavender and Parvati were a little far away from them, trying to find some peace and quiet. 

And then there was Harry. You looked up at him and took in the most beautiful person ever; his black hair was too messy, and his green eyes were sparkling even with the almost non-existent light. His cheeks and nose were flushed with light pink, glasses slightly crooked, and in his mouth was resting a little smile, observing the scene before the two of them too. 

Your eyes met and you decided that that was, indeed, the prettiest thing you had ever seen and experienced.

You couldn't help but press another kiss on Harry's neck (it was your thing after all), causing Harry to lean down and brush your noses together, making you two giggle. 

And in Harry's arms, with Hermoine's hand in yours, and surrounded by your amazing friends, you felt complete, like you could get through anything. 

Even thunder-bombs. 

quidditch games; j.p.

pairing: james potter x fem!gryffindor!reader

synopse: in moments of frusturation, not even your rivalry with james will get in the way of the victory

warnings: sort of rivals to lovers?, swearing, a little of wolfstar, fluffy fluff

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i had so much fun writing this. please beware that i understand NOTHING of quidditch :)

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James was breathing hard. His ears were ringing with the howling of the wind, and his eyes tried to focus on the game.

It was the last quidditch game of the season, and it was not going well. The game was hot for both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw; the latter had come up with a new and brilliant tatic between the chasers and it was making James' life difficult. His hopes on winning the game were getting lower and lower, as the Ravenclaw seeker was significantly better than Gryffindor's. He was growing frustrated.

So far it was tied, 78-78, but it seemed like the blue team was always one step ahead and-

And there it was. Another lost point.

Things started to get slightly violent about 30 minutes ago. James tried his best to keep his game clean, but it was hard when one of the Ravenclaw's players tried to hit him with his broom on the face. Yeah, the little shit was going to die after this.

Screaming was heard from all around the stadium and James was sure he heard McGonagall swear at everything and everyone, but elegantly of course.

He looked around, almost desperately. No, he was not going to loose this, he worked way too hard, and he wouldn't let anyone get in his way-

Except you, maybe. Yeah, you weren't exactly helping.

"You fucking arsehole! Right! You have to go to the right! Don't you fucking know how to read new tatics?!"

"Shut the fuck up, Y/L/N!"

Your relationship with James Potter was, to put it simple, complicated. Which was not simple at all.

Sometimes it seemed like you were about to kill each other, and others it was like you were about to snog on the wall. Usually, it was a strange mix of the two.

The tension was thick, and everyone was just waiting for it to snap.

"Why don't you fucking make me, you wanker?!" you yelled at him in anger.

You were currently leaning against the rail, your hands gripping it tightly, standing up. You were on one of the highest spots of the stadium, surrounded by students of all houses and all ages, right next to Remus. Remus sighed in exasperation in his seat when another screaming match was about to happen. They did this all the time.

When then Madame Hooch started to argue with one of the Gryffindor chasers and the Ravenclaw’s beaters because of another fault, the game stopped momentarily, and James flew to your level with a scowl on his face.

“So what do you think we should do? You really like to argue when you’re not even in the place to do so, don’t you? What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do? Loose?” James seethed.

“Oh, you’re not? Could’ve fooled me,” you huffed.

You were close, faces inches apart. You kept glaring at the other, and for ten solid seconds, neither said anything. The wind was making your hair too messy and tangled up, and your cheeks were flushed. You had your eyebrows furred as you looked at the infuriating boy, and as hard as it was for him to admit it, you looked so beautiful.

Those around you quieted down, Remus even closed his book, as they looked at the two of you. Yells and screams could still be heard all over the place, as the other players were still arguing above you.

You sighed. “They always start with the opposite side of where they ended. Like a braid. The beaters do the absolute contrary to distract you when they throw the bludgers at you. You have to get your team’s shit together, Potter, you can still win this.”

James pressed his hands on his face and then brushed them through his hair. You could tell how stressed he really was. “I’m trying but I just can’t- I’m not sure the seeker can do it, and I don’t know-” his voice cracked. Your eyes softened at the sight.

You grabbed his face with your hands. “James Potter, you are going to fly up there and win this bloody game, got it? We both know you can, so stop doubting yourself, it won’t get you anywhere. Now get your arse back, it’s about to continue,” you fiercely said. 

James nodded, his face still cradled in your hands, and gave you an adorable grin. “Ah, what would I do without you and your annoying- and hot- self Y/L/N?”

“Get out of here, you dickhead,” you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help the smile that made its way towards your lips. James winked and flew away just as the whistle went off again.

You seated back next to Remus, ignoring the eyes on you, and trying to focus on the game. “Will you stop? Sirius might get jealous,” you told him.

“I’m just thinking,” Remus started, “How could you still not be together? I have a bet going on, and I don’t really like to lose to Padfoot.”

You grabbed his book and hit him in the head with it. Remus laughed but you ignored him. You could tell that they were playing better now, more neatly and precisely. They started to block the passes of the blue chasers more frequently and goal more often.

James was yelling around, giving instructions and tips and feedback on the plays and moves, organizing his team. You saw him fly up to the seeker momentarily and tell him something, give him a pat in the back, and he went back almost instantly, ready for the next goal.

10 minutes later, the game was 98 - 106 for Gryffindor, and, for the first time, the seekers quickly moved. It was the first significant appearance of the snitch, and the crowd went crazy. They were almost there- both seekers side to side upwards, hands extended and-

“-AND GRYFFINDOR WINS THE QUIDDITCH HOUSE CUP WITH 256 POINTS!” There it was.

You screamed in delight and jumped off your seat, bringing Remus with you, and hugged him. “We won! They won! He did it, Moony, he did it!” you laughed.

“That they did,” Remus yelled proudly, smiling widely.

“Party in our Common Room! I’m just kidding Minnie- Oh? Actually I am not!” Sirius screamed into the microphone of the commentator, his arms around an euphoric (and sweaty) James. 

“Come on, let’s go!” you pulled Remus with you.

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The common room was wild. People everywhere, food, music, it was quite the party. You were currently waiting with Remus and Peter for the boys to come back, and everyone was very excited to see them. 

You were in the middle of laughing at something stupid Peter said when the portrait opened.

You immediately caught his eyes and took him in. His shining glasses, his black hoodie, which was matching his unruly hair. And while the others cheered, you tried to look for him, only to find him already looking at you.

You gave him the biggest smile he had ever seen, and waved excitedly at him.

James shaked his head and tried to make his way towards you. People were trying to talk, hug and congratulate the boy, but his mind was too preoccupied with something else. So, he started to rush in your direction and when you took notice of it, you went towards him as well.

As soon as you were close enough, James opened his arms and you jumped on him, involving your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. You laughed when he started twirling around with you in his arms “I told you! I fucking told you! This victory is basically mine, because without me, you would never- Hmph!”

James interrupted you by placing his lips on yours, and gave you a hard, loving kiss, pulling back when everything fell silent.

Your eyes widened. James fucking Potter just kissed you after all. But you soon got over the shock, and after one final glance at his honey eyes, you grabbed his face for the second time that day and kissed him back.

With all the cheers, the screams, the laughs, and the intoxicating feeling of James, everything blurred around you.

You could feel him smile into the kiss, and you giggled in it while running your hands through his soft locks. 

“Thank- kiss- you- kiss- so- kiss- fucking- kiss- much- kiss,” James said between kisses, the euphoric feeling from earlier still running through his body (along with a million butterflies).

You pulled back after a while, remembering that at least two hundred people were looking at you. Your cheeks flushed slightly at the thought but you didn’t really find it in you the energy to care.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t hate you though,” you breathed, eyes closed in a blissful way as James leaned his forehead on yours.

When you opened your eyes, however, he was looking at you happily. “Don’t worry, I hate you too,” James smirked. He then mumbled, “Smartass...”

“Oh, I’m sorry, what was that? ‘without Y/N we wouldn't even have come close to winning?’ What?” you teased him.

“Don’t get all proud of yourself now, it was me who played, after all, you didn’t do anything, besides seating there with Moony-” James pretended to be offended, but the twinkle in his eyes sold him out. He was still holding you, and your arms wrapped around him tightly, not wanting to let go. 

“Please, says the one who couldn't figure it out the other team’s play.”

James dramatically gasped. “Says the one who doesn’t even know how to ride a broom!”

“That’s what she said-”

“I know how to ride a broom, alright? What the hell do you even know about it? With the way you were first playing earlier it almost made me plead Hooch to send you back to the first years classes!”

“How fucking dare you-” James pouted and you laughed at his face. He beamed not even two seconds later and kissed you again, swaying the both of you from side to side.

“So this is what we have to endure now?” Remus sighed, wrapping one arm around Sirius' shoulders.

“Oh, I’m going to love this, they’ll never hear the end of this,” Sirius said excitedly. His eyes then widened. “Oh my god, Moons-- Are we like that?” Sirius asked, horrified.

“Yes!” yelled Peter.

And finally, everything was just how it should be.