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Requested - anon ~ hii,can you do a James Potter x reader with sucker by the jonas brothers where the marauders always say that y/n has james in the palm of her hands and he doesn’t agree,until one day they fight and james realises that he really is a sucker for you,please? thank u❤

James Potter knew there was something about you from the moment he met you. He still remembered the shy first year he’d saw huddled in the corner of the library with a book, a small crease in between your eyebrows as you struggled to understand something in the Transfiguration's textbook. Upon offering you help, James had discovered you were a muggle-born witch who’d only recently discovered the world of magic.

Now he looked at you, sat across from him in the Great Hall laughing loudly as Sirius relayed a prank they’d played on one of the older Slytherin boys. You were so focused on the story that you missed the way James looked at you, Remus however saw it and couldn’t help but smile at his friend. He had that love sick look about him, wide eyes like he couldn’t believe you were actually his and a small grin played on his face.

At first Remus and Sirius had been protective over James, his feelings for you had developed in third year and he’d done everything he could to please you. Sirius often told him that you had him in the palm of your hand but James shook him off each time, he wanted to do things for you, you weren’t making him. It was just some nice tokens of affection.

He’d gone out of his way to buy you things, help you with homework, follow you around, carry your bags, said yes to things you wanted to do even if he wouldn’t normally want to do it. You had tried to poliety get him to stop, or at least ease up, on the over affectionate behaviour and eventually he had. It had taken some growing up, silent treatments from you and words of wisdom from the other Marauders but James felt he wasn’t so over the top.

Others thought differently. Whilst people thought you went together perfectly it was still glaringly obvious that James was firmly in the palm of your hand. You knew it as well but tried not to take advantage of the way James chose to show his affection and feelings for you.

When you got up to leave the table, leaning over to give James a soft kiss before standing, James’ eyes followed you as you left, the soft glint never leaving.

“Prongsy, Y/N really has you in the palm of her hand.” James rolled his eyes as he turned to look at Sirius, throwing a chip across the table that hit him in the face. Remus rolled his eyes as Sirius retaliated but couldn’t help but think Sirius was right.

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One of the downside to James’ way of showing affection was that he got jealous easily. It was one of the few things that you dislike about it. Understandably jealously was a common trait in many relationships but when it came to your relationship with James it was very prominent. You’d made some comments about the jealousy but had never really sat down and talked to him about it.

You had been talking to a Slytherin boy in the year above you, Oswald Jefferson, about some tutoring in potions. With exams coming up shortly you thought it’d be in your best interest to go and get a little extra help in the subject you were least confident in. He’d readily agreed to help you, thankfully one of the nicer Slytherin.

You were going over the theory side of things that you’d have to know before your exam, already you had spent a lot of time in the lab with him after Slughorn had allowed it. Oswald was quizzing you and you felt surprisingly confident. Thankfully the study sessions weren’t as dull or awkward as you’d thought they would be, instead you ended up laughing as you answered another question, missing the way James glared from across the library.

“Come on mate, it’s Y/N. Nothing is happening over there other than her stressing over passing these exams.” James let out a scoff, not even looking at Sirius as he kept glaring.

“Sirius is right James. You know Y/N, she loves you as much as you love her. You’re just being ridiculous.” That caused James to snap his head around to glare at his two friends.

“Ridiculous?! She’s the one over there with some Slytherin! Always flirting with other guys like she’s not got a boyfriend, I mean seriously would it kill her to act like she was in a relationship!”

“James-” Sirius tried to interrupt him but he continued.

“No, Sirius. I mean I don’t even know why I bother some days. I put so much bloody energy into our relationship and she goes running to any old Slytherin. And don’t even get me started on-”

“James!” Remus shocked him by raising his voice which caused him to pause in his rant. He saw that neither of them were looking at him but more specifically something over his shoulder. His brows knitted together as he turned around, face falling as he saw you stood near them with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, I-I didn’t, I-” He tried to croak out an apology but you stopped him.

“Save it Potter,” you spat, trying your hardest to keep the tears from falling down your face.”If that’s what you really think about me then we’re through!” You adjusted the strap of your bag, walking out of the library with your head held high, only letting it drop when you entered an empty classroom that looked like it hadn’t been used for a decade or two.

As you sat on the floor, not caring much about the dust that had collected, you finally let the tears fall. Sobs escaped from you as you clutched a hand to your mouth trying to quiet them, thankfully you were in a part of the castle that seemed fairly unused.

James had tried to follow you out of the library but Remus caught his arm before he could and tugged him back into his seat, whilst James had tried to fight the grip Sirius spoke.

“Dude, you messed up big time. Honestly, you’d be lucky if she wanted to talk to you again after this but you’re going to have to give her time.”

James took Sirius’ advice after he tried to talk to you and you completely ignored him, carrying on down the corridor with one of your friends, a smile that felt too fake plastered on your face.

He felt lost. James was so used to being by your side, you helping him with pranks or encouraging him to study and do homework. He was used to falling asleep with you in his arms, the feeling of safety, love and warmth all rolled into one. He was used to waking up and his day instantly being a brilliant one because the first thing he saw was you. He felt like an arse for what he had said, he didn’t mean to get jealous but he knew how many guys wanted you and felt like you were far too good for him and you would realise one day.

James loved you, always had and felt that he always would. There was no doubt in his mind you were the one for him, he’d do anything for you without hesitation. He’d break any rule he had to to make you happy. Without you he really felt lost.

The hurt you felt from hearing James’ words still followed you around daily but you were faring better than James. The smile you wore still felt fake but it was getting easier. You did miss being cuddled up by the fire in the common room together, missed the late nights chats you had when he snuck you both out of the castle to watch the stars, missed the mischief you helped caused, the dates you would have both in the castle and at Hogsmeade.

You only needed him to apologise and promise that you’d both work on your communication skills and you both could have what you wanted.

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James and you had been broken up for four months when he finally approached you. You were sat alone in a quiet corner of The Three Broomsticks with a warm cup of butterbeer wrapped in your hands to help fight the winter chill. The quiet was interrupted when someone cleared their throat causing you to turn and lock eyes with James.

“Hey.” He said hesitantly, hands fidgeting with one another as he looked at you shyly.

“Hi.” You replied, eyebrows raised in question to see where this would end up.

“Can, uh, I, can I join you?” The nerves he felt were written all over him, you took pity and nodded, gesturing to the seat opposite you. Once he sat down an awkward air settled around the pair of you.

“Listen, I know this is four months too late but I had to say it before there wasn’t a chance to. I’m sorry about what I said. None of it was true, I was just a jerk who let jealously take control. It’s just, you’re way too good for someone like me and, you know, I was scared you’d realise it and leave me. I know you were never flirting with other guys though, you’re just a nice person to everyone. What I’m trying to say is I really am sorry and I understand if you don’t have feelings for me anymore, Hell I’m not expecting us to go back to normal if you do it’s just that-” You let James ramble, knowing it was better to just let him run his course and decipher what you could from it but you drew the line when he started repeating himself frequently.

“James,” you interrupted gently, immediately he stopped talking, resembling a puppy who had just been called and was now giving its owner its full attention. You couldn’t stop the small smile that made its way on to your face. “I accept your apology, ok, and yes I still want to be with you but it’s not gonna be how it was before. We’ve got to talk about things, if your jealous just come to me. If we have a problem, we talk to each other.” James nodded along to everything you were saying, he knew things had to change so you were both happy.

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You and your boys had graduated from Hogwarts, all passing with grades that would benefit you. You had gotten a job in your dream field, ready to work your way up to the top whilst James and Sirius got accepted for the Aurror Program.

James had taken you to look around some of the properties that were left to him and one of them caught your eye. It was a beautiful cottage that had a breathing view, the house elves had done an amazing job tending to the gardens all these years. James and you had moved in together and were happier than ever.

Two years into living together, James took you out on your anniversary and popped the question.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you gave me another chance and we get to live our lives together. Being with you has made me a happier man and the thought of being without you hurts like hell. Remus and Sirius like to say you have me in the palm of your hand and I’ve always denied it but looking back now you really do but I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Y/F/N Y/L/N, I’m a sucker for you. Will you do me the honour of marry me?”

You’d said yes. Of course you had and you had the rest of yours lives to be suckers for the other.

Idiot

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Requested - Yes - Anon - Can I have a fake dating au with james potter but also with focus on sirius & reader if that’s ok? thank you.

Prompts - fake dating

You knew this was a bad idea. 

It was a terribly, horrible, utterly stupid idea.

Yet you still said yes.

You knew you’d be the one to suffer, the one to get hurt, because of this idea but you also knew from the minute it was proposed that you wouldn’t be able to say no. Not only because you had fancied James Potter since second year but also because you’d never been able to resist those puppy dog eyes. 

You had always known how much James had liked Lily, always had to listen to him pining about her for hours at a time. You suspected Sirius and Remus knew about your crush as they often tried their hardest to get him to shut up, though once he got started on the subject of Lily Evans there really was no silencing him; short of using a silencing charm.

You had just left the library after a few hours of studying when James Potter had appeared with an overly friendly smile on his face, giving away straight away that he wanted something. You rolled your eyes, expecting to get pulled into a prank of some sort.

“What now, Potter? I’m still serving detentions for your last bloody prank.” You told him, smiling as he laughed and threw his arm around your shoulders. This wasn’t uncommon for him to do but it always made you fight back a blush.

“Ah c’mon, Y/N, don’t be like that.” He continued to laugh before shaking his head. “Don’t worry, this time it isn’t a prank. Actually, I’ve been thinking-” He began but was cut off by you snorting. “Hey, they’re not all bad ideas! Anyway, I want you to be my girlfriend.” 

The words made you stop in your tracks causing James to stumble as his arm was still around you. Your eyes widened as you looked at him like he’d grown an extra head.

“I’m sorry?” You said for lack of anything else to say. Your mind was working a mile a minute but you weren’t able to make much sense of it, yet alone say something cohesive. 

“Not my real girlfriend obviously.” He continued, seemingly unaware of the mess inside your head. “Just my pretend one, you know to make Lily jealous.” 

You knew you should say no, knew that nothing good could come of this for you. You knew it would end in heartbreak and you didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize your friendship with James. 

“James,” You began, fully intent on telling him that you couldn't do it but James seemed to pick up on your tone and immediately widened his eyes, looking at you like a wounded puppy.

“Please Y/N/N, I’ll owe you one forever. I really think this will work.” He pleaded with a pout, “Please, I really like her.” 

With a sigh you gave in, not thinking about how easily you did.

“Fine, I’ll help you.”

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Two weeks of dating James Potter was torture. 

Ok maybe you were being slightly dramatic but the point still stood. Fake dating James meant you had all the luxuries of being his actual girlfriend whilst a voice in your head screamed at you that he didn’t actually like you. 

He walked you to classes, held your hand, kissed your cheek, cuddled with you on the sofa and everything else one would do with a partner. Hell, the two of you had even gone on a fake date which had been one of your favourite times during Hogwarts and the worst.

You had, however, noticed that Lily did seem to be taking more of an interest in James, always finding a way to get close to him, having him teach her things about Quidditch despite not caring one bit for the sport. She found any and every excuse to be his partner in classes, leaving you with Peter which usually ended in disaster, especially in potions where you were both equally as bad as each other.

Your mood since fake dating James was unpredictable, one moment you were happy and smiling in the company of your friends and the next, when reality sunk in, you wanted to be as far away from everyone as possible.

Right now you were feeling like the latter and found your way down to the black lake one afternoon when classes were over. Your mood all day had been foul but you plastered on a smile that didn’t hide anything and continued with your act. 

You knew it was going to come to an end soon, these past few days James had been attached to Lily’s side and you were shocked by just how bad it hurt to see them together.

Sitting down with your back against a rock, you stared ahead at the horizon. It was a beautiful day, usually a day like today would find you, Sirius, Remus, James and Peter sprawled out under a tree enjoying each other's company, planning pranks or completing homework that was due the next day.

Today, you were sitting alone staring at the black water that stretched for miles and it seemed fitting.

It wasn’t long until you were interrupted by somebody sitting down next to you and wrapping their arm around you, pulling you into their chest.

“I’m sorry.” Were the words that it took for you to start crying. Usually you refused to let yourself cry over something as silly as a boy but right now you didn’t care.

Sirius looked down at you crying on his chest and frowned. He knew how much you liked James, he knew the two of you would make the best couple if only James could pull his head out of his arse and realise the girl who actually cared about him had been right in front of him since they were eleven.

Sirius had watched you silently pine for years, watched you listen to James go on and on about Lily and he tried to point James in your direction but the boy was too oblivious. 

Watching Lily fawn over James when she thought he had moved on was infuriating for all the Marauders to watch. Lily liked having James there, she liked having someone like her the way James did and it made them want to smack James round the head so he realised it too.

Sirius couldn’t say how long he sat holding you in his arms, eventually you had stopped crying but made no move to get off him and he wasn’t complaining. You were his best friend along with the other three boys, he loved you like a sister and seeing you like this hurt him.

“I really like him.” You confessed quietly, feeling a weight lift from you as you admitted it aloud for the first time.

“I know you do.” Sirius replied just as quietly.

“Lily doesn't care for him.” 

“No, no, I don’t think she does. I think she quite likes the idea of James always there, maybe as a backup or just as an admirer, but she doesn’t care for him.” Sirius agreed.

“Why couldn’t I have just fancied you? Or Moony?” You groaned, tilting your head back so you could pout up at him.

Sirius laughed, his eyes lighting up as he did.

“Well nobody said you had good taste. Just be thankful it’s Prongs and not good ol’ Wormtail.” The two of you laughed as you scrunch your nose at the thought.

As tea time was nearing the two of you didn’t want to move but the need for food outweighed the peaceful atmosphere the two of you created.

“You ready?” Sirius asked as he pulled you up, his arm immediately going back around your shoulder.

You took a deep breath before shaking your head, “no.”

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A week later and you and James had ‘broken up’. 

He began dating Lily almost immediately after and you avoided him like the plague. Despite avoiding him you continued to watch him from a distance, noticing that he didn’t look half as happy as one would expect after getting with their crush since third year. 

At first you thought you were the only one to pick up on it before Sirius said something, the other Marauders agreed and then some of the Gryffindors started whispering about it too.

Three weeks into James’ real relationship with Lily found James Potter hunched over a map that showed every student. His eyebrows were knitted together as he searched for one name in particular, his eyes lighting up as he read Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“Oi!” Sirius called as James darted for the door, “Where are you going?” 

James didn’t bother to reply, instead he ran down the stairs and out of the common room. Quickly he found you wandering the corridors, just coming from Professor McGonagall’s classroom.

He was no idiot, he knew you were avoiding. Ok maybe he was an idiot because he didn’t know why. All he knew was that three weeks of actually dating Lily had left him feeling odd, he felt like he should enjoy her company more, should’ve liked kissing her and holding her hand more but for some reason he couldn’t get you out of his mind. The weeks he had spent fake dating you meant more to him than his relationship with Lily.

He tried, oh boy had he tried, but after the first week he knew something was wrong. Two weeks in it struck him that he liked you and three weeks in was when he finally had the nerve to break up with a furious Lily Evans.

Now all he had to do was convince you he was the biggest idiot in Hogwarts, not like that would be hard to achieve, and convince you what an awful mistake he had made.

“Y/N!” James called causing you to stop in your tracks. You debated whether you could walk away but eventually curiosity won over.

“James.” You said, voice void of any emotion.

“Listen,” He began, a hand coming up to nervously rub the back of his neck, he looked around and gestured to the empty classroom, “can we talk?” 

After you mumbled a yes James turned and held the door open for you.

“I broke up with Lily.” He said abruptly after a few moments of silence.

Your head shot up to look at him as your eyes widened in shock. All James ever spoke about was Lily and now that he finally had her, he’d broken up with her?

“I broke up with Lily.” He said again, “three weeks with her and she never once made me feel anything special but you, Merlin Y/N, a couple of weeks fake dating you had me feeling like I could do anything, like I could be anything. I could’ve punched myself when I realised I liked you, all this time I’ve been pining over Lily and for what? For the girl I actually like, for the girl who actually makes me happy, for the girl who’s been by my side since the day we stepped foot into this castle to be right in front of me this entire time. Merlin’s beard, Y/N, I’m such an idiot but I want nothing more than to be your idiot.”

You were lost for words, it took a moment for James’ words to register in your mind and you prayed this wasn’t a joke, no, you thought, James wasn’t that cruel. Time ticked by as you struggled to form an answer, obviously you wanted nothing more than to say yes but you couldn’t help but have doubts.

“Y/N?” James asked after a minute or two had passed.

“Sorry.” You mumbled before looking back at him. “James, surely you don’t mean this. I mean Lily-” You began but he cut you off.

“I liked the idea of Lily but let's face it she never liked me. That doesn’t mean I’m turning to you as a last resort or a backup or whatever else you’re thinking. This is me realising that i was a bloody idiot and that fake dating you was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

You couldn’t help the blush or the small smile that made its way onto your face and James’ face lit up as he saw it too and he grinned at you.

“Well we can both agree on one thing, you are a great, big idiot.” You said causing him to laugh and you couldn’t help but join in.

“But I’m your idiot, right Y/L/N?”

“Right Potter.” You said with a grin off your own.

James was more than happy to kiss the smile off your face and you had no complaints either.

Everything Has Changed

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It was September 1st, the day you had been dreaming about since finding out you were a witch. As you crossed the barrier taking you to Platform 9 3/4 you couldn’t help but take a step closer to your parents. Yes, you had wanted this day to come for so long but now that it was here it was incredibly daunting.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N.” Your parents assured you, making sure your trunk was where it needed to be. You hugged them tightly before stepping onto the train, face going pale as you saw all the other students.

You walked further onto the train, trying to find an empty compartment but it seemed like an impossible task.

“Hello,” a voice said, startling you. Was he talking to you? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Definitely talking to you then.

You turned around, coming face to face with a boy. He was taller than you and had messy jet black curls, perched on his nose was a pair of glasses and he looked at you with warm, brown eyes.

“Would you like to sit with us?” He asked, holding the compartment door open for you. The boy smiled as he watched relief fill your features, a friendly smile spreading across his face.

“If you and your friends don’t mind?” You said, gesturing to the two other boys sitting next to each other.

“Of course not, please come in.” The boy said.

“Thank you.” You replied, shuffling past them and taking a seat opposite the boy with short brown hair.

“I’m James by the way, James Potter and these are Sirius Black,” Here the boy turned his attention to you as he shot you a grin, his bright grey eyes capturing your attention. You smiled back at him, giving him a small wave which made his smile grow wider. “And this is Remus Lupin.” The other boy gave you a shy smile.

“It’s nice to meet you all, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N. Thank you for letting me sit with you.” You said, smiling at each of them, before turning to James.

“You’re welcome. You’re not from a wizarding family, are you?” James asked, causing you to laugh softly.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked back, causing James and Sirius to chuckle.

“Kind of but it’s ok. Hogwarts is great…” James began before him and Sirius began filling you in on what you needed to know about Hogwarts and the wizarding world.

As the train got closer to Hogwarts you found yourself relaxing into your seat, laughing along with the boys. When the food trolley rolled around James and Sirius bought enough food and sweets to last at least a week or two causing you to giggle before you all tucked in.

You find yourself gravitating to James on the journey there, something about him made you feel at ease, he made you feel like you could be brave.

“You said something about the houses earlier,” you began, fiddling with a card from the chocolate frog, still amazed at the moving portrait that could leave the frame, “what house are you all hoping for?”

Sirius’ face darkened for a moment before it shifted into a smirk, “I’m hoping for Gryfindor, that’ll really please Mother.”

James laughed but you weren’t sure why but shrugged it off for now.

“Most of my family is from Gryffindor so I’m hoping for that too.” James told you as he turned to face you.

Conversation flowed easily between the four of you and you hoped that they would still talk to you when you were sorted.

As the train pulled up and first years were led away from the other students, you felt your nerves beginning to grow again. Your stomach felt sick as anxiety began to fester. James, who had made sure you didn’t get lost in the flow of students, saw you looking pale and gave you a small smile before squeezing your hand in his.

“You’ll be fine,” He assured you as the boats took you across the lake, the sight of the castle only adding to your fear. “I’ll be with you the whole time.” He promised and you forced a smile onto your face before squeezing his hand back.

“Thank you.” You managed to whisper, causing him to smile.

It wasn’t long before you were walking down the length of the Great Hall, the deafening silence did little to calm your nerves. James walked behind you, in between glances of the hall his gaze drifted back to you, him smiling sympathetically as he saw the tenseness in your shoulders.

Name after name was called, your peers each walked up to a stool. Some looked as nervous, if not more nervous than you felt, whereas some others strode up and sat confidently on the chair, waiting for the enchanted hat to be put upon their heads.

You watched as James was called up, he looked confident, not flinching as the ancient hat was put on top of his head. You stared up with wide eyes as the hat needed barely any time to decide. It shouted ‘Gryffindor’ causing James to grin. He made his way over to the table, sliding into a free space opposite Sirius.

After what felt like an eternity your name was finally called.

“Y/LN, Y/F/N.”

You didn’t move, nerves had you frozen in place and it wasn’t until you felt a hand brush against yours that you jolted. You turned to look at who touched you, seeing Remus there with a soft, encouraging smile. You forced yourself to smile back shakily before your feet began moving.

You perched yourself on the edge of the stool, eyes darting around the Great Hall before the view was obscured by the old hat.

“Hmm, interesting, very interesting,” The hat sat causing you to jump, “A good mind, resourceful, you have the ability to be fairly cunning Miss Y/L/N. But more than that is a great deal of bravery,” it said and you barely managed to suppress a snort, a great deal of bravery it had said, you weren’t feeling very brave right now. “No, no, not now but in time. You’ll be fiercely protective of those you consider family, you’ve got a good amount of courage, daring too, quite the risk taker. I know, I know,” the hat said for only you to hear before it bellowed out into the silence of the Great Hall, “better be…Gryffindor!”

Professor McGonagall lifted the hat from your head and your eyes immediately sought out the two boys you’d met on the train. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw they were clapping loudly, letting out happy cheers as you made your way over to them, taking a seat next to James.

“Told you you’d be fine.” He murmured as he grinned over at you. Despite the nerves you’d been feeling all day long, you couldn’t help but return the grin, feeling more relaxed now that you were sorted.

It wasn’t long before everyone else was sorted into their house, the boys and you all beaming at each other as Remus was placed in your house. The feast was unlike anything you’d ever seen before and now that your nerves had calmed down you were able to enjoy the magical happenings around you, from the magically appearing food to the floating candles to the ghosts that popped out of nowhere.

You ate more food than you could handle and giggled along with the boys. As the evening came to a close with the headmaster rising from his seat, you glanced at James who was already looking at you. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him and James didn’t hesitate to return it.

“First years, follow me.” The Gryffindor prefect said.

You all stood and made your way out of the Hall, your head turning in every direction. Portraits and paintings littered the walls, all of the people within them moved freely from one frame to the other. You were so captivated by them you hadn’t noticed the group turning a corner.

James glanced back and smiled over at you as he turned around and made his way over to you.

“Come along, Y/L/N.” He said, causing you to jump slightly before turning to face him. You glanced around seeing you had lost track of the prefect leading you to the common room and flushed slightly.

James just laughed and took your hand in his before leading you in the direction you were supposed to be heading.

That night as you lay in bed, feeling alone in the girls dorm, you couldn’t quite get the sight of James’ brown eyes, the messy curls and soft smile out of your head and you couldn’t wait to get to know him better.

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“Seriously, Potter?” You yelled as you stomped down the stairs leading into the common room.

Nobody looked up at your shout, all too used to the antics from you and the boys. The four of you were closer than anything and despite being the only girl in the group that didn’t exclude you from their pranks and today was no exception.

“Hello Y/N, I must say, I love the pink hair.” James said as he looked up at you, a grin spreading across his face that he couldn’t fight back if he tried.

Watching as you glared at him only made him smile wider.

“You know I’m going to get you back for this, Potter.” You said, as you picked up a pillow on the couch and hit him with it before flopping down next to him.

“Yes, yes, I’ll be waiting anxiously for your comeback.” He laughed, causing you to hit him again before hugging the pillow to your chest and turning to face him.

“You’re such a jerk.” You told him. The smile on your face showing how much you didn’t mean the statement made him laugh again.

“Ah, good thing I’m your favourite then, isn’t it?” Here he turned his head, his cheek resting against the couch, as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes and an over exaggerated pout.

“Hmm, I suppose you are.” You replied with a roll of your eyes.

It had been four years since you’d first met James, you and him had grown closer and closer each day before you were inseparable. Since day one James had taken a shine to you, making sure you were ok, if people tried to pick on you, purebloods from Slytherin had taken a liking to you too, James was quick to put them in their place both at the age of eleven and fourteen.

“McGonagall is going to kill us when she sees this hair.” You told James.

“Us?” He shot back, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re the only one with pink hair here, Y/N/N.” He smirked.

“Oh come on,” you groaned and when you raised the pillow again he held his hands up in surrender, “Who else is going to spike my shampoo with hair dye?”

“You made an excellent point, Y/L/N.” James laughed, reaching over to take a strand of dyed hair in between his fingers, twirling it around.

“I hate potions.” You groaned, leaning closer to James who smiled sympathetically at you. It was no secret you were hopeless with anything potions related, thankfully you were able to be paired with James who seemed to thrive in every single class. You didn’t feel bad about letting him take over the practical side of the class as you focused on note taking.

James had tried to teach you where he could but he had had one too many cauldrons blow up in his face.

“I know you do.” He said softly, moving his hand from your hair so he could wrap his arm around your shoulder. You happily shifted closer.

It wasn’t long before Sirius and Remus came down the stairs and after more laughing about your hair the four of you headed down to the dungeons for potions.

Slughorn’s voice began to grate on you. He had never been your favourite teacher but today you just were not in the mood for him. James watched you glare at him as he ran through the properties of Weedosoros and chuckled softly to himself.

“Who teaches teenagers how to brew poison?” He heard you mutter to yourself, “Great idea professor, maybe I’ll get really good at potions and have you try my Weedosoros.” Here James couldn’t help but snort, causing you to turn and face him.

“If you get good at potions, I run naked through the Great Hall.” He whispered, causing you to smirk.

“Well I wouldn’t strip out of that robe just yet.” You laughed quietly, nothing in the world could make you good at potions.

As Slughorn continued to speak James found himself growing bored too, even though he didn’t mind potions class, double potions first thing in the morning wasn’t ideal. You and him sat in the back row, closest to the door, and James looked to Slughorn, who was focused on the board, unaware of the blank stares and the one or two students who were sleeping, before looking back at you.

“C’mon.” James whispered, nudging your arm. You raised an eyebrow as he picked his bag up and gestured for you to do the same.

“Ready?” James mouthed, taking a final glance at Slughorn who had yet to turn around.

“Ready.” You replied despite not knowing what was happening. James gestured to the door and took your hand in his. Counting down from three, he pulled you from your chair and the two of you managed to escape the room, Slughorn none the wiser.

“Where are we going?” You giggled as James dragged you down the hallway, the two of you running past the shouting portraits.

“You’ll see.” James said and when the two of you finally stopped, you more so out of breath than James who played quidditch any chance he could get, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” He said, “We missed breakfast.” You laughed as he tickled the pear, watching as it transformed into a green door handle.

The house elves were more than happy to have visitors, pushing more food than either of you could carry into your hands and as you bid them goodbye both your bags were considerably heavier than they had been only moments ago.

“What’s your plan now, Potter? We’ve still got an hour and a half before we’re supposed to be out of class.” James didn’t reply instead he slipped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you against him before leading the way to the entrance hall.

From there you were taken down to the Great Lake. James sat down on the grass before pulling at your hand and gesturing for you to sit too. The lake looked beautiful, it stretched as far as your eyes could see, hills and mountains on either side.

James and you sat together in a comfortable silence, food spread out between the two of you. The sound of waves crashing together in the distance could be heard, the air was slightly chilly but bearable.

It didn’t take either of you long to finish eating, plenty of food left over thanks to the generosity of the house elves. James shifted so his legs were spread out in front of him and he rummaged through his bag, pulling out a yellowing book, the spine was cracked and the cover was worn.

You moved to lay down, resting your head on his lap as he opened the book, you heard the sound of pages being flipped as you looked up at the sky, squinting up at the clouds drifting pass.

You let your eyes fall closed as the sound of James’ voice filled the silence, his tone soft and low and you couldn’t help but smile as you listened to him. As he got further into the book you let your eyes open slowly, lazily gazing up at the sky before turning to face James.

There was something about the peacefulness of the lake, the soft and quiet sounds of waves crashing, birds chirping, creatures rustling leaves in the woods and the soothing voice of James that made you feel inexplicably happy. Out here, just you and James, it was…easy. The two of you were yourselves out here.

You shook your head, wondering where on earth that thought had come from. You looked away from James before he could catch you staring and instead focused on the sound of his voice.

-

One day it was like something clicked into place for you. That morning you had woken up, it was Valentine’s Day so the entire castle had been decked in pink for the week and your little group had been surrounded by girls desperately trying to get the boys attention.

You’d lost track of how many times they had been asked out but each time a girl approached James you felt something twist inside you. You couldn’t explain why these girls asking James out had bothered you so much, you were in your sixth year of Hogwarts and James was an attractive man, it wasn’t like James had never been asked out before.

So why did it bother you now?

The question had plagued you for weeks and this morning when you woke up, the first thing on your mind was those warm brown eyes, those mess of curls and a soft smile that made you feel safe. That’s when it hit you.

You liked James Potter.

You liked James Potter a whole lot, despite already being attached at the hip you wanted to spend all your time with him, despite knowing so much about him you wanted to get to know him even better, despite the fact that he was your best friend you wanted him to be more.

As you lay in bed that morning, refusing to get out of bed, never being more thankful that it was a weekend, you thought back to when you had met James. Since that moment he said hello to you and held the door of the compartment open for you, you realise now, looking back that’s when everything started. James had smiled at you and you’d never left his side since.

You realised that as you looked into his eyes, nowhere else felt more like home. When you saw him smile, you couldn’t help but mirror it back no matter how bad you were feeling. When things got too much for either of you and you snuck down to the lake, staying there until everything was better.

You liked James Potter.

Just thinking about it made your stomach fill with butterflies. It was the beautiful kind of butterflies, the ones that had you blushing just thinking about him. The kind that made you want to find James and confess everything, the kind that made you feel how James made you feel…giddy.

You liked James Potter.

It was like that thought had changed everything.

When you finally pulled yourself out of bed and headed down the stairs you were greeted to James’ smirk.

“What time do you call this?” He laughed, gesturing to the seat next to him.

Everything felt different, you hardly knew how to act around James now.

You laughed, though it was slightly forced, and took the seat next to him on the couch. His eyebrows knitted together at the distance you’d put between the two of you but he quickly solved it by pulling you against him, his arm wrapping around your shoulder.

Conversation quickly turned back to whatever they’d been talking about before you showed up but you were more content to lay against James, his fingers tracing random patterns on your arm causing you to smile softly.

“You ok?” He whispered into your ear when Sirius and Remus were more focused on their conversation.

You hesitated for a moment, shifting so you could lean up and look at him. He was beautiful, the fire reflected in his brown eyes, giving them a red tinge and you thought that you could get lost in them given the chance.

You shook your head slightly in an attempt to clear your thoughts before you smiled up at James.

“I’m good.” You told him, the look he gave you showed he wasn’t convinced but he let it go.

“What are your plans, Y/N?” Sirius asked, causing you to look away from James.

“Plans?” You asked in confusion, watching as Sirius laughed whilst rolling his eyes.

“Keep up, Y/L/N.” He groaned, making you laugh. You missed the look James was giving you as he watched you laugh against him but Sirius and Remus caught it and shared a look between themselves. “Plans for Valentine’s Day.”

“You asking me out, Black?” You smirked.

“I’m afraid our love shall have to wait another day,” Sirius told you dramatically, “for I have a date with the beautiful Amelia.”

“Good luck with that,” You said, honestly surprised that Amelia had agreed to a date. “As for me, I shall be here, awaiting your return.” You said, causing them to laugh.

“Come on, you have to have a date!” Sirius exclaimed, frowning as you shook your head.

“I was asked but…” Here you trailed off, not knowing how to end the sentence. At first you hadn’t had a reason for rejecting the offers you had received, most of them were fairly decent looking guys but you hadn’t felt anything more than annoyance as they asked you.

Now though, after this morning's revelations you knew exactly why you had turned them down because despite how good looking they were…they weren’t James Potter.

“I’ll keep you company.” James said, causing you to look up at him again.

“You don’t have a date?” You asked, watching as he shook his head. “Well if the captain of the quidditch team can’t get a date, is there hope for the rest of us?” You groaned, watching as James laughed.

“I’d rather hang out with you than with anyone that asked me out.” And that was a statement, wasn’t it? You had seen some of the girls asking James out, they were stunningly beautiful and probably wouldn’t make a cauldron explode in his face and yet here he was saying he’d rather have your company.

What were you supposed to think about that?

“I’d rather hang out with you too.” You told him quietly, it was the closest you were going to get to confessing your feelings but for now it would have to be enough.

“Where are we going?” You asked later on that evening. Most students were in Hogsmeade on dates and you were ready to spend a night with James in the common room when he had entered, raising an eyebrow at your comfy attire before telling you to change.

“You’ll see.” He said and it wasn’t long before he was pulling you along down the old, familiar trail that led to your spot by the late.

As you rounded the corner to your spot you stopped in your tracks, letting out a gasp as you took in the scene. Small tea candles floated in the air, giving the darkness of the night a soft, orange glow. A blanket had been laid down on the grass, slightly larger candles rested upon it, adding to the atmosphere. There was a basket and two glasses placed on the blanket too.

You turned to look at James who looked nervously at you. You were left speechless and he couldn’t tell if it was a good sign or not but when your lips stretched into a grin, he let out the breath he had been holding and grinned back at you.

“What is all this?” You asked softly, the warm glow of candles made you want to maintain the peaceful atmosphere created.

James shifted before clearing his throat. He looked down at his feet before looking you in the eyes.

“I like you, Y/N.” He confessed and felt a huge weight fall from his shoulders, no matter how this went, at least you’d know how he felt. “I really like you and I hate that it took me this long to realise it. I should have realised it all those years ago, Merlin’s beard, Y/N/N, I should have realised it the moment we said hello. When I held that door open for you I should have known then that one day you could be mine and I would be yours, no matter how you felt. All I’ve been able to think about for weeks, months, is you. You’re beautiful Y/E/C eyes, that smile that has never once not made me smile back. Merlin, please tell me there’s something here and that this isn’t all just in my mind.” James said, rushing through his speech like he’d been rehearsing it for a while.

You were beaming at him by the time he had finished, cheeks flushed red and not because of the cold. God, how foolish you both were.

“I like you too, James. When I realised I liked you I was terrified because I thought everything would change for the worse and I didn’t even let myself consider the possibility that you would like me back, that everything had changed for good.” You told him, watching as he gave you the softest smile you’d ever seen on his face.

“I like you so much, Y/N, and I want to make up for all that time we lost being idiots who didn’t realise. I already know plenty about you but I want to know everything about you.” James said as he stepped forward, he reached up cupping your cheek in his hands and despite the cold air, your cheek were warm to touch, making him smile wider.

He gave you time to pull away but you didn’t move, not until his lips were against you. You kissed him back, the kiss started off soft and slow but all the time you’d spent not admitting your feelings had built up causing the kiss to turn. It was hot and messy and the two of you only pulled away when a sudden coldness washed over you.

The pair of you looked up, laughing at the rain that came from nowhere. It was the kind of rain that meant you were drenched through in a matter of seconds, hair and clothes sticking uncomfortably to you pretty quickly.

But that didn’t matter as you and James laughed before he pulled you in for another kiss, this time his arms snaked around your waist and you rested yours around his neck, fingers coming up to play with wet hair.

The two of you stayed outside for way longer than you should have but when you finally pulled away James rested his forehead against yours.

“Sorry we didn’t get to eat.” He said, watching as you glanced over at the soaking wet blanket and the basket.

“That’s ok,” you giggled before brushing your lips against him, “we’re going to be so sick tomorrow.”

“We should head back.” James smiled, entwining his fingers with yours.

You glanced down at your joined hands before looking up at James who, despite being drenched through, looked incredibly handsome and he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world despite the fact that you had mascara running down your cheeks and you were equally as wet.

Everything has changed, you thought to yourself, and the next day as you and James cuddled together on the couch both suffering from a cold, you couldn’t help but smile because everything has changed but it was the best type of change.

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Febuwhump Prompt - "Please don't do this."

Prompt - “Because he's a hero, darling, and when do they ever get a happy ending?”

You felt sweat pouring off you as you leant against the wall, panting for breath as your eyes stared at the door just in time to see it slam shut, trapping the uncontrollable flames caused by Fiendfyre behind them. You gripped your wand tightly in your hand as you forced yourself to take a deep breath, knowing you still had a long night ahead of you.

“It’s the snake,” Harry said, causing your gaze to snap over to him, Ron and Hermione looking down at him as he sat with his back to the wall. “She’s the last one, it’s the last horcrux.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, finally knowing the last horcrux, finally the end was in sight but you knew she wouldn’t be easy to destroy, the other horcruxes had been spread out buut Nagini, you knew Voldemort kept her close at all times and even if you managed to kill her there was still Voldemort.

“Look inside him, Harry.” Ron said, kneeling down next to his friend and you made your way over to them too, sitting next to Harry and taking his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as you shoved your own emotions down. Harry was exhausted, he was a boy thrust into a new world that had already decided his fate for him before he was born. You needed to be brave for him now and forced a smile onto your face, watching as he relaxed slightly and listened to Ron. “Find out where he is. If we find him, we find the snake. Then we’re one step closer to ending this.”

Harry closed his eyes, his face contorting in pain as he winced and you hated that you could do nothing to help him, nothing to make any of this easier. You could only sit there, shooting a scared glance to Ron who nodded at you, all of you desperate for this night to end.

You felt Harry tense beside you, breathing heavily as he watched whatever Voldemort was doing, trying to figure out where he was. He finally let out a shuddering breath, sounding scared as his eyes fluttered open. The three of you waited as he collected himself, taking a deep breath before he turned to you, seeking comfort from you as he squeezed your hand almost desperately. You forced yourself to smile again and watched as he nodded at you, swallowing against the lump in throat.

“I know where he is.” He told you all and you were all quick to stand, Harry not letting go of your hand until you were running down stairs that led to the court yard and you both needed to fire spell after spell against the death eaters. You went to round the corner but Harry grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest, holding you close as a green curse shot past you causing you to let out a scared gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes that showed your fear clearly.

“Thank you,” You breathed out and he couldn’t help but smile down at you.

“Don’t mention it.” He said, watching as Ron dealt with the death eater before you all rounded the corner together, Harry kept you behind him and seconds later he grabbed your hand as you froze, staring up at the giant in horror and if not for Harry pulling you along you would have been crushed under the quidditch post it held.

You all made your way past it, somehow, freezing again as you saw the werewolf, Greyback your mind supplied, feasting on Lavender Brown. A silent sob wracked your body as you turned away just as Hermione shot a spell at the wolf and you all ran forward again, making your way down to the boat house.

You all made your way through the building as silently as you could, hiding as you watched Voldemort and Professor Snape talk alone in the room and from your position, still behind Harry, you could see Nagini slithering across the floor.

You watched as Voldemort circled Snape, hand reaching out to grip Harry’s jacket as you listened to the conversation, stomach twisting as you realised where the conversation was heading and sure Snape had never been your favourite person, had done a lot of questionable things over the years but nobody deserved the punishments Voldemort deemed fit.

Harry glanced away from the scene in front of him, turned towards you and pulled you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him and he could feel your fingers digging into his jacket even tighter, not looking away from Snape or Voldemort. Harry rested his head against yours as he turned back too.

You watched Snape’s face, eyes falling shut as he too realised what was happening and jumped as you heard a tearing sound before you saw Snape’s body fall to the ground. Harry jumped too but managed to cover your mouth with his hand just as you gasped in horror, pressing you further against him to conceal the noise.

You heard the hissed words from Voldemort and despite not understanding them you still flinched. Harry, however, understood the order to kill completely and flinched himself but he wasn’t able to look away as Nagini continued to lunge for the man, holding you against his chest and not letting you pull away.

He waited until Voldemort disappeared from the room before he squeezed you tightly in his arms, almost as if he was reassuring himself that you were still alive, before he placed a lingering kiss to your forehead and shifted you so Hermione held you instead.

You all entered the room, you, Ron and Hermonie staying near the door as Harry knelt next to Snape, collecting his tears before you all froze. You watched as Hermonie crouched on the floor, covering her ears to try and block the noise out, Ron and Harry gripped the walls to stay upright as the room seemed to tremble and you winced, tilting your head as the voice seemed to consume every inch of you.

“You have fought valiantly but in vain,” the voice hissed out, “I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured.”

You made your way over to Harry who pulled you against him again, leaning heavily against the wall as he frowned at Voldermort’s words.

“Harry Potter, I speak directly to you.” He said, causing you to tilt your gaze up to Harry who was already looking down at you. “On this night you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me. There is no greater dishonour. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. Should you do so I give you my word that no other life will be lost on this night. You have one hour. If, at the end of that time, you have not given yourself up, then I shall punish every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.”

You were already shaking your head up at Harry before Voldemort had even finished speaking, Harry looking down at you, suddenly looking like he was carrying the weight of the world and he was about to collapse under the pressure.

“You’re not going.” You told Harry shakily and Harry leaned down to press his forehead against you before glancing down at the flask of memories in his hand.

“Come on.” He says to you all, not saying anything else as he makes his way out of the room, you under his arm and Ron and Hermonie following close behind as you make your way back up to the courtyard, looking around and feeling chills at the emptiness.

Ron pushed the doors to the castle open, the four of you glancing around at all the injured people who were being healed as you made your way over to the Great Hall. You watched Ron pause in the doorway, eyes locked on the group of redheads before they zeroed in on Fred who lay motionless on the floor.

You felt your jaw drop, a huff of disbelief escaping you as you stepped closer to the group, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared down at Fred, expecting him to open his eyes at any second, wanting it to just be a terribly, horrible joke.

You felt like hours had passed before you finally turned away from Fred’s body, seeking out Harry, your stomach dropping when you saw he wasn’t there. Your eyes darted around the room, hoping he just needed a moment to himself but you knew that wasn’t the case. Harry hated everything about this war, a war he hadn’t volunteered for, a war that was forced upon him as a child, a war where he would take the burden of every death that occured. You knew he would do anything to stop it, even if it meant giving his life.

“No,” You said as you turned from the room but Hermione stopped you, her hand reaching over Ginny to grab your arm.

“Y/N,” She began causing everyone to look over at you, tears falling uncontrollably down your face as you shook your head.

“Let go of me.” You said, surprised by how dangerously calm your tone was. “I’m not losing him, I’ll kill Voldemort myself.”

Hermione’s lips twitched upwards into a smile but it didn’t meet her eyes as she stepped around Ginny and over to you but before she could speak you cut her off.

“I’m going.” You told her, pulling your arm out of her hold and turning to leave the room, storming out of the room and stumbling down the stairs with every intention of walking into the Forbidden Forest, no matter what was to come.

“Y/N!” You heard Ron calling, running forward and stopping you with his hands on your shoulders, Hermione coming up behind him, all of you missing Harry who stood at the top of the stairs, taking a moment to just watch you all, listening to what was being said. “He’ll kill you.”

“Let him try.” You said and Harry hated the coldness in your tone, hated that you had been dragged right into the middle of the war even though he knew you’d curse him for even thinking that, knew you wouldn’t let him blame himself but how could he not?

“Harry,” Hermione gasped as he heard footsteps, darting around to see Harry walking down the stairs. Your own head snapped around and you choked out a gasp as you pulled away from Ron and ran up the stairs into Harry’s arms.

“I thought you’d gone to him.” You cried against his chest and Harry felt his throat close up, he couldn’t speak. He buried his face in your hair, holding you close and savouring the feeling, memorising everything about the way you felt in his arms and he fought against the tears that pricked his eyes.

“Where’ve you been?” Hermione asked worriedly as Ron turned to face him with concern clear across his face.

“Yeah, we thought you’d gone to the forest-” Ron began but Harry cut him off.

“I’m going there now.” He told you all and you pulled away from him straight away, glaring up at him though the effect was ruined by the steady stream of tears as both you and Ron protested.

“You’re not going!” You snapped just as Ron told him he couldn’t.

“I have too,” He said, looking into your eyes but you just shook your head, not hearing him out. You couldn’t lose him, you just couldn’t. “It’s meant to be.”

“Rubbish!” Ron exclaimed as you sniffed.

“Harry please,” You begged with him and he hated seeing you like this, he wanted nothing more than for this to be over, to take you far away from here but he knew that was impossible, he knew that even after this he probably would never see you again.

“What is it, Harry? What do you know?” Hermione asked him before you could say anything else and you looked at Harry questioningly.

“There’s a reason I can... hear them -- the Horcruxes.I think I’ve known for a while.” He said, glancing from Hermione, to Ron and finally settling his gaze on you. “I think we all knew.”

Harry watched as your eyes fell shut before you took a deep breath.

“Okay,” You said with a nod, “let’s go then.”

You made your way down the stairs, missing the looks the trio shot between them. Despite everything though Harry couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, shoulders pushed back, head held high, determined to do this.

“Y/N,” He said, jogging down to you and stopping you, wiping the tears only for them to be replaced instantly. “You can’t come.”

“You go, I go.” You told him, your voice shaking as you watched him shake his head.

“You can’t come,” He repeated and felt his heart ache as you sobbed before he pulled you into a tight hug.

“Please don’t do this.” You begged him, the words muffled against his chest but he heard them clearly. “Please don’t go.”

“Hey,” He said, taking a deep breath before he pulled away from you despite everything telling him not to, telling him to hold you tightly and not let go. “Everything’s going to be ok.”

You shook your head at his words, sobbing as you pleaded with him silently.

“You don’t have to do this alone.” You told him, watching as his forced smile quivered.

“Yes I do,” He told you softly and your eyes fell shut, desperately trying to hold back more tears but they just kept falling. Harry knew what he had to do, it was the only way to make sure everyone was safe, to make sure you were safe.

He reached his hand up to cup your cheek, brushing at the tears before he pulled you close and brought your lips together. The kiss was messy and desperate, both of you trying to convey what couldn’t be spoken, words that there wasn't enough time for because somebody had decided long ago how Harry’s future would turn out and heroes hardly ever got a happy ending.

“I love you, Y/N/N.” He whispered as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, hating the sob that left your lips as you nodded against him, scrunching your eyes shut.

“Harry,” You choked out but then he felt a small shake of your head, barely there but he felt it, “I love you too.”

Harry leaned in, pressing one last kiss against your lips, savouring the moment before he forced himself to pull away, turning to Ron and Hermione and pulling them both into a tight hug.

“Kill the snake,” He whispered to them, feeling them nod against him, “Kill the snake and then it’s just him. Then it will be over.”

With those words Harry turned and walked away, the three of you watching as he went. When he disappeared you let yourself crumble, falling to your knees as sobs wracked your body and there was a pain in your chest words couldn’t describe.

All you could do now was wait.

You were sitting on the stairs finally all cried out and feeling numb to your core as you watched people move around you but didn’t register much, not until you heard Ginny speak.

“Who's that Hagrid’s carrying?” It was an innocent question but it had your stomach dropping and you felt your blood run cold as your head snapped up before you stood from your seat as people flooded out of the castle.

You ignored them all as you took two steps forward before silently gasping as you knew exactly who Hagrid was carrying and felt your knees buckle but somehow managed to stay upright as you looked towards Harry’s lifeless body.

“Harry Potter,” Voldemort announced, glee in his tone and you felt your blood switch from cold to boiling hot as anger bubbled in your veins, “is dead!”

Seamus was closest to you and he noticed you move half a second too late, his fingers skimming your arm as you lunged forward, wand raised as you shot a curse towards Voldemort who easily reflected it.

Voldemort didn’t even get a chance to retaliate, Bellatrix sending a curse that stung your entire body and forced you onto your knees and you couldn’t do anything but slump down, tears you thought had long since ran out coming back with full force seeming to echo around the courtyard.

“Idiot girl,” Voldemort snarled at you before he continued his speech, “Harry Potter is dead!” He called out again and you felt your fists clench as his side laughed, Bellatrix’s cackle sending a shiver down your spine.

You listened as Neville stood up to Voldemort and couldn’t help but feel anger towards him at his words.

“It doesn’t matter that Harry is gone,” His words had you standing on shaky legs, your wand gripped tightly in your hand as Ron grabbed your other arm, holding you in place. “People die everyday. Friends. Family. Yes, we lost Harry tonight. But he’s still with us and so is Fred and Remus and Tonks and... all of them. They didn’t die in vain but you will.”

The anger left you as you managed a smile over in Neville’s direction, trying to figure out the moment that scared kid in first year had turned into a man that had the courage to stand up to Lord Voldemort himself. Your eyes widened as he withdrew the Sword of Gryffindor from the sorting hat before you saw movement from the corner of your eye turning just in time to see Harry roll out of Hagrid’s arms causing you to let out a sob of relief before Ron pulled you back as spells started flying around the courtyard.

“Potter!” You and Ron turned to see Draco tossing Harry a wand, his wand.

“Well done, Malfoy!” Ron yelled before looking over to you with a grimace. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

You couldn’t help but watch as Harry grabbed the wand with those seeker reflexes of his and without missing a beat turned to fire spell after spell on Voldermort.

Just as a stone wall exploded, Harry manages to make his way over to you and Ron, Neville not too far away. You let your hand touch Harry’s arm despite how much you wanted to throw your arms around him you knew it’d have to wait.

“We’ve got to kill the snake!” Harry told you both urgently, all three of you missing as Neville looked from the sword over to the snake before he was thrown back with a curse from Voldemort himself as he tried to do what Harry needed.

Ron grabbed your hand, nodding at Harry as he pulled you back into the castle, holding you tight despite your attempt to break free and stay with Harry as Voldemort led his army into Hogwarts.

“C’mon,” He yelled at you and you winced as you heard part of the castle crumble, desperately looking around but lost Harry easily. “Find the snake.” He said to you and you nodded as you dodged a curse.

You watched frozen in place as the snake turned on you and Ron, watching it rise to its full height, hissing at the two of you before you huffed out a breath as it darted past you, the three of you shooting each other confused glances but followed it down, letting it lead you back to the courtyard, Ron pulling you and Hermoine down, his arms wrapped around you both as the snake lunged for you only to be stopped by Neville.

You panted for breath as you stared at Neville in amazement before your head snapped over to Harry just in time to see him and Voldemort fire spells at the same time. Harry’s red spell meeting Voldermort’s green one as they battled against each other and you could do nothing but stare, holding your breath as you waited for something.

You watched in shock as Voldemort’s wand was ripped from his hand as it flew over to Harry before Voldemort screamed as he died before your eyes and you couldn’t stop the shuddering sobbed that spread throughout your whole body as you realised it was over.

Harry had won.

Happy, overwhelmingly happy tears ran down your face as you ran across the courtyard into Harry’s arms. Harry easily caught you and laughed disbelievingly into your shoulder as he nuzzled into you, still in shock.

“You did it!” You exclaimed, pulling back and smashing your lips against his in a messy and heated kiss, hands tangling in messy hair as he dug his fingers into your waist. “You won!”

“It’s over.” He told you, sounding as breathless as you felt.

“It’s over.” You confirmed and smiled as he leaned down to kiss you again this time it was softer, his fingers spreading across your waist instead of digging in and your grip on his hair loosened so you were caressing the dark locks.

Harry pulled away and rested his forehead against yours and you couldn’t help but smile at the disbelief written across his face.

“It’s over.” You repeated once more watching as he sagged against you, the weight of the world finally falling from his shoulders.

Harry took your hand in his leading you back towards the ruined castle, it was a strange feeling walking through the Great Hall, seeing all the injured people. You felt Harry squeeze your hand as Ron and Hermione rounded the corner, their hands tangled together and you all grinned at each other before walking out of the castle and onto the bridge.

You listened as Harry explained just why the wand didn’t answer to Voldemort and watched as Ron put the pieces together.

“You possess the Elder Wand?” You asked, laughing in disbelief because of course Harry Potter possessed all three of the Deathly Hallows. Harry grinned over at you knowing exactly what you were thinking. “Of course you have the most powerful wand in the world.” The two of you laughing with each other for the first time in a long time.

It felt good.

“What are you going to do with it?” Hermione asked and you looked at him with wide eyes as he snapped it in half before your eyes softened and you smiled over at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head against his back.

“It’s finally over.” You whispered the words, only meant for him and he smiled over his shoulder at you, his eyes soft as he did because he really didn’t think he’d get another second with you and he didn’t intend to waste any time he had been given.

The weight of the world was off his shoulders, he’d played his part and somehow he had made it out alive with his best friends at his side and you next to him the whole time, even if it meant you were willing to march to certain death.

He turned around, cupping your cheek in his hand and brushed his thumb across your cheekbone, glad to see there were no tears. He leaned down, not rushing, there was no need to rush any more, and pressed his lips to yours.

It was probably the softest kiss the two of you had shared, slow and romantic, not rushed for time, not needing to get across words that neither of you dared speak out into the world. Just the two of you together with all the time in the world.

Harry intended to make the most of every moment he had with you.

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harry oneshot based on the song gold rush by taylor swift?? i always associate that song with him because no joke he captured my entire heart and soul he's so... i can't even begin to describe him.

maybe this could take place during 6th year/hbp and the reader secretly grew to have a deep admiration for him since the triwizard tournament. she yearns for him, holds him in a higher regard than practically anyone else at that school, but doesn't dare to pursue the crush because he is simply too unattainable. and harry, although nobody knows, quietly returns the feelings, viewing her in the same "gold rush" light. (ngl i'm imaging the reader to still be filipina and ravenclaw but really, it's up to you :D)

i think i'm rambling at this point but some details i thought of are stuff sort of relating to/referencing the lyrics like "At dinner parties / I call you out on your contrarian shit" meant engaging in witty conversation with harry during the slug club's dinner parties... and yeah that's it xx

Tbh, I can relate; I associate songs with a character that captures my heart🏃🏻‍♀️🫣 I also listen to songs when I write fics, it helps me think and get in the mood (also feeds my delusion-) Now, I haven’t really listened to gold rush, I sat down and listened to it, (I’m a mirrorball and archer girlie) I hope I did this fic some justice, Thank you for requesting, honey! Sorry it took so long😣 (You’re making me fall in love with him honestly)

Glint of Gold

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem! Reader CW: None that I could think of. Possibly some typos/grammatical errors as I literally published this the second I finished writing. Summary: You’ve always felt entranced with the boy who lived- You held Harry in such a high regard it seemed that he belonged in the stars. Harry, who was marked by destiny and burdened by battles, sees you too- a glimmering presence in his gloomy and stormy world, a rush of gold in a grey.

Harry James Potter; the boy who lived. The beacon of light, hope, and resilience. His very name was a symbol of survival against immeasurable odds. It was no wonder that he was admired, he has this talent for pulling people in.

In the eyes of the world, he was the chosen one, the hero of a story still being written. But to you, he was Harry—just Harry. The boy with the lightning scar, the untidy hair, and the earnest eyes that held galaxies of unspoken emotions. You saw beyond the legend, unearthing another layer to the boy who laughed and loved, who felt pain and loss.

You know everybody wants him. Everybody wondered what it would be like to be noticed, loved, or be deemed important to him. It is a certain thought that made negative emotions swirl inside you, but who are you to judge? You’re one of those people, it would make you a hypocrite.

In the golden glow of the great hall, you watch him across your house’s table. Murmurs of hushed conversations were strewn across the vastness of the hall, clinking of silverware across the tables was nothing compared to the sound of your heartbeat pulsing in your ears as your eyes were met with his.

You tried to deny it, but you wanted him. It might sound stupid but the only thing that’s holding you back is the fear of the unknown, the what-ifs swirled and haunted your thoughts. What if he saw you as nothing more than a fellow student? What if your feelings were as invisible as a Disillusionment Charm?  What if you were just another face in the crowd to him? The idea of rejection was paralyzing.

You’d rehearse conversations in your mind, imagining witty banter and shared secrets. Yet, when faced with Harry’s actual presence, your tongue would twist into knots, and you’d blurt out something absurd like, “Did you know that Hippogriffs can dance the waltz?” Making Harry chuckle and you a blushing mess as you stammered the next words that came to mind.

You were known for your wit, yet words failed you every time you tried to speak to him. He was Harry Potter, and you were just another student who admired him from afar.

“Harry’s quite good looking, yeah?” Your friend casually comments, eyeing you as she eats some of her pudding for dessert. Your eyes widened, feeling your heartbeat quicken, words spewed out of your mouth, desperately trying to defend yourself.

“Huh?!? I wasn’t looking at him- honest!”

Your other friend shot you a knowing look, “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/n.”

But as you lay in your bed that night, staring at the canopy above, you couldn't help but let your mind wander to the possibility of 'what if he knows me? Likes me?'. The thought sent a thrill through you, a rush of adrenaline that felt like flying. You imagined the softness of his smile, how the warmth of his hands holding yours will also warm your heart, and the way your name sounded when it rolls off his tongue.

Being invited to Professor Slughorn’s Slug Club dinner party came as a surprise for you. Although you were delighted since that would mean you’ll have an excuse to mingle with other students (read as Harry, lol.). The room buzzed with chatter, but none of that mattered as you were immersed in the conversation between you, Harry, and the other students.

You finally found your voice, leaning in, a mischievous glint was present in your eye. "You know, Harry," she teased, "for a guy who's all about breaking rules, your take on potions is pretty out there."

Harry's laughter was infectious, the kind that made you want to join in. "Yeah?" he shot back with a smile, “Well, I've never been one to just follow the recipe. Where's the fun in that?" She couldn't help but laugh too, he leaned back, arms crossed, a mock-serious look on his face. "You could say that. I'm all about stirring things up. Literally."

For a moment, the world felt like it was yours and Harry's alone.

As the year progressed, your moments together became a series of stolen treasures—a glance, a smile, a conversation that lingered in thoughts. Each encounter was a brushstroke in a larger portrait of what could be, a potential future painted in hues of hope and yearning.

You clearly understood the weight he carried on his young shoulders with your intelligence. And he, in turn, recognized the light you brought into his shadowed existence. It is a contrast of light and dark, a blend of strength and softness.

There was never a dull moment when you had class with Gryffindor students, especially in Charms. Watching him from afar, you stole glances, heart like a fluttering moth drawn to the flame of his presence. So, when Professor Flitwick announced he will pair students each from your house and the Gryffindor’s, you felt your heartbeat thud quickly. Even more so when he announced you would be paired with the Golden Boy himself.

The next day, you found a note tucked into your Charms book. It was written in a messy scrawl that you'd recognize anywhere—Harry's handwriting. "Meet me by the lake after dinner?" it read. Your heart leapt. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something.

Under the moon’s silvery glow, you ambled your way to the Black Lake. The crumpled note in your pocket with Harry’s handwriting was smudged due to you reading it countless times. You waited for him patiently, looking at the moon, humming and trying to keep yourself occupied. After what seems to be like an eternity later, he arrived. His hair was ruffled, looking like he had just run from the Gryffindor tower all the way to your location. His silhouette framed by moonlight; your heart somersaulted.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice soft. “Thanks for coming, I wanted to talk.”

You nod, feeling your tongue suddenly heavy with words unsaid. “About what?”

He bit his lip, a habit of his that you noticed he tend to do when he’s nervous. “You know, the important stuff.”

And then, he pulled out his Charms textbook—the pages worn and dog-eared from years of use. “I thought we could go over some charms we need to perform for Professor Flitwick,” he said. “You know, practice makes perfect.” Harry shrugs, offering a smile.

Your heart skipped a beat. “But we’ve already mastered almost everything.” Raising your eyebrow, you protested. “Why revisit it?” Harry’s eyes sparkled.

Because it’s not about wand movements or anything of the sort. It’s about bridging the gap between us.  Harry thought.

“There’s one thing the textbook doesn’t teach,” He confesses, trying to calm his pounding heart.

“What’s that?” you raised an eyebrow.

He hesitated, then slowly and surely cupped your face in his hands. “The magic of connection,” he said.  Then, he kissed you—a soft, lingering kiss. The Charms book lay forgotten in the grass. Pulling away, he smiles, taking your hand in his, running his thumb across your knuckles.

“I don’t know what our future holds,” he starts, “But I do know I want you to be in mine.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

The Golden Boy was no longer a distant constellation. He was here, real, and beside you; the sole witnesses of the exchange are the moon and the black lake.

It wasn't a grand declaration, but it was real and honest, and to you, it was everything.

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Me or the City? ft. Draco Malfoy

In a relationship with Harry James Potter

𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 & 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩

: ̗̀➛ Mattheo Riddle x Fem!reader | Brief!Harry Potter x fem!reader

: ̗̀➛ Summary: Jealousy makes the heart grow fonder.

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: Alcoholism, Dark!fic, Ravenclaw!reader, Bullying, Unrequited Love, Shy!reader, Toxic Relationship, Jealousy, Narcissism, Weaponizing!Harry (sorry boo), Fluff, A bit of Angst, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), DubCon, Semi Public sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Dom/Sub, CNC, humping, Spitting, Degradation, Dacryphillia, Choking, Gagging, Subspace, Slapping, Sadism, Breeding Kink

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A/N: Hell truly is empty. I apologise in advance.

You have made peace with the incomparable fact, long ago, that if the muggle God existed - if he is known to shepard Muggles and Wizards alike, then he was far too busy to attend to you. There is just too much going on all at once. The wizarding world is caught in its archaic intolerance of Half-Bloods. On the mortal side, you were informed from your private tutoring with Professor McGonagall that their smartphones are threatening devolution.

“It’s the closest thing they’ve got to a wand, Lovie, so we can’t really fault them on that, can we?” 6 years into your schooling at Hogwarts and you would continue to shadow Professor McGonagall, hoping you might one day soar to her heights of academic prestige in the wizarding world. You needed to be a Professor as much as a mortal needs to breathe….

You cannot let him, of all people, ruin things. Your reputation is a fragile, flammable thing - and he is freaking Kerosene.

It's difficult to pinpoint when it started or how your sensibilities rushed away from you so swiftly. One moment you’re planting your textbook on the face of a wooden desk - the sound reaching the rafters in the highest peak of the deserted classroom…

“A Guide To Advanced Transfiguration.” Mattheo read the title aloud with a tedious uninterested drawl. “Seems a bit presumptuous to shove this down my throat so early on. Shouldn't we be starting from the beginning?"

You ignored him promptly, using the silence to arrange your colour coordinated stationery on your desk beside Riddle's,

“I had no idea," You began, brushing off your blue lined robes and flattening the invisible creases on your skirt, "-That the person residing under my tutelage would be a first year."

Riddle stabbed the inside of his mouth with his tongue, while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Your face remained passive as you continued, "You are a sixth year, correct?” You asked with a snide tilt of the head before planting yourself on the desk beside him.

“You are a big boy capable of understanding big boy books,” Unbeknownst to you, your words managed to stir something foreign within Mattheo but he conceals it with his usual veneer of arrogance as he swings his head lazily in your direction.

"May we begin?" You asked, with your back straightened - inches away from his hand now hanging on your chair.

"In a bit…" he says, "Just..." his voice trails off as his eyes scan over your visage, likely assessing it like an unseen tapestry. The truth is, Riddle did not know you prior to being forced under your tutelage. His droopy brown eyes appeared even more so as he broke the distance between you two and studied you closer. A tense silence grew pregnant in the ancient classroom, and your resolve was beginning to slip. Only one thought inflated a puddle of anxiety in your stomach:

Could this be your first kiss? Is this what first kisses looked like? Could this be your very first brush of intimacy overall?

Your brain failed to rationalise and compartmentalise his attraction, but your heart pushed your head closer.

"Call me a big boy again..." He had whispered… which evidently led you here.

Your lesson had ended with your hand covered in his release and a breathless smirk painted across his face. "This goes without saying," he breathed out with a satisfied smirk, "But tell anyone about this, and you're dead."

Ever since that day, your tutoring has been but a veneer of something much more sinister. When you were thrusted into the light of day, Mattheo overlooked you as did lots of his Slytherin friends. Besides the occasional threat and vague insult, you mean nothing to him.

When you two are alone, however, as you are right now, he would enchant you into servitude, lightly pushing your head down while he kissed you silly until your knees were planted on the hardwood floor.

Mattheo briefly opens his eyes to peer down at you. It is then when you notice the fresh bruise dotting the side of his face, and his pillowy lips split by a small incursion. He had very clearly gotten into another fight..

“Your mouth feels so fucking good when you're not using it to be a smart ass,” His words illicit a bubble of heat inside you.

Despite all this, you are clearly aware of the fact that you should not be enjoying this at all. Not one bit. For starters, you can feel the old wooden floors digging into the meat of your knees and the crisp winter chill is unkind to your scantily dressed state. Your shirt is unbuttoned because Mattheo was like a moth to a fucking flame when it came to your ample breasts and his hand is buried tightly in your kinky curls, forcing his cock even further down your throat. The very bones of Hogwarts seem to be in vehement protest of your blatant whorishness.

3 silver chains hang from his neck as he plants his other hand against the wall behind you, blocking your kneeling frame between both him and cold, hard stone. You crane your neck back, keeping a half lidded gaze on the jewelry that drives you feral with lust. You are content imagining that perhaps, when he is getting ready in the slytherin common rooms, he wears the silver for you. A fanciful thought but one that consistently has your intestines weaving themselves into knots.

That, paired with his striking, jet black blazer, which is discarded somewhere in the abandoned classroom, has you keening and fighting to take even more of him into your mouth. Perhaps you were peacocking a little - flatting your tongue so his cock slid seamlessly to the back of your throat while you fought to ignore the pain blossoming on your scalp. He had turned you from an inexperienced nun to something you're not quite ready to examine yet.

"You're finally putting this head of yours to good use…" Despite his feigned arrogance you're utterly delighted knowing that only you can bring Mattheo to such an utterly restless state. He does not really know what to do with himself.

Not when you took so much of him, so well.

You clench your toes.

Feeling himself get too close, Mattheo eases his cock fully out of your mouth, languidly stroking himself but still assuming a firm grip on your scalp. He is operating on that very specific plain of narcissism that was special to Mattheo. He is aware of your presence, physically, but his words are spoken into the open air, like you are an inanimate object. A glorified toy.

"Are all Ravenclaws as compliant as you are?”

You bring a crisp white sleeve up to your lips, wiping away the excess drool as you remain kneeled in front of him, knowing he has yet to finish.

"If you ever think of finding out," your voice is hoarse, "this will be the last time I offer you any free study sessions."

"Is money all you seek?" He attempts to feign composure, continuing to languidly stroke his cock. "How utterly greedy. I thought- fuck… - I thought you were far more philosophical than that"

You watch hungrily as Mattheo bites on his pillowy bottom lip. He is prolonging the release, taking his time as he usually did... "If you plan on edging yourself in my mouth instead of actually finishing the job, I do have other commitments to attend to-"

He ignores you... his brows furrowing and smoothening at odd intervals as he continues to touch himself while studying you.

"We may not be studying… but I still intend to pass Transfiguration, hope you're aware." He punctuates his sentence with an breathless laugh- it blossoms across his usually stoic visage, raising his buttercup cheekbones towards his smiling eyes.

As he talks, you examine his scars and feel the slow essence of admiration seep into the pit of your stomach. An arguably pathetic feat, given that your feelings will not ever be reciprocated.

Brewing inside you is the need to take care of him. You knew the rest of the student body viewed Mattheo as a glorified parasite. Something that is only capable of thinking within the capacity of its own means. Something that takes, and takes, and occasionally jokes around, and takes. But how could he know anything different? You suspected that his home life was built on the foundation of survival, on needing to be the loudest, and proudest, and worst of them all.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The sharpness of his words slice through your thoughts, bringing you back to yourself. Mattheo's gaze is placed firmly on something down below. Throughout his mindless tirade, your hand had taken to rubbing soft, comforting circles against the leg of his pants, quite literally on its own accord. Mattheo is bent over, head tilted as he watches you questioningly. Seconds stretch to a minute, and your stomach sinks as time passes.

Eventually, he dismisses you. He shakes his head. "Whatever," He says, tilting your head back and lining your mouth with the head of his cock once more. His visage darkens into a cruel sadistic grin. "Tell me you want me to come in your mouth."

Almost instinctively, you do as he orders and like clockwork, you swallow his cum, wondering if he knew how deeply and truly your words actually were. There was a moment, perhaps imagined, in which his fingers gripping your hair, melted to the side of your soft, supple cheek. It stays there for longer than necessary, leaving bits and pieces of your composure scattered in its wake.

Mattheo soon straightens his posture, stuffing his flaccid cock back into his pants before making himself as presentable to the student body as they know him to be (which admittedly is not a lot) And before he turns to walk away, he leaves you stranded on a glacier with his ice cold words cutting deep into your beating heart.

"Tell anyone about this-"

"And I'm dead," You interject, "I know."

And with that, you pull your ruffled collar over your lint-free school jersey and check your reflection to assess the damage Mattheo and his iron grip might have left. You needn't wait for an extension on the conversation because your job here was done, (pun so malevolently intended).

As far as Mattheo is concerned, you are an easy conduit to release his frustrations through because your unpopularity makes you so incredibly inconspicuous. You blend into any given crowd at any given moment, your name seldom reaching the heights of ridicule among his group because you are so unforgettable… There had been no reason to point out your flaws, not because you did not have any, but because you were simply invisible.

It is particularly strange to have any social interaction beyond the bounds of group projects and class discussions… so Harry Potter gifting you even a sliver of attention had been violently unorthodox. So unorthodox, in fact, you failed to look up from the weathered pages of your novel when his gentle voice wafted in your direction during a rare free period in Study of Ancient Runes. Your professor has been summoned quite promptly by the headmaster and has yet to return. The class has been in a state of havoc ever since.

"I don't know if you're aware of this but…" A deep shadow over the pages alerted you to his presence, "They both die at the end."

It was incredibly rare that Potter, who sat at the desk directly in front of you, ever felt the need to strike up conversation that was not purely academic. Gryffindors made use of Ravenclaws as often as Slytherins.

So naturally, you peer curiously up at him…

"Sorry?"

"Y-Your book. It's a muggle book, isn't it? I haven't seen anything with a cover like that around here. It's refreshing. Everything in the wizarding world is ancient and leatherbound." He mumbles as his index finger slides into the collar of his red quidditch jersey. He finds himself suddenly overcome by a wave of embarrassment even though there was nothing at all to be embarrassed about… he turns his chair slightly in your direction, his eyes darting to the door and the empty teacher's seat before meeting yours once more.

"'They Both Die At The End." He says, pointing towards the title.

"Oh…" You affirm, rocking your head back and forth, "You were making a joke?"

"No," Harry snickers before waving a large hand in dismissal, "Evidently, the only thing I 'made' was a complete and utter fool of myself."

You're not sure when it happens but you feel the lower half of your face melting into what you suspect is a smile. You can feel your shoulders relaxing and your novel lowering imperceptibly.

"Work on your delivery next time and maybe we'll be getting somewhere."

"Is that how it is!?" Harry asked, pleasantly surprised by your banter, "- I could've sworn I had a shred of dignity before the start of this conversation. Now I'm not quite sure where that went."

Mattheo's feet pass over the threshold as soon as the sound of your laughter rushes past him. It is almost charming in its familiarity but incredibly curious in its rarity. He can't recall ever seeing you with your head thrown back while the instinctive sound of amusement races through your throat. He does not know he's staring until Draco shoves past him, to get to their own seats in the front of the class.

His eyes remain on you as he makes his way to his desk, hoping, perhaps, that you would turn your head infinitesimally, in acknowledgment of his presence.

You do nothing of the sort, and it not only fills him with a weird sort of dissatisfaction but it bubbles into full blown vexation when he realises who is capturing your attention so viscerally.

Mattheo has never prided himself on his patience or tolerance.

Overthinking is something he consistently lives without.

Most of his actions were spurred from things he felt in the now, and he was really fucking uncomfortable with what was happening now.

His glances at the front of the class before finding you once more in the very back corner of the class. He notices that Harry is stationed in front of you but the seat beside you is completely deserted.

Did you not have friends?

And more importantly; how did he never notice until now?

What if…

Perhaps if he…

"You didn't let me know we were having a picnic," The sound of a chair scraping against the tiles had both you and Harry rallying into silence. Mattheo appears at your side, pushing the chair against yours so he, too, sits facing Potter - who suddenly appears incredibly uneasy. Gone is the comfortable atmosphere cooked by easy and amicable conversation. Mattheo injecting himself into your little bubble created a suddenly charged and suffocating atmosphere. You cannot keep your wide eyes off Mattheo as he lowers himself to his chair beside you with his legs spread as he slouches down, like he always does.

"Don't stop on my accord," He exclaims, completely oblivious to the fact that your professor might walk in at any minute. "What were we talking about?" Your heart wrestles in your chest as you see him turn to address you. His slouching puts him a level lower than you, but it does nothing to lessen his intimidation.

"Maybe I should ask, Potter?" Mattheo turns his attention to the front, "What were you lot talking about?" There is not a trace of friendliness present in Riddle's tone. In fact, it's the very opposite. Your nerves, swelling with anxiety, only escalate into full-on panic when you feel him place a large hand on your skirt under the table.

Harry's voice is low and his eyes are trained on the floor, "Books-"

"Books!" Mattheo cuts him off with sarcastic fervour, "How utterly fascinating!" The hyperbolic wonder in his tone is utterly rude and unbecoming, but you look down at your desk in blatant anger. Refusing to be a part of whatever this is.

"And tell me, Potter, how many books have you read so far?"

It is then that Riddle's once stationary hand begins the faintest trace of movement. He begins slow and tame, his callouses barely registering on the soft fabric until his fingers prod the lining of your skirt…

Your breath hitches in your throat.

Never had Mattheo ever displayed a desire to touch you. Not in the way he made you touch him. It was made explicitly clear that only he would benefit from your secret rendezvous' and so you were left to deal with your aching cunt alone, with the image of the face he made when he came, still burned into your mind. It had never been about you.

"A couple,'' says Harry, fighting to show this bully that he was unaffected by his intimidation. If only he knew that with every advance Mattheo's palm made, you were slipping farther and farther away.

"A couple books?" Asks Riddle for clarity. He remains lax and languid on the inside, but the nature of his wandering hand underneath the desk tells a new story.

He finally slips under your skirt.

His palm connects with the softness of your thighs and he seems utterly pleased by it. His hand is immediately restless to explore how far you would let him go. Which isn't very far.

Not at all.

If he thought he could suddenly touch you after myriad occasions of using you like a discarded toy… he had another thing coming.

The tips of Mattheo's fingers make gradually increasing strokes along your thigh until his fingers prod the stretch marks on your inner thigh. It is there when you stop him, clenching your legs together, blocking his hand from any further movement.

Mattheo's voice is strained as he says, "And you like reading, Potter?"

Sensing something brewing between the two of you - your withdrawn, hazy gaze, staring directly through the desk and Mattheo's overabundance in questions, has Harry reeling backwards.

"I asked you a question, Harry."

"I like reading."

"Good! That's really good!" Quite suddenly, Riddle tilts the ends of his half-moon nails into your thigh. His nails bite into your skin, forcing them to weaken and unclamp. Before you're even able to think, his palm is cupping your cunt through your panties- forcing an indecent yelp from your throat which you quickly (and very badly) disguise as a cough.

Mattheo is utterly pleased while he continues mindlessly stroking your cunt. Not for the purpose of any glorious stimulation. His hand is just there to show you (and perhaps maybe himself) that he has access to the most private part of you.

That thought alone has an unforeseen and sudden wave of lust coursing through his veins and surging straight to his hardened cock. He thinks of all the things he could have done to you but failed to do. He thinks about how, up until this point, he had ever been satisfied with using your mouth alone, not when he was denying himself the softness of your pussy all along.

He felt angry with himself, for being so fucking stupid, he is angry at Potter for seeing whatever it is he saw in you, way before he did and, possibly most harrowing of all is the fact that he is angry with you. And he can't help but be angry at you. How easily you whore yourself out to any and every man. If this thing with Potter had gone far enough, would you replace him? Had you even fucked Potter before?

You bite down on your lower lip as your head bows even further into your book. The words blend into one another, and all you can feel is a rise in temperature and Mattheo's suddenly restless fingers, pressing rudely against your clit - for the sole purpose of ripping an orgasm out of you right then and there, at the very back of an unsupervised classroom, with Harry Potter still very much a part of the conversation.

"You've got so many books to read in your lifetime," Says Mattheo. He sits up slowly, likely spurred on by the dampness seeping through your panties. "Don't cut your long life short by trying to entertain other people's girlfriends, yeah?" Gone are any traces of feigned friendliness. "Fucking Mudblood,"

Your skin feels like you are bathing in magma and you hope Potter could not see the slight tremor in your hand as you gripped the sides of your book with more force than necessary.

Mattheo's words… they have you shifting forward and widening your legs minutely. You crave for nothing more than to roll your hips in tandem with the circles he's pressing against your clit.

"Understood?"

Your orgasm is dangerously close, with the promise of sheer, disgusting shame and embarrassment if he continues. You feel Harry give you one final curious look, perhaps pleading for an interjection of denial at some point but you've taken to bouncing your knee under the table, hoping the vibrations might create enough friction to aid Mattheo's hands. He is keeping you trapped in a space of wanting. So much so, that this almost feels like a punishment.

Once Harry is turned back around and facing the front of the class, Mattheo lowers his lips to your ears. The damp smell of firewhiskey floods your nostril and you realise that he is completely drunk. In the second lesson of the day.

However, you're so completely stimulated, even the warmth of his breath as you fight the urge to hump into his hand like a lost little puppy until you make a mess all over his hand.

"You're such a fucking slut, you know that?" Your book drops to your desk - muffled by the sounds of the classroom cacophony. "You like being humiliated like this?" He asks, almost in complete awe. It takes everything in you not to moan outright.

"Fuck," You whisper to yourself, blinking your eyes shut, warding off the need but to no avail. His fingers are long and limber, and they have you nearly cumming right there, in front of your entire fucking class. Had it not been for your Professor's haphazard arrival into the class, and the swift removal of Mattheo's fingers from between your legs… you might truly have become the slut he labelled you as.

Instead of moving to his designated seat, Riddle raises his hand for the professor… the very same hand that has previously been in between your legs.

"Yes, Mr Riddle?" Asks the Professor, his voice as lacklustre as his appearance.

"May we be excused? We were excused by Professor Slughorn to assist him in-"

"Fine, fine," Says the professor with a wave of dismissal before turning his attention to the rest of the class. "The rest of you, open your textbooks to page 56."

Riddle's hand is clamped around your forearm, already leading you swiftly out the door in a long and wide stride. Had it been any other teacher at all, they might have recognized this for what it so clearly was.

"Here," you have barely made it fully into the boy's bathroom before Mattheo is stuffing his fingers down your throat, making you gag and yelp at the sudden intrusion. "Tell me how good you taste." He doesn't even bother to make sure you're truly left alone in the bathroom before pushing your front against the bathroom sink.

"Is that good?" His voice is as sweet as honey as he forces his fingers deeper down your throat, causing you to cough and gag around them.

Mattheo has half his sense to pull his wand from his back pocket, and without turning around, whispers "Colloportus," and the heavy doors snap shut.

You're supposed to be afraid because you've never seen him like this. Mattheo is always a ball of sarcastic energy between trysts, but it's usually an energy he can somewhat contain.

You don't know what to do with him, not when he's watching you choke on his fingers through the mirror, while his other hand fondles at your breasts and rips your bra down until your nipples are poking through your school shirt.

The figure in the mirror distorts as your eyes begin to water. Thick beads of tears grow pregnant at the ends of your eyes before rolling down the side of your face.

"My girl," Mattheo presses his face into your hair, breathing you in, pressing his body into your side. His hard cock in unmistakable through his school pants, "My messy little girl,"

You finally moan candidly while your fingers grip the countertops and your hips buck into nothingness. Your eyes plead with him in the mirror, hoping they relay how utterly useless with lust you have become. It would not take hard work to make you cum, you're sure one more flick against your material-clad nipples might send you over the edge.

"Fuck, why didn't I think of this sooner,"

This is all new, even for the two of you.

"Spread your legs." He commands, even though his feet are already kicking them apart.

"Come here," you break eye contact in the mirror to face the boy behind you. Mattheo removes his fingers sitting in your mouth, leaving a trail of sticky saliva in its wake before replacing it with a long and messy kiss- one that has his tongue forcing itself inside.

Mattheo weaponizes your distraction to reach around and slide your panties to the side with one hand while he rubs your soft nub with his other, spit-coated hand.

You break away from the kiss, neck craning back and mouth hanging open while your eyebrows dissolve into crescents. You cannot look away from him, as you hump his hand.

"You wanna cum?" You nod enthusiastically. "And what if I told you, you can't cum until I've fucked that little pussy of yours? Hm? What then?" His words have you mewling from the sheer pleasure they bring and your orgasm threatens to snap once more.

"Fuck," He hisses, feeling unable to remove his hand from your wet cunt but needing to, in order to undo his belt and pull his aching cock out. "Don't you dare fucking touch yourself," He says in a deadly quiet voice before bringing his hand up to your mouth. "Spit." You don't ever think of disobeying him, not when you're swimming so deeply in your subspace, not when he's the one to bring you here.

Mattheo collects every bit of saliva you offer him before coating his cock in the stuff.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, he does what his body is screaming for him to do: he bends you over the bathroom sink and pushes cock right through your slippery folds. It's tense and painful and your voice is hoarse from doing all that screaming but the sudden contact strokes a deeply sated part inside yourself. His curved and pretty cock rams your insides with reckless abandon, all while he delivers small slaps against your cheek. Riddle keeps a firm grip on your throat. His mouth is inches away from you while his hips rut into yours. His words are being delivered through clenched teeth.

"You think you're so fucking smart but you're just my little whore, arent you? A little whore thst fucks anything that gives her the slightest bit of attention?" It doesn't even register that Mattheo wrongfully suspects that there had been something between you and Harry but you keep your mouth shut. For all his indifference in the past, this is how you would make him pay.

"Oh~ fuck." His cock bruises your cervix, leaving him balls deep and feral inside you. "Fucking Potter?! You wanna give what's mine, to fucking Potter?!" His voice is utterly depraved and animalistic and it has your orgasm cresting.

He is panting, while he mumbles into your ear.

"What would Potter think? If he saw you like this? What would he think? Would he still want your slutty pussy knowing I've been inside it? Knowing that I've cum so deep inside you? Completely ruining you for anyone else, huh?"

"You…" The tears threaten to spill, "It's only ever been you, Mattheo -oh my god! I'm so fucking close!" You fight down tears as the lava begins to bubble at the pit of your stomach.

"S-Say it again. Tell me you want me!" He exclaims, "Tell me you fucking need me."

"Oh my God, Mattheo, I fucking need you." You push your hips back to meet his thrusts.

His voice wavers after your confession. His strokes became sloppy. His mind is flooded with the tightest of your cunt around his cock- how someone so smart could possibly ever say they need him. It has a flood of heat pooling at the base of his cock. "You're so fucking pretty… my pretty girl - my pretty whore," He nods to himself while his heavy cock finds purchase in a specific clump of sensitive tissue inside your cunt. It has you clamping your own mouth shut, your arms wavering while your back arches towards him, only allowing him better excess.

"I need you," You say once more, swallowing a ball of saliva as you nod towards him through the mirror, "I need you to cum inside me."

"Oh my fucking god," Mattheo's eyes soften in their desperstion, "M'gonna fucking breed pussy right here- fuck!" His grip on your throat grows tighter until you're wholeheartedly cut off from your air supply. You hump his cock until you feel it twitch inside you.

"Y-Youre making me cum, baby- fuck-" You feel his hot cum spurting inside your walls, triggering your own orgasm that has you gripping his cock like a vice.

"So… so pretty" His hips stutter against yours until you've completely drained him of his cum. A sharp tremor settles over your bones and you gasp in vague increments, waiting for the overwhelming state of euphoria to subside… but it never does.

The weight of what you had done comes crashing back down but you are unable to feel anything besides an immense wave of satisfaction at having your deepest need satiated.

"I think I nearly killed Potter today." His voice is a hoarse echo within the school bathrooms.

"There is no Harry Potter," You say, watching him through the mirror, "In my whole world, there is only ever you, Mattheo."

And a part of him believes you, but he refuses to affirm something as emotionally stifling as that. Instead, Mattheo's eyes flutter shut as his nose finds your hair once more. His cock is still buried inside you, and you hiss as he moves his hips slowly, almost insitinvely. He loves being so wholly enveloped by you. He loves feeling you everywhere.

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☆ Stay Up With Me [Harry Potter x F! Reader]

Here's a little one for Harry ! I don't think I've ever written for him before, but here goes nothing!

Criticisms and Requests are both welcome! :)

Inspiration Song: Heaven Sent Is a Coffee Cup - Bears In Trees

Genres: Fluff ☆

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Harry sat quietly in front of the fireplace, a worn and well-used DADA textbook laying open in front of him on the coffee table. Crackling wood overtook the silent air as the moon rose into the sky, casting a dim silver light into the Gryffindor common room. He had been sitting there for hours trying to wrap his head around a new spell, but perhaps it was about time he gave in to the temptation to take a quick break and pay attention to the girl beside him.

Y/N looked up from her parchment and her eyes met Harry's, connecting silently before they exchanged tired smiles. Y/N put down her quill amd shuffled across the sofa to rest her head on Harry's shoulder, hugging his arm as he let his head rest on top of hers. It was moments like this that he was really grateful for- getting to spend the late evenings with her once everybody else had gone off to bed. Without moving Y/N too much, he leaned over to the table and picked up his cup of coffee, bringing it to his lips and taking a fairly long sip of it while it was still somewhat warm, the steam fogging up his glasses a bit before he put the mug back down.

"Think we should call it quits for tonight?" Y/N asked, nuzzling into his shoulder as her eyes drifted shut.

"Yeah, I think we've worked hard enough for one day. How about a game of wizard chess?" Harry suggested, bringing his arm around her and rubbing her arm gently.

"Always." She replied, sitting up and rolling her parchment.

Harry pulled a chess board from beneath the table and set it out, ready to play. It wasn't too long of a game, but the atmosphere was just right. It wasn't uncommon for Y/N and Harry to end their nights with a game of chess- the dim lighting and waving fire made for a romantic setting, not to mention the rare common room silence. Of course, it was just a lighthearted game, and Harry won, being more practiced than Y/N was.

"You've been practicing since last time." Y/N smiled, putting the chess board away.

"Only a little bit, you're still good competition." He nodded, "It's getting late, I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

"Of course!" Y/N yawned, scooting over to give him a peck on the lips, "Goodnight Harry."

"Night, love!" He called as she walked up the stairs to her dorm, himself only following a few minutes behind her.

Y/N found herself laying awake with a view of the ceiling, unable to fall asleep despite her best efforts. She decided she might as well get up and refill her glass of water, walking down the stairs from the dormitories to the common room. When she reached the bottom of the stairwell she saw Harry sitting on the sofa, glass of water in hand while he stared at the fire. The common room was completely empty apart from the two of you. Harry turned his head to see you and smiled with tired eyes.

"Can't sleep?" He asked, patting the empty space next to him.

Y/N shook her head and sat down beside him, leaning into his shoulder and closing her eyes while his arm found its way around her, his hand coming to rub her arm comfortingly. Harry let his cheek rest on her head, gazing off into nothing.

It was the quiet nights you were often the most thankful for, even if the two of you never spoke a word to each other. His presence was relaxing, the way his chest moves with each calm breath, the way Harry would shift his arm ever so slightly to get more comfortable, how we pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Y/N wrapped her arms around Harry and snuggled into him, burying her head into him. The boy turned towards her and in no time at all Y/N found herself laying on top of Harry with his arms around her, her cheek pressed to his warm chest to hear his heart beating rhythmically.

Warmth from the flickering fire added to the cosiness and homely feel that the common room supplies them with; it wasn't long until Y/N felt her eyes beginning to flutter closed. Harry's hand rubbed her back slowly, his own eyes struggling to remain open until he inevitably fell asleep too.

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Danger | H.P.

Harry Potter x Muggle reader

Warning:bad language

Summary:It’s the last day of summer holiday,Harry is ready to start his fifth year at Hogwarts and you,as a muggle,are ready to start a new year in your high school. You are now at Dursley’s house to take your science book back from your friend Dudley but some Dementors suddenly attack you.

You rang the bell of Dursley’s house and Harry came to open the door <<Where’s Dudley?>> you asked rudely,without even saying hi to the boy <<Upstairs,why are you here?>> Harry demanded <<Why should I be here? I have to see Dudley,he hasn’t given my science book back since July started and I need it for tomorrow. But why should I give explanations to you,Potter? Let me in>> you pushed the boy aside and walked in the house,Petunia immediately welcomed you.

<<Hello darling! How are you? You want to see our Dudley?>> she asked,she had always been really polite to you and she had always loved spoiling you with sweets and homemade biscuits or cakes. You knew the woman hoped you would become Dudley’s girlfriend but you had never thought about it. Being Dudley’s girlfriend? Not even if he was the last boy on heart,just the idea of cuddle with him made you want to throw up.

<<I am. I need my science book back>> you said smiling;the woman was already offering you a piece of apple pie so you had to refuse it shaking your head <<Potter go and call my boy>> the woman yelled at Harry and he went upstairs,rolling his eyes.

A few minutes later Dudley came down <<What’s up?>> he asked,looking at you <<Where’s my book?>> you demanded,with your arms crossed and a pissed face <<Your book,right! Harry take it for me. It’s on my desk>> Dudley said <<Why should I? It’s her book in your room and you both have legs and hands to go up and take it>> <<I don’t fucking care,just give my book back to me!>> you exclaimed in exasperation,going upstairs.

Once you were in Dudley’s bedroom you took your book,run downstairs and then left the house followed by Dudley <<What about drinking something together?>> he asked <<I don’t have time>> you replied still walking <<But- >> you cut off Dudley’s sentece <<What the fuck is happening?>> you demanded,noticing that in a second the sky became grey and the cold wind started blowing hardly. You even got shives in your entire body because,suddenly,the temperature lowered.

You looked up and saw two strange black creatures flying towards you. You didn’t know how to describe them:they seemed to be skeletons covered in a black long ripped tunic.

As soon as Dudley had seen them he screamed and run away,but you were so scared that you couldn’t move. Your book slipped down from your hands,producing a suffocated noise as he touched the ground. Vapor coming out from your opened mouth as the coldness was slowly breaking into your bones. You didn’t know what to do,you just knew that you felt every single little drop of happiness leaving your body.

The two creatures began to fly around you,staring with their eyes,wich were just holes,into your soul. You could see their faces lacking of skin and flesh,getting every second more blurred. The energy in your body was slowly becoming less and less,until,without even realising it,you fainted.

Harry saw the grey sky and was about to go outside when he heard Dudley scream. <<There are ghosts mum! They’re black and they fly. They’re so fucking creepy!>> he yelled closing himself into his bedroom. Harry had immediately understood he was talking about dementors so,without thinking about anything,he ran outside.

He was looking at the sky,following the figures of the two dementors which weren’t so far away from his house. Once he reached them and saw you,lying on the ground unconscious,while the two monsters where sucking all your energy and happiness out from your pretty body he felt his heart break in one million pieces:he had already lived that scene,but his beloved godfather was replacing you.

He yelled out loud:<<Expecto Patronum>> and a beam of light hit the two creatures who just disappeared.

He run towards you and gently held your cold body,taking off his hoodie to cover you while he was softly calling your name <<Y/n,Y/n wake up. Please,wake up>>. His voice sounded like a sweet but far away lullaby.Your body was slowly warming under the gentle touch of the boy,you could feel butterflies in your stomach while your mind was desperately trying to understand where the voice was coming from. Once Harry’s voice sounded less far away you slowly started to get conscious again and opened your eyes. The sun was bright again,making everything harder to see. <<How are you?>> the voice asked you concerned <<I don’t know>> you muttered still confused,you needed a few moments to realise you were talking to Harry,who was holding you tightly.

You shut up and for a few seconds you stared into Harry’s deep eyes. You had never liked him,since you both were children you had always made fun of him with Dudley and you had always mistreated him. But in that moment you felt so safe in his arm and so sorry for had always been rude to him.

<<I was so cold and...the black creatures...what happened?>> you asked looking around,finally able to sit on your own. Harry took a breath of relief <<Luckily I arrived in time>> he said,adjusting his glasses <<You made them go away?>> you demanded <<Yes I did. You’re safe now,don’t worry>> he talked in a reassuring tone of voice,standing up and offering you his hand to help you stand up as well. <<I’m so confused...why were those monsters attacking me?>> you asked,holding Harry’s hand <<They weren’t monsters,they were Dementors>> <<Dementors?>> <<Yes,they suck happiness out from people’s bodies,but they’re not supposed to be here>> <<So where are they supposed to be?>> <<It’s a long story>> Harry replied,picking your book up from the ground to give it back to you <<Would you like to tell me something more about it since they attacked me?>> <<I’ll do. Come on let’s get some chocolate>> <<Chocolate?>> you asked still in confusion <<It’s another long story>> he smiled,adjusting the hoodie which was slipping down from your shoulders <<That’s yours>> you said <<Keep it for now. You need to stay warm>>.

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. 

howlers; h.p.

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

synopse: everytime harry fucks anything up and gets in trouble, there is a bet: which howler will he be receiving?

warnings: everything’s fine au, howlers, james and sirius being an iconic duo, just fluff

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this idea is from a pin i saw (can’t link it here), so credits to its owner! hope you enjoy it :)

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Harry James Potter's life was no easy task, but in the best way possible.

Voldemort had been defeated on the fateful 31st October of 1981, within the dark sky of halloween night. No one knew exactly what happened; just that he went to the Potter's to kill the youngest of them, and the curse, apparently, backfired. There was also a rumor about a stag and a black dog, but we will not get into detail. All that mattered was that Voldemort was gone. For good.

Most of his followers went to Azkaban, including Peter Pettigrew, for his betrayal and hidden devoted passion to the dark side. There were some rebellions in the following years, but nothing too big, as their leader had fallen. And because there were such good aurors taking care of everything.

So, having James Potter as his father, Sirius Black as his godfather, and Remus Lupin as his, basically, second father and godfather, growing up was eventful, to say the least.

Don't get him wrong; he absolutely loved them with all of his might. He just wished that they made it easier for him sometimes. Like now, for example.

It was a typical wednesday morning. Everyone was in the Great Hall, as breakfast time was still going and there would be no classes for another half an hour.

You were currently almost completely in your boyfriend's lap, eating your cereals and talking happily to Ginny and Hermoine.

Harry, however, was not very happy; in fact, he was dreading every minute of this breakfast.

He had his arms wrapped around your waist, and his head was buried in your shoulder, eyes closed. He was trying his best to ignore his friends' teasing, the glances from people around and, mainly, the big windows.

Why? Because Hedwig would enter the Hall any minute now. Why was he dreading it? Howlers, of course.

He had pranked Snape along with the Weasley twins the previous day. It was pretty good, if you asked Harry. All of the cauldrons had exploded, and confetti was thrown at Snape, as it was his birthday. They just had to do it. One week of detention and McGonagalls lectures were more than worth it. But there was a little detail that Harry always seemed to forget; the howler he would get the day after.

There were just three options:

1, James and Sirius congratulating him and wishing they were there;

2, Lily wanting to beat his arse;

Or 3, everything mixed together and the complete chaos.

So, here he was; trying to hide in you, hoping you would save him. "Harry, love, I swear to Merlin, I loved your prank-"

"Hey!--" Fred and George yelled from somewhere.

"- but what were you expecting? They do this all the time. You better be hoping that my mom won't be in that howler, then it would be embarrassing," you grinned at him. In all honesty, you usually were involved in the mess (growing up with Harry would do that to you) and your mom was a troublemaker along with the Marauders in their years- the only voice of sense being Lily (even though we all know that Lily secretly loved it all). So, this didn't really faze you; it was actually amusing.

You weren't part of this prank because Harry wanted it to be a surprise. And one hell of a surprise it was.

You too got a week worth of detention because you couldn't stop laughing. Ron and Dean got 3 days. The rest of the students got all one night just because.

"Why can't they just be normal people?" Harry's muffled voice asked.

You rolled your eyes, still smiling. "We are talking about our families here, Harry. Nothing less should be expected."

A few moments passed. Everyone was talking with their friends, and the High Table was still full with all of the professor's and staff. The noise in the Great Hall was full of life, and it was strangely comforting.

Suddenly all the chatter died down, and everyone was looking at the windows. Harry immediately seated upright and snapped his head to the windows direction.

The motion almost made you fall, and that made Harry wrap his arms tighter around you, and pull your body flushed against his well-built chest.

A snowy owl majestically flew around the room with two letters in its beak. One of them was bright red.

Harry loudly groaned which got several chuckles from around. He could swear that Hedwig did this every time for attention. Sirius probably bribed her to do it; fly in the most attention-bringer moment. Fucking Padfoot.

The letters fell into your lap, as you were still on Harry. You cackled loudly as you picked the howler up and wiggled it right in front of Harry's face.

Harry pouted and took the letter, sighing. Looking around, he saw every single pair of eyes on them, the silence defining.

Harry closed his eyes tightly in exasperation, taking one last deep breath, and opened the howler.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT THE HELL--" Lily's voice bellowed.

"I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU, SON!--"

"James Fleamont,"

"MOONY MOONY MOONY, DID YA HEARD ABOUT THE PRANK?!"

"SIRIUS, NO! WHERE DID YOU CAME FROM, OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"PADS, THE PRANK ON SNIVELLUS, BRILLIANT! He learned it from me--"

"Actually, if he learned it from someone it was from me. Remember that time, Remus and Sirius were--" your mother's voice echoed through the letter.

"NO! Out of here!" Remus' voice yelled in the background.

"And he got what? One week worth of detention? AMAZING!" Sirius laughed.

"Minnie's getting soft, honestly--"

"Harry, please behave; I love you- James you get back here right this second or I swear to Godric."

"Lily-flower, darling, hey--!" James yelped after a big metallic bang!.

"Goodbye, Harry, " Remus chuckled.

"Don't forget to write to us! And you too Y/N!" your mother excitedly said.

"PADFOOT NO--!"

And the howler ended.

For ten solid seconds, no one said anything.

And then, the chaos started.

Yells and money was being passed around. At this point, it was regular free entertainment for everyone. Harry wanted to at least pretend that he was embarrassed, but really, he couldn't.

You yelled out a 'yes!' before jumping from Harry’s lap and running to the High Table.

Once you reached it, you slammed your two hands right in front of Dumbledoor and McGonagall. "Well, professor, it seems like you have a small debt to pay, isn't it?" you smirked.

Dumbledoor sighed. "Very well. Ms. Y/L/N," he gave you a small bag full of galleons. "Minerva," he gave McGonagall another one.

"Yes, Albus, Ms. Y/L/N is quite right, I reckon. And I believe you also owe me something, no?" Minerva raised her eyebrows with a small proudful smile.

You high-fived McGonagall, who rolled her eyes, and put your galleons in a hidden pocket of your robe. "Nice doing business with you. Headmaster, Minnie," you started to walk run back to her table.

When you got there, everything was still the same. Yells, laughs, bickering, the usual. You took place in your boyfriend's lap again, this time facing him and grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hello there, my love!"

Harry bit his lip, trying to contain his amusement. "How much did you get this time?"

You eyed him suspiciously. However, you quickly gave in when Harry raised an eyebrow. "...20 galleons," you answered proudly.

Harry grinned. "Why do they keep betting with you?"

"Maybe they still haven't memorised the sore taste of loss?" you sighed dramatically.

"Merlin, I love you so much," Harry laughed and brought your face closer.

"Of course you do, doesn't everybody?" you teased.

Harry deadpanned.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I've been spending way too much time with Padfoot, haven't I?" you tried again. No response from Harry. You then beamed. "I love you."

Harry brushed your lips together, a soft smile adorning his face. And when you were sure he would kiss you, he suddenly smirked. "Doesn't everybody?"

"Harry James Potter!"

Yes, his life really was not easy, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

The Shower of yearning (1/2)

Harry Potter x female reader

Summary: Harry Potter likes y/n, although he won't admit it. y/n likes Harry Potter, although she won't admit it. Hogwarts Castle is sick and tired of it - and decides the two need some help, forcing them to shower together again and again.

warnings:Hand Jobs,Shower Sex and Accidental Voyeurism

The first time it happened, it was mortifying.

Harry was standing in the shower, under the hot spray. y/n had been right - it was a privilege to be able to use the Prefects Bathroom as Gryffindor’s new Qudditch captain. And while he didn’t have time to have a bath every night he now favored nightly showers in the grand shower room for the boys. It was much better than sharing a bathroom with Seamus. He was coming to the end of his wash - soaping up his armpits, when all of a sudden there was a loud pop.

Standing in front of him was y/n. More important, standing in front of him was a very wet, very naked, and very soapy, y/n Since she had been in the middle of washing her hair - her eyes were closed and she did not immediately recognize their predicament. Instead Harry was treated to five glorious seconds of his friend’s nude body. His eyes devoured her. Running from her feet, up her legs toned by years of climbing staircases, to the tidy patch of hair that covered her sex, and then he looked up to her breasts. Her naked breasts. He watched a soap suds trickle down the curve of one, ending perched on a nipple.

y/n eyes opened and they stared at each other in mounting horror.

“Harry!?”

“y/n?”

Before Harry could even think to do anything chivalrous - or even cover up his rapidly hardening cock - y/n had squeaked like a mouse, threw one hand over her breasts and another in front of her sex, and ran from the shower. So stunned by it all, Harry didn't even think to turn and look at her ass as it scurried away.

He regretted it for the rest of the night.

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The second time it happened, it was awkward.

Harry and y/n - both pink in the face throughout all of the next breakfast - had snuck away from Ron and Hermione to have a quiet conversation before class. They worked out that they had both been using the showers at the same time, y/n in the girls’ and Harry in the boys’, and they decided it must have just been some strange jinx. Another mystery of Hogwarts. They promised that it wouldn’t ruin their friendship or make things uncomfortable.

And for four nights they were right. Harry showered in peace and solitude - and while a part of him wished he could see y/n naked again he was glad not to endure that embarrassment again. Anyway, his dreams took care of his desires. He had woken up most nights now with a raging erection and a faint memory of a nude y/n. He tried to ignore it. She was his friend. Nothing more.

Still, his heart thundered in excitement when he heard that loud pop again. He knew what happened last time he heard that sound - and sure enough y/n was suddenly in the shower with him again. Except this time, she wasn’t washing her hair. She was washing her legs - bent at the waist as she soaped up her calves. Standing behind her, Harry was presented with the greatest view of his life. His eyes followed up her legs, over her thighs, to her plump, round bottom presented to him like a five course meal. He devoured the view - each soapy, wet asscheek there to be squeezed and kneaded.

“Oh Merlin” he babbled.

y/n stopped washing her legs. She went very still and then realizing her position she quickly stood up. She did not turn around however - instead standing facing the wall, letting Harry bathe in the view of her delectable rump. “Harry?” she whispered with uncertainty.

“Yeah. It's me” Harry said. He begged every power in the universe that y/n didn’t turn around. Partly because he wanted to continue to stare at her ass. Partly because his cock was so hard now it could cut stone.

They stood together in silence for a while - only the sound of the shower covering their breathing. Harry’s cock twitched as he watched a droplet of water run down the curve of her back and dipped between her cheeks, vanishing out of sight. Then y/n finally said, “could you leave this time? I still haven’t finished washing. If that’s ok?”

Harry gulped. “Sure” he said, backing out of the shower, not letting his eyes leave her ass until they had to.

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The third time it happened, it was explosive.

Harry and y/n had again managed to find an excuse to leave Ron and  Hermione at breakfast the following day and had a hurried conversation in an abandoned classroom. They worked out that it only seemed to happen when they were showering at the same time - and so the obvious answer to their problem was to make sure their schedules never aligned. Harry felt a stab of disappointment as they agreed, but he supposed it was for the best.

For a week then - Harry enjoyed his showers in peace and quiet. Enjoy being the right word because whenever Harry was alone under the water, his hand always dropped to his cock, stroking himself, jerking his shaft until he spilled his cum against the wall. He only ever thought about one thing. Her breast,.Her bottom. Her legs. Her back. Her wet hair and face. The visions came to him as he pumped himself, always concluding with a grunt of relief.

On Monday night then he had quickly washed - ready to engage in his new past-time - when the loud pop filled the shower again. He stumbled back, caught by surprise. There was y/n in front of him again. She was naked again. Her body glistened with the water again. Her face was already pink and her breasts were already heaving as she breathed heavily - as if she was trying to control herself after a long run. “Oh sorry!” she squeaked. “I thought you were finished!”

Harry had no reply at first. He found it hard to think of anything but the word “tits” that was currently doing laps around his brain. He wanted to squeeze them. He wanted to kiss them. It was only when he realized with mounting horror that he was now hard - fully erect, aching for relief - in front of one of his best friend did he finally return to earth. “Ok” he said. Trying to remember how English worked. “I wasn’t done.”

“What did you have left to do?”

It wasn’t the question Harry expected y/n to ask. Did she think that they should simply both finish their showers and pretend this was normal? More to the point, it wasn’t a question Harry wanted to answer - since there was no polite way to say “all I have left to do is jerk myself off to the memory of your naked ass.” Still he found himself looking down at his cock - still hard, still pointing directly at y/n. She followed his gaze and let out a little squeak. “Oh. Ok. Here, I have some soap.”

It was at this point Harry was certain this was a dream. It had to be a dream. It couldn’t not be a dream. Because y/n had just reached forward with a soapy hand and wrapped her fingers around his penis. He grunted. It didn’t make any sense. He had touched his own cock a million times before and somehow it never came anywhere near as good as y/n soft, dainty fingers pressed against his flesh. For a moment she simply held him, cock in hand, her eyes looking up at him. And then she started to move. As if this was normal. As if it was perfectly innocent for her to wash his shaft clean. Her arm gently pumped - her breasts bouncing with the movement - as she started to stroke his cock, lathering him up. Harry lasted for all of about ten delirious, delicious and delectable strokes until with a shuddering groan, he came. His seed splattered against her naked thigh.

“Finished?” Asked y/n breathlessly.

Harry nodded and took that as his sign to leave.

The Shower of yearning (2/2)

Harry Potter x female reader

Summary: Harry Potter likes y/n, although he won't admit it. y/n likes Harry Potter, although she won't admit it. Hogwarts Castle is sick and tired of it - and decides the two need some help, forcing them to shower together again and again.

warnings:Shower Sex

The fourth time it happened, it was perfection.

Harry and y/n didn’t make eye contact for most of the following day. There was no clandestine meeting. No plan on how to avoid their little showery rendezvous. Whenever they were around each other, they went slightly pink and felt that Hogwarts was suddenly all too warm. Harry even skipped his shower that night - instead choosing to shower the following morning in the dorm showers. But one view of Seamus pulling nose hairs out as he washed his face was enough for Harry to know this was not a viable option.

So the following night he was back in the shower, back to thinking about y/n, back to remembering how good it had felt to be in her hand. He had barely begun to wash himself before the pop came. y/n was there a second later - chewing on her lip, one finger toying with a strand of wet hair. They made eye contact for a few seconds. A thousand words passed silently between them.

“Oh Harry”she said, taking a step forward.

Harry groaned. “Fuck it.”

Their embrace was wild. Before he could so much as blink, he had his arms wrapped around her, and y/n was clinging to him just as tight. Her hands were just as eager to roam over his toned, defined back as his hands were to drop to her peachy bum, finally discovering what it felt to grope y/n ass. They moaned into each other’s mouths - their kiss desperate and uncontrollable. It went through all the early stages of dating in four heartbeats - the peck, the press of lips, the open mouth, the battling tongues for dominance.

“Need this” Harry grunted into her neck at one point as he lathered it with kisses - delighted with the moans escaping y/n mouth. “Need you.”y/n arched her back, pressing her stomach against his cock, letting him feel her skin sliding along his length. “Please. I want it. Now.”

Harry reached down and hiked up one of y/n’s legs up with his arm. He pressed her back into the shower wall for support, even as her sex was revealed to him. He didn’t waste any time in stepping forward, pressing his shaft against her opening. Even the shower couldn’t wash away her arousal - hot and wet, begging for him. They both groaned - the sound louder than the water - as he pushed himself inside, sheathing himself inside her body, taking her for the first time.

y/n grabbed his face as he started to thrust. Her hands cradled each cheek as she pulled him back against her lips, kissing and sucking, covering him with her love. Harry meanwhile hiked up her other leg, trapping her against the shower wall with his body. She wrapped her feet around his waist. Letting him push even deeper, to claim every inch of her as his own. It didn’t take long for either of them as they rutted in the shower, bodies pressed together, wet skin slapping against wet skin, filling the bathroom with the sound of their fucking.

“Yes!” y/n cried out. A hand balled up in Harry’s hair. “Yes! Oh God yes! I’m cumming!”

Harry’s release followed a second later. A strangled “fuck!” escaping his lips as he spilled himself inside her.

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Harry was sitting in the common room long after most people had gone to bed. He was enjoying the warmth of the fire and was watching y/n talking to Hermione on the other side of the room. They were laughing about something. Harry smiled to himself. y/n was truly beautiful when she laughed - the joy of her face captured in her smile. It made his heart far too big for his chest.

They had been dating for several months now. Ever since that perfect night in the shower. They continued to shower together. They had gone to Hogsmeade on two dates. They had whispered in the dark to each other those words “I love you” as their bodies were embraced. He was so happy and he was glad that whatever strange curse of Hogwarts had thrown them together - had forced them to explore their feelings.

As he looked away from y/n and Hermione however he caught sight of a book in y/n bag: Secrets of Hogwarts. The title intrigued him - his eyes narrowing as he gently snuck the book out of the bag. y/n hadn’t noticed. Looking over the library stamp, he realized y/n had checked this book out after their second shower together, during that week when they had showered at separate times. He realized one of the pages was marked and flipped to it - his eyebrows rising higher with each word he read.

The Shower of Courting is an old Hogwarts myth that has never been confirmed to exist and must be regarded as an old wives’ tale. The story goes that if the castle itself perceives two students to be so compatible, so in unknowing love with each other, then it will take action and teleport them together into a single shower so that they might be forced to explore their relationship. It will do so until they consumate their relationship.

Harry looked up from the book stunned. y/n had known. That was why she had showered the third time, why she had stroked him, taking charge. He opened his mouth to say something - to question her - and then he shook his head ruefully. It didn’t matter. It really, truly didn’t matter. They both got what they had wanted. Hogwarts had got what it wanted. Laughing to himself, Harry returned the book to y/n bag and went to his girlfriend.

masterlist

writing

harry headcanons - pt. 1

harry headcanons - pt. 2

harry headcanons - pt. 3 (18+)

obsession - harry oneshot (18+)

film stars - harry request (18+)

soft dom - harry request (18+)

professor potter - harry oneshot (18+)

cottage by the sea - harry request (18+)

the malfoy sister - harry request (18+)

dark side - dark!harry request (18+)

[ requests are open! ]

moodboards

simple pleasures of hogwarts

life of a hogwarts student

spending christmas with harry

harry james potter [2]

ravenclaw fashion

hufflepuff fashion

gryffindor fashion

slytherin fashion

Request from an anon: ravenclaw reader x Harry where she meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc for the first time when coming over for a holiday dinner or something?

A/N — hello Nonnie! This actually cuts off right before they meet so if you want a part two with them actually meeting just request and I’ll be happy to write it for you <33

Request Drabble here.

“You’re sure the house apparel is okay?”

The words tumble out your mouth as you smooth out your blue sweater for the fifth time over the ten minute walk back to Harry’s Parent’s house. You thought meeting his family after your date instead of before would ease some of your nerves, but the opposite had occurred. Dinner had giving you more time to ponder over all the things that could go wrong.

While you don’t doubt that his family is just as amazing as he is, meeting them is working you up a little. For some reason, meeting them just feels so official. Not that you aren’t sure about Harry. You plan to cling to his side until he’ll no longer have you. (Which you hope is a day that’ll never come.) It just sends a kaleidoscope of fast-fluttering butterflies to your stomach to know things were getting serious. That he was serious about you.

“I’ve told you, it’s fine.” He squeezes your hand And kisses the side of it. The affection is almost enough to make you drop the anxiousness completely. “They won’t pay much attention to your sweater. And even if they do, you look great. Better than that. You look perfect.” His words bring a warm flush to your cheeks as you nibble on your lip, now with something akin to bashfulness.

“I just want this to go—“

“—perfectly, I know.”

His smile is calm and kind, like you’re being completely reasonable and not freaking out over nothing. “If I’m honest, I don’t see how it could go any other way. You’re perfect, so everything you do is just as. By extension.” A sheepish giggle bubbles from your throat as you squeeze his hand. “Science?” You tease as your shoulders start to relax “Hardly. Everything you do is magic,” he stops walking to give you a little smirk. “Literally.” You reward him with another, louder and more boisterous, laugh. (Next time he wants to go for full belly.)

As you approach his house, you look at him one more time for reassurence. He presses his lips to your cheek. “They’ll love you. Seriously, what’s not to like?” He kisses your other cheek. “And even if they don’t—which won’t happen—they’ll have to warm up to you because I really, really like you. More than that. I love you.” Your eyes widen like saucers, but he chooses is to ignore it for now. “So this’ll be fine, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he pushes the door open, dragging you and your saucer eyes through the door.

The First Meeting||Harry Potter

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Sumário: Quando a novata no mundo mágico conhece Harry Potter pela primeira vez em Hogwarts

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O dia começou chuvoso, o que não é uma surpresa considerando que eu estou na Inglaterra, mais especificamente na cidade de Londres. Porém eu, como uma imigrante de terras quentes, considero dias de chuva má sorte, pois sempre algo de errado acontece.

E para o meu desespero, hoje era para ser perfeito.

Faz apenas um mês que descobri ser uma bruxa e para a minha felicidade, não tem nada relacionado com nariz pontudos e pura maldade. Aparentemente a única semelhança são os chapéus, já que nos dois momentos em que estava ao redor de bruxos de verdade, vi várias pessoas usando.

Minha família, em sua maioria, sendo católica completamente devota, não aceitou a minha nova realidade tão bem, para não dizer que foi um inferno na Terra. Resumidamente, se eu fosse, não iria poder colocar os pés em casa novamente, pois não iam abrigar uma pecadora bruxa.

Aquele senhor barbudo foi gentil o suficiente para me ajudar a encontrar um outro lugar para ficar, enquanto meus pais pensariam melhor sobre o assunto. Embora não consegui agradecê-lo ou ao menos falar depois de ser expulsa da minha casa, ou antiga casa.

Estou hospedada no Caldeirão Furado desde então, mas por causa dos últimos acontecimentos da minha vida, apenas saí para comprar os materiais. Ser uma bruxa tinha me custado muito e eu não estava pronta para encarar isso, até ontem. Eu demorei bastante para decidir se iria para Hogwarts ou não, porém agora a certeza que fiz uma escolha certa estava crescendo no meu peito.

Logo após tomar meu café da manhã em uma das mesas do bar, esperei sentada pelo responsável que iria me acompanhar até a estação Kings Cross, onde eu deveria pegar um trem. Eu soube disso no mesmo dia que descobri o mundo mágico mas só hoje fiquei ansiosa por esse motivo. Devo admitir que imaginei que iríamos voar, obviamente todas as histórias mentiram para todas as crianças não-mágicas da Terra.

Poucos minutos depois, um homem de turbante apareceu pela porta e caminhou em minha direção, sua expressão não mostrava nenhuma emoção em particular ao entrar e nem ao me ver sentada, porém o que me assustou foi a fragilidade e o receio em sua voz.

- Senhorita Garcia, bom dia, está pronta para partir? - ele se apoiou em uma perna enquanto olhava preocupadamente ao redor.

- Sim senhor.. está tudo bem?? O banheiro é daquele lado - eu não apontei para não ser duas vezes inconveniente mas não consegui segurar minha curiosidade enquanto olhava a expressão dele mudar.

- Será uma viagem breve mas devemos ir andando para não ter risco de perder o trem, vamos - sua postura ficou repentinamente rígida e seu rosto pareceu abalado mas dessa vez, guardei meus pensamentos para mim.

Ao menos ele foi gentil o suficiente para me ajudar com as duas malas, que estavam bem pesadas pela quantidade de livros que estavam ali dentro, quis pegar alguns extras de História da Magia para conhecer mais sobre aquele mundo.

E ele não estava errado, o caminho foi rápido apesar da chuva fina e das ruas molhadas. Não conversamos além das formalidades, descobri apenas que ele é um dos meus professores desse ano, professor Quirrel e nada mais.

Assim que meus pés deram um passo para dentro da estação, o homem se despediu com um aceno na cabeça e saiu para seguir seu próprio caminho com uma expressão esquisita, mas não me importei com isso por mais de 2 segundos.

Respirei fundo e comecei a andar seguindo a pequena aglomeração de pessoas que possivelmente ia trabalhar em outra cidade, já que não conhecia o caminho até as plataformas. Sinceramente não pensei que daria certo até ver os números das placas e logo apressei o passo, pois a minha estava mais a frente.

- 7 ... 8 ... 9 ... 10?? - parei de andar no mesmo instante em que percebi aquele erro, não tinha nada entre o 9 e o 10 - Não acredito nisso…

Permaneci parada encostada na parede olhando ao redor como se procurasse alguém, mas na verdade queria encontrar um milagre ou ao menos um anjo que pudesse me dizer o que fazer nessa situação.

Milhões de pensamentos passaram pela minha cabeça no intervalo de 2 minutos, a maioria deles negativos, até que algo chamou atenção para fora do meu desespero, ou melhor, alguém. Uma cabeleira ruiva tinha acabado de atravessar a parede, foi tão rápido que mal acreditei nos meus próprios olhos.

Mais duas pessoas fizeram o mesmo antes que eu conseguisse fechar minha boca e andar até lá, em passos incertos e trêmulos. Eles não tinham me notado e agradeci mentalmente por isso, porque não iria conseguir pronunciar uma única palavra certa. A notícia boa é que com certeza eram bruxos, pela forma que se vestiam e a conclusão mais lógica é que saberiam o caminho certo.

Aguardei todos atravessarem para me aproximar daquela parede, não consegui ouvir a conversa mas notei que a forma certa de entrar é correndo. Novamente respirei fundo e olhei ao redor procurando ver se alguém estava reparando na minha presença, com a estação cheia, a minha resposta veio como um rápido não.

Fechei os olhos e corri uns três passos curtos até sentir uma sensação diferente de tudo que senti até o momento. A parede de pedra pareceu ter se transformado em uma parede de vento e facilmente consegui chegar até o outro lado. Imediatamente abri meus olhos depois de ouvir o som de um trem e ao olhar para o lado, ali estava ele. O Expresso de Hogwarts, estava escrito logo na frente da locomotiva.

Só precisei de 10 segundos para reparar na diferença, as roupas eram definitivamente diferentes e tinha uma quantidade absurda de crianças e adolescentes, à medida que fui caminhando para mais perto da entrada do trem, mais pessoas iam aparecendo, de uma forma que eu não sabia explicar.

A viagem foi tranquila até Hogwarts, encontrei um vagão vazio assim que cheguei mas logo os lugares foram sendo ocupados e acabei dividindo a minha cabine com mais duas meninas, logo notei que eram irmãs e esse foi o assunto inicial da nossa conversa. Elas foram legais e me ajudaram a entrar no contexto atual do mundo bruxo, explicando o básico sobre Hogwarts também.

- E ele está aqui, o garoto que derrotou você-sabe-quem vai estudar com a gente! - a mais velha das morenas falou de forma empolgada com um sorriso enorme no rosto.

- Uma das minhas amigas me disse mais cedo que encontrou com ele no corredor, como será que ele é? - a mais nova perguntou mesmo sabendo que nenhuma de nós saberia a resposta.

Esse tópico permaneceu por um certo tempo, até elas decidirem dar uma volta pelo trem enquanto eu lia, aproveitando um tempo em silêncio. Honestamente, eu não ia gostar de estar na pele desse menino, não só por causa das tragédias na vida dele, mas também pela quantidade de atenção, comentários e teorias sobre ele.

Mas não posso negar, gostaria de conhecê-lo, quem não ficaria curioso depois de tudo que estava sendo comentado?

Pessoas entraram e saíram do vagão onde eu estava sentada e procurei manter uma conversa decente com todas, mas só me mexi realmente quando dois estudantes mais velhos vieram avisar que deveríamos trocar de roupa, pois estávamos chegando. Preferi esperar pois uma multidão apressada de alunos queriam ir primeiro, então acabei sendo uma das últimas a me vestir, porém uma das primeiras a sair.

Durante todo o caminho a vista tinha sido impressionante mas nada tinha me preparado para a visão que tive ao me aproximar do lago, onde deveríamos nos reunir. Tinha escurecido e não estava chovendo, a luz da lua refletia na superfície da água do lago negro como um espelho e quase fiquei triste ao notar que íamos atravessar de barco, pois aquela imagem ficaria embaçada.

Só consegui ver o contorno de um castelo enorme do outro lado mas já era suficiente para comprovar todo o esplendor daquele lugar e por uns segundos fiquei paralisada absorvendo a beleza de tudo à minha volta, até que uma voz me trouxe para a realidade.

- Apenas 4 pessoas em cada barco, crianças! E escolham bem quem vai remar, sem brigas dessa vez - olhei de relance para o homem gigante que falava animadamente com alguns alunos antes de me sentar em um espaço vazio.

Assim que chegamos ao outro lado, nos juntamos em um pequeno montinho nas escadas de entrada do castelo para ouvir uma das professoras. Eu permaneci atrás e em silêncio pois estava prestando atenção, até que vejo alguém passar ao meu lado e um sinto um pé em cima do meu, pisando por vários segundos com força.

- Aiiii! Não está vendo que eu estou aqui?? - falei indignada porém o mais baixo possível olhando para o garoto ruivo ao meu lado.

- Eu...me-me desculpe, eu não te vi - ele respondeu sem nem me olhar direito, seu rosto ficando tão vermelho quanto a cor de seus cabelos.

Pensei em responder mas como a professora ainda estava falando, preferi apenas concordar com a cabeça aceitando as desculpas. Só então percebi que chamei atenção de mais dois alunos, uma menina cacheada que lançava um olhar desaprovador para o ruivo mas sorriu para mim gentilmente e de um outro garoto moreno, que ao notar meu olhar desviou para o outro lado imediatamente.

Não demorou mais de 15 minutos até estarmos dentro daquele salão incrível, em vez de um teto de concreto igual ao lado de fora, logo acima da minha cabeça estava o céu estrelado mais bonito que eu já tive o prazer de ver, com velas flutuantes para completar a visão. Para o meu alívio, não parecia uma coisa comum para a maioria dos primeiranistas, que conversavam baixinho entre si então não fiquei parecendo uma idiota admirando sozinha.

Fomos instruídos a permanecer em uma fila, eu não tinha ideia do que ia acontecer então me distraí olhando para as estrelas, que nunca me pareceram tão alcançáveis até esse momento, eu gostaria de poder ir até lá em cima e tocar ao menos uma, mas seria impossível.

Andamos devagar até parar diante dos outros estudantes, que estavam distribuídos em 4 mesas, meus olhos não saíram do céu iluminado e por consequência, não notei que estava muito perto do menino na minha frente.

Ganhei meu primeiro mico do ano em menos de 10 minutos, porque pisei na capa do garoto à minha frente. Todas as consequências disso passaram muito rápido diante dos meus olhos. Em um segundo eu tinha me desequilibrado e caído, mas essa não é a pior parte. Sem querer eu puxei a capa dele para trás, o garoto se desequilibrou e caiu junto comigo, de costas para mim. Doeu, demais mesmo. Não mais que o peso da minha humilhação e da vergonha, porém ainda sim doeu.

Meu rosto ganhou um tom rosado enquanto eu rezava silenciosamente para ninguém ter reparado, porém não foi isso que aconteceu. Hoje não estava sendo o meu dia de sorte com certeza. Consegui ouvir metade do salão rindo e metade sussurrando, então eu soube com toda certeza que tinha deixado uma grande impressão para as pessoas e uma maior no chão de Hogwarts.

- Desculpe.. eu estava distraída - falei o mais baixo possível olhando para o teto e novamente para ele.

Ele não me olhou por mais de 2 segundos antes de desviar o olhar para aquela mesma direção e voltar novamente para mim. Seu aceno foi mínimo mas perceptível e logo se levantou, coisa que eu havia me esquecido de fazer naqueles poucos segundos.

O que me surpreendeu mais do que qualquer coisa nesse último mês foi a sua mão estendida para me ajudar, não demorei para aceitar a ajuda e assim me levantei e arrumei as minhas vestes tentando não demonstrar choque. Esse foi um ato de gentileza que eu não poderia esperar dos meus irmãos, considerando como ficariam irritados numa situação dessas, mas além da vergonha, não consegui ver um pingo de raiva em seus olhos verdes.

- Me desculpa mesmo… - falei mais uma vez, alto o suficiente para que apenas ele me escutasse.

O diretor tinha chamado atenção de todos, então a maioria tinha parado de rir, embora aquele ruivo de antes, faltava rolar no chão de tanto rir mas que parou logo depois do mini soco que o moreno deu nele.

- Tudo bem, será só mais um motivo para as pessoas falarem de mim pelas costas - ele me deu mais um pequeno sorriso de lado mas o seu tom não era dos mais felizes.

- E porquê?? Eu te vi antes mas não tive tempo de perguntar o seu nome - perguntei curiosa pois não tinha conhecido ninguém importante no mundo mágico até então.

Antes que ele pudesse me responder, os nomes começaram a ser chamados e as crianças caminhavam até o banquinho, onde o chapéu era colocado em suas cabeças. Depois disso ele não me respondeu, ninguém mais teve coragem de dizer uma palavra pois estavam muito ansiosos para chegar sua vez e também curiosos, assim como eu, para saber qual casa o famoso Harry Potter iria.

- Potter, Harry - convocou a professor com uma expressão séria porém serena e com um brilho diferente no olhar.

A partir daí os sussurros não tão baixos dos estudantes recomeçaram e eu, que já estava na mesa da Lufa-Lufa, só pude ficar surpresa ao notar que o menino com que eu arrastei para a minha vergonha, na verdade era o próprio Harry. Não tive coragem de encará-lo por mais de 5 segundos, novamente a vergonha me consumiu ao notar o tamanho do vexame que eu paguei.

Só voltei a olhá-lo quando a mesa da Grifinória irradiou em vivas e risadas assim que ele foi sorteado para lá e então nossos olhares se cruzaram pela última vez naquela noite.

Baile de Inverno|| Harry Potter

Par: Fred Weasley x Você//Harry Potter x Você

Sumário: Faz um ano que você tem um crush enorme em Fred Weasley, mas nunca teve coragem de confessar isso para o ruivo. O que vai mudar quando o Baile de Inverno acontecer em Hogwarts? 

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  O quinto ano de Hogwarts não poderia estar sendo mais confuso e maluco, as estudantes de Beauxbatons  e os estudantes de Durmstrang tinham acabado de se acomodar no Salão Principal, quando o diretor fez o anúncio que ia ser a alegria/desespero de todas as garotas. Isso mesmo, sem meio termo. 

- Junto ao Torneio Tribruxo, também acontecerá o Baile de Inverno, assim como está na tradição - ele disse calmamente como sempre, com um sorriso no rosto. 

 A professora McGonagall explicou os detalhes mas minha mente já estava longe, obviamente o meu caso é de desespero, não por falta de confiança mas sim de oportunidades. Só tinha um garoto que eu gostaria de convidar, mas como eu faria isso se nem mais de uma palavra nós já trocamos? Eu não gostaria de ir com um estranho, um amigo no mínimo. 

Eu já tinha 5 anos dentro de Hogwarts, por que não fiz nada ainda? Essa é fácil, dois motivos muito simples. Somos de casas diferentes, eu como uma corvina não tenho muitos amigos grifinórios, infelizmente. É muito cômodo formar um círculo social restrito à própria casa e eu era uma criança tímida, alguém pode me julgar??  

Eu lembro claramente do dia que o vi pela primeira vez, foi o mesmo dia que consegui a minha primeira amiga grifinória. 

 Eu estava caminhando apressada pelas escadas até o primeiro andar, onde fica a biblioteca. Não seria surpresa para ninguém mas dessa vez era mais urgente, faltavam duas semanas para a época de provas do 4º ano e eu não me sentia pronta para a prova de Aritmancia. 

Mal tinha colocado os pés no corredor quando ouço duas vozes empolgadas conversando, não precisei olhar mais de uma vez para saber quem eram. Os gêmeos Weasley tinham formado sua própria fama rapidamente em Hogwarts, os únicos que não gostavam deles eram os alvos de suas brincadeiras, ainda não tive esse azar, e provavelmente seus adversários da Sonserina.

Era a primeira vez que tive chance de vê-los sem uma roda de pessoas ao redor querendo comprar seus produtos limitados ou seus próprios amigos por perto, e eu não imaginei o que esse pequeno momento iria causar em mim.

Embora fossem idênticos, um em específico tinha me chamado atenção. Eu não sabia dizer qual era o nome dele e nem tive tempo de perguntar, pois eles passaram andando para outro corredor, oposto a onde eu estava. 

Foi o sorriso caloroso dele e os olhos brilhantes, que me encantaram naquele momento e mesmo que nenhum dos dois tenha sido para mim, não consegui esquecer e eu tentei. 

Mais tarde naquele dia, eu tentava achar um livro específico de Aritmancia quando reparei em Angelina , grifinória e um ano mais velha do que eu. Difícil não reconhecer já que ela também é popular, estando no time de quadribol mas nunca nos falamos realmente, até esse momento. 

- Você está no 5º ano?? Eu nunca te vi em nenhuma das aulas - me lembro dela dizer olhando para minha mão, na qual eu carregava um livro de poções avançado.

- Ah não, eu gosto de adiantar algumas matérias quando acabo de estudar - respondi tranquilamente com um pequeno sorriso enquanto pegava meu livro, bem ao lado da cabeça dela. 

- Então você é boa em poções? - ela perguntou me olhando e eu apenas concordei com um aceno antes dela continuar - e você poderia me dar uma ajudinha?? É um pouco difícil prestar atenção com Fred e Jorge lá - ela completou com uma risadinha, como se lembrasse de algo. 

A partir daí nos encontrávamos na biblioteca quando não tinham treinos e durante essas duas semanas nos aproximamos bastante, mas não ao ponto de misturarmos nossos círculos sociais e sairmos todos juntos. 

 Me virei para encarar Angelina, que mesmo estando distante encontrou meu olhar e sorriu, ela sabia que eu sentia alguma coisa por Fred Weasley mas nunca disse o quão profundo esses sentimentos eram ou ela já teria dado um jeito de me ajudar há muito bem atrás. 

Reparei que ela fez um dos sinais que inventamos para nos comunicar, aquele quis dizer que íamos conversar mais tarde no meu dormitório e eu apenas assenti antes de começar a comer. Pena que eu não notei ter chamado a atenção de um certo ruivo, por causa da minha conversa silenciosa com a garota.

Nos meses que se seguiram, por causa do nome do Harry ter saído no Cálice de Fogo e a primeira prova estar por perto, o clima ficou extremamente tenso dentro da escola e a animosidade com o baile esfriou. As pessoas comentavam todo tipo de absurdo e eu fazia o que podia quando algo desse tipo acontecia na minha presença, porque me incomodava muito. A escola toda estava contra o Harry, basicamente e eu tinha deixado claro que aquilo era ridículo, mesmo não conhecendo o garoto direito. 

Por causa disso, acabei me afastando de alguns amigos que discordavam de mim e achavam que Potter queria chamar atenção mais uma vez, mas a parte boa é que acabei passando muito mais tempo com Angelina no Salão Comunal da Grifinória, ela sempre me dizia a senha embora a mulher gorda não gostasse tanto assim. 

Hoje é sábado e um desses dias, saí cedo do meu dormitório pois não tinha nada para estudar e caminhei sem pressa pelos corredores praticamente vazios. Parece que é uma regra, os adolescentes não saem antes das 9 da manhã da cama. Vi a garota sozinha no meio da mesa da Grifinória então caminhei direto para lá, me sentando ao seu lado. 

- Bom dia Angie - cumprimentei com um sorriso animado enquanto dava uma olhada na mesa já cheia  

- Sonhou com os 10 N.O.M.S hoje, é? - ela sorriu para mim antes de completar - ou foi com um certo alguém? 

Senti o meu rosto esquentar enquanto ela ria da minha cara, as manhãs em que estamos de bom humor geralmente começa com essas provocações matinais e depois seguimos para o mesmo tópico…

- Quando você vai convidar o Fred para o baile? Você sabe que em relação a perceber sentimentos, ele é lento - ela insistiu assim como em todos os dias que eu fizesse alguma coisa.

- Ele já deve ter sido convidado uma hora dessas, falta quase um mês - dei a minha resposta mais comum a ela, em alguns dias eu dizia que iria convidá-lo, mas isso nunca aconteceu. 

- Ele está disponível ainda mas em algum momento não vai estar mais! Você realmente quer ver ele dançando com outra garota? - ela me olhou desafiadoramente mesmo sabendo a resposta.

- Se eu prometer que dessa vez eu vou chamar ele para ir comigo, você me deixa comer em paz?? - eu perguntei segurando o olhar dela e recebi um sorriso satisfeito em troca. 

 Às vezes nem eu compreendia o porquê de toda essa enrolação, em alguns momentos eu só queria poder confessar os meus sentimentos e se eu fosse rejeitada, só ia seguir em frente. Mas então eu chegava perto dele e não conseguia, ao menos assim eu tinha esperança. A grifinória em mim vai ter a coragem hoje, graças a Angelina e a minha promessa idiota. 

Aos poucos os alunos foram chegando e entre eles estavam nossos amigos. Alicia Spinnet, Dino Thomas, Olívio Wood e Lino Jordan. Logo desceu o trio, Harry, Hermione e Ron e em seguida, Fred e Jorge com o bom humor de sempre. 

- Bom dia garotas - os dois piscaram para nós ao mesmo tempo com um sorriso de quem acabou de aprontar.

- Bom dia - respondemos juntas mas com reações diferentes, Alícia simplesmente ignorou, eu me controlei para não ficar vermelha e Angelina só sorriu mais.

Fred sentou duas cadeiras para a esquerda à minha frente e Jorge ao lado dele, não tinha jeito algum de falar com ele durante o café da manhã e eu agradeci por isso, mas me arrependi logo depois.  

- E você não virou homem ainda para chamar alguém, Ron?? - ouvi a voz nada discreta de Fred falar, interrompendo a minha conversa com Lino.

Obviamente todos ali viraram para prestar atenção, a implicância entre eles sempre era algo divertido, principalmente pela manhã. 

- Você não tem um par também, cadê a SUA coragem Fred? Está com medo de levar um não?? - eu nunca tinha visto Ronald Weasley com um sorriso tão satisfeito no rosto e nem uma expressão tão indignada no mais velho. 

- Eu vou te mostrar a coragem, olhe e aprenda Roniquinho - ele tinha feito questão de se levantar e prendi minha respiração ao vê-lo olhar na minha direção, não podia ser...

- Ei Johnson, quer ir ao Baile de Inverno comigo? - ele perguntou tranquilamente, sem perceber as minhas expectativas e um pedaço do meu coração se quebrando.

Ela respondeu que sim depois de me olhar rapidamente, eu não me importei dela aceitar. Eles são amigos e eu já sabia que ela queria ir com Jorge, por isso não tinha aceitado nenhum convite até agora. Eu já tinha pensado em como ia ser se essa situação acontecesse, na minha cabeça foi bem pior. 

Os próximos dias seguiram com poucas mudanças em relação a Fred, em todos os momentos se eu pudesse evitá-lo, eu evitava. Não por raiva ou qualquer coisa do tipo, eu queria tirar o meu foco dele. Eu tinha recusado 2 convites porque não tinha me imaginado com outro cara, e isso ia acabar. 

Eu e Alícia tínhamos acabado de voltar de Londres, fomos olhar algumas opções novas de vestidos, pois muitas meninas iriam às lojas bruxas por perto. Mal pisamos no Salão Principal quando Hermione passou furiosa e um tanto chateada, nem nos cumprimentou como sempre fazia.

- O que vocês fizeram para deixar ela tão aborrecida?? - perguntei encarando Harry e depois Ron, antes de me sentar ao lado de Harry.

- Eu só disse que ela poderia acompanhar um de nós - explicou o ruivo enquanto devorava a comida no seu prato.

- Agora? Falta um mês, eu também teria ficado brava - ambos me olharam sem entender e eu tive que respirar bem fundo - vocês não entendem nada sobre garotas, não é?

- Ela se sentiu a última opção, ninguém ia gostar de se sentir assim, é óbvio, deveriam ter convidado ela muito antes - Ali respondeu sem paciência, enquanto a realização pareceu atingir o rosto deles. 

O ruivo pareceu refletir por 3 segundos antes de voltar a comer como se nada tivesse acontecido, então sobrou apenas nós três para conversar.  

- E o seu par Harry? A Mcgonagall vai surtar se você tiver sozinho para abrir o Baile - comentei enquanto pega um pouco de sopa para mim. 

- Eu não achei a garota certa ainda… - ele respondeu um pouco desconfortável e olhou para o lado como se tivesse lembrado de alguma coisa. 

- Não querendo me intrometer, mas já me intrometendo, vocês podiam ir juntos. Apenas como amigos - ela completou assim que viu o garoto nos olhar petrificado mas relaxou logo em seguida.

- Não tem problema para mim, eu estava pensando em não ir, mas assim ao menos poderia ser divertido - eu falei com um pequeno sorriso e ele concordou com a cabeça. 

 Pelo resto do mês, eu acabei ficando mais próxima dele e consequentemente do casal mais insuportável que já existiu. Eu adoro a Hermione e o Ron, mas como duas pessoas conseguem ser tão teimosas? Eu não sei, é um mistério mas ao mesmo tempo, foi um bom entretenimento e eu consegui me desligar dos meus sentimentos por Fred. 

Estava chegando perto do horário de começar o Baile e eu mal tinha parado para pensar que ia ser obrigada a lidar com Angelina e Fred dançando juntos, mesmo que eu jamais tivesse tido ciúmes dos dois antes, a cena não me parecia agradável. 

Dei uma última olhada no espelho, escolhi um vestido de veludo vermelho, longo, com mangas e uma fenda até altura da minha coxa e que definia o meu corpo na medida certa. Eu estava me sentindo incrivelmente bonita do jeito que eu estava e nada podia acabar com o meu bom humor, nem o meu crush não correspondido. 

Combinei de encontrar meus amigos perto da escada e lá estavam eles, Hermione com um vestido rosa conversando com Vítor Krum mais afastada, Ron estava para explodir a qualquer momento e Harry como sempre, parecia tentar achar uma desculpa para sair dali e eu preferi ajudar nisso. 

- Oie meninos - eu disse tranquilamente parada no primeiro degrau da escada e eles como estavam de costas para mim, deram um pulo de susto e não consegui segurar a risada.

- Você não pode chegar assim e assustar os outros, eu quase tive um ataque… - o ruivo colocou a mão no coração dramaticamente, parece que o ódio se esvaiu também.

- Todo mundo vai descer pela escada, vocês deveriam estar fofocando em um lugar mais discreto. É sobre a Hermione de novo, né? - perguntei na maior cara de pau sem ligar para as reclamações sobre o meu comentário. 

- E por que eu ia perder meu tempo falando de uma traidora?? - o rosto dele foi de branco para vermelho em poucos segundos, parece que a raiva tinha retornado.

- Eu só sei de uma coisa, não podemos nos atrasar, né Harry?? Aliás preciso falar com você rapidinho - nem deixei que ele concordasse e puxei seu braço para um canto sem ninguém. 

- Alguma coisa aconteceu? - ele disse enquanto ajeitava o seu óculos e eu só neguei com um sorriso, deixando ele ainda mais confuso. 

- Eu só queria te dar uma folga do furacão Ronald Weasley mas se você quiser voltar para lá, não me importo - eu disse desviando o olhar dele para trás do seu ombro e lá estava, uma imagem clara do ruivo brigando com uma aluna inocente.

- Na verdade, alguns minutos sem ter que ouvir as grosserias dele é ótimo, não que ele seja um amigo ruim, mas às vezes é um pouco...demais  - ele respondeu com um pequeno sorriso de agradecimento.  

Ficamos conversando por mais alguns minutos antes da Mcgonagall anunciar oficialmente o começo da festa, onde nós teríamos que dançar primeiro. Tínhamos ensaiado algumas vezes, então não passamos tanta vergonha, embora a minha vontade fosse de rir com as lembranças que me vieram à cabeça e pude ver o mesmo nos olhos de Harry. 

Depois desse momento, os outros campeões também dançaram com suas parceiras e em seguida, a festa realmente começou. Eu preferi evitar dançar além do necessário, pois isso sim seria vergonhoso mas não significa que não aproveitei. 

Eu estava sentada em uma mesa com Harry e Ron porque aparentemente o par dele não estava muito feliz, mas resolvi não entrar nesse assunto. Até que vejo Angie se aproximar e colocar a mão no meu ombro descoberto.

- Podemos conversar por um momento?? - ela disse e pela sua expressão, parecia ser importante. 

 Confirmei com a cabeça e como os dois continuatam conversando entre si, preferi não interromper e só fui com a mais velha até um canto com menos gente. 

- Aconteceu alguma coisa? - perguntei calmamente e notei que ela olhou para a direção onde Fred e Jorge estavam com mais uma garota.

- Sim, eu já sabia que seria uma bagunça completa, já que você queria vir com uma pessoa e eu com outra, mas eu acho que tem como consertar a tempo - ela contou voltando a me olhar.

- Eu não sei Angie, só com um vira-tempo e um pouco de sorte, daí eu conseguiria chamar ele para vir comigo. 

- Foi errado mas eu acabei de ouvir ele comentando uma coisa com o Jorge, que deveria ter pensado melhor e te convidado. Eu já estava reparando faz um tempo, eu tinha quase certeza que ele gostava de você e eu acabei de ter a prova - ela disse com um pequeno sorriso e logo em seguida pegou a minha mão e continuou - não quero ver vocês dois sofrendo atoa.

 Eu mal sabia o que responder então preferi demonstrar da melhor forma que eu consegui, ou seja, com um abraço mesmo não sendo muito de abraços na maior parte do tempo. 

- Obrigada por ter me contado mas acho que eu vou ser obrigada a roubar o seu par agora - respondi com um pequeno sorriso e me afastei dela novamente. 

- Algum dia eu te perdoo por isso, mas essa conversa fica para depois - ela piscou para mim e se afastou para o outro lado da festa. 

 Respirei fundo e assim que voltei a olhar na direção onde os gêmeos estavam conversando, percebi que já não tinha ninguém ali e não pude deixar de ficar decepcionada. 

- Me procurando, amor?? - uma voz muito conhecida por mim falou, numa distância mínima das minhas costas e eu imediatamente me virei.

- Na verdade sim, mas você veio até aqui, então deve ser importante - respondi com um sorriso sem me deixar abalar pela sua proximidade, já que não era incomum da parte dele tentar me deixar frustrada com esse tipo de provocação.

- Desde quando algo que eu tenho para dizer não é importante?? - ele falou com uma voz indignada mas seu sorriso o denunciou - vamos dar uma volta, o que acha? Aqui está muito cheio -  ele disse e logo segurou a minha mão, como eu poderia recusar um pedido desses? 

 Eu apenas concordei com um aceno e então saímos do Salão, caminhamos, ainda de mãos dadas, até o jardim. Tenho certeza que isso não deixou de passar pelos olhos atentos dos meus amigos, mas não era de pensar nisso. 

- Eu sei que nos conhecemos de verdade apenas esse ano - ele começou a falar e então parou de andar - mas eu realmente comecei a gostar muito de você - sua voz mais suave e até um pouco incerta. 

- Claro que sim, viramos todos amigos rápido - respondi com um sorriso satisfeito, talvez fosse maldade mas eu estava adorando esse momento e não queria que acabasse tão rápido.

 Ele olhou para o lado e respirou fundo antes de voltar a me encarar nos olhos com uma expressão mais leve.

- Está se divertindo, não é? É bem engraçado, não é? - ele perguntou e pude ver seus olhos brilharem, o tipo de brilho que aparece quando ele acaba de fazer uma pegadinha. 

- Sim, eu estou. Como eu poderia não estar quando deixei Fred Flertador Weasley frustrado? - eu respondi segurando a vontade que estava de rir, pela situação e pelo novo apelido que inventei. 

- Eu tive uma ideia muito mais divertida amor, você vai gostar - ele disse com confiança.

 Antes que eu pudesse perguntar o que era, uma das suas mãos encontraram o meu rosto e a outra minha cintura, me puxando mais para perto. Um segundo depois estávamos dando nosso primeiro beijo, o primeiro de muitos que estavam por vir. 

The First Meeting ||Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x You

Summary: Your life takes a 360º turn when you discover that you are a witch and that you are going to study and live in a world completely different from yours. In the midst of so much change, you meet a boy who is feeling the same. 

Word Count: 2.4k

N / A: This is the first fanfic that I am posting on Tumblr, so it would be very important to me if you leave your opinion here and also English it's not my first language, if I made a mistake, I'll like to know and correct it.

 The day started rainy, which is not surprising considering that I am in England, more specifically in the city of London. However, I, as an immigrant from hot lands, consider rainy days bad luck, because something always happens wrong. 

And to my despair, today was supposed to be perfect. 

It was only a month ago that I discovered to be a witch and for my happiness, it has nothing to do with pointy noses and pure evil. Apparently the only similarity is the hats, since in the two moments I was around real wizards, I saw several people wearing them.

 My family, for the most part, being a completely devout Catholic, did not accept my new reality so well, not to say it was hell on Earth. In short, if I went, I wouldn't be able to set foot in the house again, as they weren't going to house a sinful witch. 

That bearded gentleman was kind enough to help me find another place to stay, while my parents would think better of it. Although I was unable to thank him or at least speak after being expelled from my home, or old home.

I've been staying at the Leaky Cauldron ever since, but because of the latest events in my life, I just went out to buy the materials. Being a witch had cost me a lot and I wasn't ready to face that until yesterday. It took me a long time to decide whether to go to Hogwarts or not, but now the certainty that I made the right choice was growing in my chest. 

 Right after having breakfast at one of the bar tables, I waited seated by the person in charge who would accompany me to Kings Cross station, where I was supposed to catch a train. I knew about it the same day that I discovered the magical world but only today I was anxious for that. I must admit that I imagined that we would fly, obviously all the stories lied to all the non-magical children on Earth.  

A few minutes later, a man in a turban appeared through the door and walked towards me, his expression showing no particular emotion when entering or even seeing me sitting, but what scared me was the fragility and fear in his voice.

- Miss Garcia, good morning, are you ready to leave? - He leaned on one leg while looking around worriedly. 

- Yes sir .. is everything ok ?? The bathroom is on that side - I knew it was inconvenient but I couldn't hold my curiosity as I watched his expression change.

- It will be a short trip but we must go now, to not risk losing the train, let's go - his posture was suddenly rigid and his face looked shaken but this time, I kept my thoughts to myself.

 At least he was kind enough to help me with the two suitcases, which were quite heavy due to the amount of books that were inside, I got some History of Magic extra books to learn more about that world. 

And he was not wrong, the path was fast despite the light rain and wet streets. We didn't talk beyond the formalities, I just found out that he is one of my teachers that year, Professor Quirrel and nothing else.

As soon as my feet took a step into the station, the man said goodbye with a nod and left to go his own way with a weird expression, but I didn't care about that for more than 2 seconds. 

I took a deep breath and started to walk following the small crowd of people who would possibly go to work in another city, since I didn't know the way to the platforms. Honestly, I didn't think it would work until I saw the license plate numbers, and I quickly hurried on, because mine was ahead. 

- 7 ... 8 ... 9 ... 10 ?? - I stopped walking at the same moment I realized that mistake, there was nothing between 9 and 10 - I don't believe it ... 

 I stood leaning against a wall looking around as if looking for someone, but in fact I wanted to find a miracle or at least an angel who could tell me what to do in that situation. 

Millions of thoughts crossed my mind within 2 minutes, most of them negative, until something drew attention out of my despair, or rather, someone. A red hair had just gone through the wall, it was so fast I could hardly believe my own eyes. 

Two more people did the same before I managed to close my mouth and walk over there, in shaky, uncertain steps. They hadn't noticed me and I thanked them mentally for it, because I wouldn't be able to pronounce a single right word. The good news is that they were certainly wizards, by the way they dressed and the most logical conclusion is that they would know the right way. 

 I waited for everyone to cross to get closer to that wall, I couldn't hear the conversation but I noticed that the right way to enter is to run. Again I took a deep breath and looked around to see if anyone was noticing me, with the station full, my answer came as a quick no. 

 I closed my eyes and ran about three short steps until I felt a sensation unlike anything I had felt so far. The stone wall seemed to have turned into a wind wall and I easily managed to get to the other side. I immediately opened my eyes after hearing the sound of a train and when looking to the side, there he was. The Hogwarts Express was written right in front of the locomotive.  

 It only took me 10 seconds to notice the difference, the clothes were definitely different and there was an absurd amount of children and teenagers, as I was walking closer to the train entrance, more people were showing up, in a way I didn't know how to explain.  

 The trip was smooth to Hogwarts, I found an empty car as soon as I arrived but soon the seats were being filled and I ended up sharing my cabin with two more girls, I soon noticed that they were sisters and that was the initial topic of our conversation. They were nice and helped me get into the current context of the wizarding world, explaining the basics about Hogwarts as well. 

- And he's here, the boy who defeated you-know-who's going to study with us! - the oldest of the brunettes spoke excitedly with a huge smile on her face. 

- One of my friends told me earlier that she met him in the hall, what is he like? - the youngest asked even knowing that none of us would know the answer. 

 This topic remained for a while, until they decided to take a walk on the train while I read, enjoying some quiet time. Honestly, I wouldn't like to be in this boy's shoes, not only because of the tragedies in his life, but also because of the amount of attention, comments and theories about him.

But I cannot deny it, I would like to meet him, who would not be curious after everything that was being commented on? 

 People got in and out of the car where I was sitting and I tried to have a decent conversation with everyone, but then when two older students came to tell us that we should change clothes, as we were arriving. I preferred to wait because a hurried crowd of students wanted to go first, so I ended up being one of the last to get dressed, but one of the first to leave the train. 

 All the way the view had been impressive but nothing had prepared me for the vision I had when I approached the lake, where we were supposed to go. It was dark and it wasn't raining, the moonlight reflected on the water of the Black Lake like a mirror and I was almost sad to see that we were going to cross by boat, because that image would be blurry. 

I could only see the outline of the huge castle on the other side, but it was enough to see all the splendor of that place and for a few seconds I was paralyzed absorbing the beauty of everything around me, until a voice brought me to reality. 

- Only 4 people on each boat, kids! - I glanced at the giant man, who was talking animatedly to some students, before I sat down in an empty space.

 As soon as we reached the other side, we gathered in a small group on the castle entrance stairs to hear one of the teachers. I remained behind and silent as I was paying attention, until I saw someone passing by and right after I felt a foot stepping on top of mine for several seconds. 

- Hey! Can't you see I'm here ?? - I said indignantly but as low as possible looking at the red-haired boy beside me.

- I ... I'm sorry, I didn't see you - he replied without even looking at me, his face turning as red as the color of his hair.

 I thought about replying but as the teacher was still talking, I just preferred to nod, accepting the apology. Only then did I realize that I caught the attention of two more students, a curly haired girl who cast a disapproving look at the redhead but smiled at me gently and at another dark haired boy, who noticed my gaze and shifted his look to the other side immediately. 

 It didn't take more than 15 minutes before we were inside that incredible hall, instead of a concrete ceiling just like outside, above my head was the most beautiful starry sky I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, with floating candles to complete the view. To my relief, it didn't seem like a common thing for most first year students, who talked quietly among themselves so I didn't look like an idiot admiring alone. 

We were instructed to stay in a queue, I had no idea what was going to happen so I was distracted looking at the stars, which never seemed so achievable until that moment. I wish I could go up there and take at least one, but it would be impossible. 

 We walked slowly until we stopped in front of the other students, who were spread out over 4 tables, my eyes never left the illuminated sky and as a result, I didn't notice that I was too close to the boy in front of me.

I got my first embarrassing moment of the year in less than 10 minutes, because I stepped on the cover of the boy in front of me. All the consequences of that went by very quickly before my eyes. In a second I was out of balance and fell, but that's not the worst part. I accidentally pulled his cloak back, the boy fell out of balance and fell with me, his back to me. It hurts, too much. No more than the weight of my humiliation and shame, but it still hurts.

 My face took on a pinkish tinge as I silently prayed that no one noticed, but that's not what happened. Today was definitely not my lucky day. I could hear half the room laughing and half whispering, so I knew for sure that I had made a big impression on people and a bigger one on the Hogwarts floor. 

- Sorry ... I was distracted - I spoke as quietly as possible looking at the ceiling and again at him.

 He didn't look at me for more than 2 seconds before looking away in that same direction and back to me again. His nod was minimal but noticeable and he soon stood up, which I had forgotten to do in those few seconds.

 What surprised me more than anything in the last month was his hand extended to help me, it didn't take me long to accept the help and so I got up and straightened my clothes trying not to show shock. This was an act of kindness that I couldn't expect from my brothers, considering how angry they would be in a situation like this, but other than shame, I couldn't see a hint of anger in his green eyes. 

- I'm really sorry ... - I said again, loud enough that only he could hear me. 

 The director had called everyone's attention, so most had stopped laughing although that redhead from before just stopped after the mini punch that the brunette gave him. 

- It's okay, it will just be another reason for people to talk about me behind my back - he gave me another small smile on the side but his tone was not the happiest. 

- And why?? I don't know who you are - I was curious because I had not met anyone important in the magical world until then.

 I could see a flash of surprise in his expression but before he could answer me, the names started to be called and little by little the children walked to the stool, where the hat was placed on their heads. After that he didn't answer me, no one else had the courage to say a word because they were very anxious to get their turn and also curious, like me, to know which house the famous Harry Potter would go to. 

- Potter, Harry - called the teacher with a serious but serene expression and a different look in her eyes. 

 From then on, the students' not-so-low whispers started again and I, who was already at the Hufflepuff table, could only be surprised to notice that the boy I dragged to my shame was actually Harry Potter himself. I didn't have the courage to look at him for more than 5 seconds, because again the embarrassment consumed me but this time harder. I only looked at him again when the Gryffindor table radiated in cheers and laughter as soon as he was drawn there and then our eyes met for the last time that night.

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