Harry Potter x Reader

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary - Harry asks you about who he should be with.

Warnings: Very much fluff, very very little angst in between and as always my poor English :)

Word count - 1.7k

A/N: I've had this idea for a while so decided why not post it. So here it is. Hope you all enjoy <3

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The cold prickly grass was nipping at your arms and legs through your clothes as you laid down near the Black Lake, and warmth radiating from your side where Harry Potter laid. The light from the stars and moon was the only source of light. The dim lanterns of Hogwarts seemed like fairy lights.

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Chasing You – Harry Potter x reader

Your giggle was the only thing he heard as he chased you down the hillside on your way to Hagrid’s hut, but all he could do was smile because that sound was the happiest sound he had ever heard.

“Will you slow down babe?” he asks and you shake your head as you turn to look back at him over your shoulder

“You’ve got to be quicker than that dear” you tease and he shakes his head before gathering the last of his speed so he can catch up with you. However, it’s a little bit too much speed and as he barrels into you, you both go sprawling across the ground, with him coming down heavily on top of you. You try pushing yourself up off the ground once Harry is off of you but you scream out in pain as you try to put any type of pressure on your right hand.

“OWWWW!” Harry is instantly beside you, trying to see what the damage is and he caresses your face as he gently takes your sore hand in his free one.

“Babe, are you okay?” he asks and you shake your head, the tears falling down your cheeks landing on your wrist

“No Harry, it hurts so much” you whisper and he looks down at your hand clutched in his hand

“Babe, I think it might be broken” he says just as you hear Hagrid calling out

“Is ever’thing okay, Y/N. I ‘eard a scream” he says and you look up at the half giant looking down at you.

“Harry and I collided and I fell on my wrist. I think I may have broken it” you say and he looks down at your wrist, and at Harry who nods his head agreeing with you.

“Hagrid I think we need to take Y/N to the hospital wing” Harry says and you shake your head

“No! What about having tea with Hagrid?” you ask, as that had been the reason the two of you had been racing each other in the first place.

“Forget about me Y/N, we need ta look after you now” he says and you look between Hagrid and Harry and sigh, nodding your head as Hagrid picks you up in his arms and carries you towards the hospital wing with Harry running along beside you, trying to catch up.

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Blood Status: Half-blood

House: Gryffindor

(She/Her, 6th Year)

Warning/s: Swearing.

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"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬?!𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

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Pairing: harry james potter x gn!reader

Summary: harry proposes to his girlfriend in a vacation day + the wedding + a short glimpse in the wedding night

Requested: yes / no. Here is your tag bestie: @railmeharrypotter

Warnings: none , fluff fluff fluff<3

Words: 2.6k-ish

A/n: I'll open the requests for everyone <3

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Side notes for the fic: this is an au, and a reference of the song 'You and I' by One Direction appears at the beginning, also a reference of the movie 'Twilight'. this was written with fem!reader in mind, but it can also be gender neutral.

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"MY HAT! HARRY JAMES POTTER " you exclaimed while harry was accelerating at max speed his convertible car.

'I told you not to put it on, baby. Besides, in malibu will be a lot of hats you know? You can buy one from there' harry said calmly, smiling cockly while fixing his sunglasses and his hair.

'Hm? So we're playing fbi spies now? okay, I like it. fuck that hat anyways.' you said too, putting your black sunglasses. 'ah, it's like a movie, don't you think-'

'That's exactly the point of the holiday darling, to feel like in a movie', harry cut you of but little did you know that was a big lie.

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You arrived in Malibu, excitement running through your veins. Harry told you only the state where you were going, but never said anything about the place you will spend the nights. And, because you were dating for almost 4 years, of course you trusted him.

You were walking held by Harry, with a scarf tied in the back of your head so you couldn't see anything. But you could hear, and you heard a splash of angry waves fighting with eachother. But you didn't said anything, as your boyfriend told you.

Then, you felt a big hand untying the piece of fabric.

'I'm no Edward Cullen, but I think you might like it', harry said confidently, but you knew he was a little nervous.

You opened your eyes and you bated your eyelashes at the most beautiful place you've ever seen. It was a lovely house, more like a cottage, and it was decorated with exotic flowers. It had a little balcony, and on a coffe table there was a vase of dantelions, one of your favourite flowers. A big door of glass was showing with a pale yellow beautiful curtain. It had the view to the sea, where the sun was drowning in the turquoise water. It was that type of house you only dreamed about and saw in your favourite movies. You dropped your bag unconsciously, mouth open and eyes glistening in astonishment. Well, that's why you fell in love with harry depper and harder every day.

You squatted to get the bag, but it wasn't there anymore. You looked at harry. When you met his emerald eyes, you smiled and jumped in his arms, your legs hugging his torso. After a few minutes of almost suffocating him and wishpering 'I love yous' in his ear, you said:

'Always a prince charming, hm?'

'Anything for my princess.' he answer grinning.

He put you down and he placed his hand on your waist. You stayed like this for a couple minutes, just humming against eachother's breath. He twirled you and you giggled, pressing you body closer to his.

'I don't think I deserve this. I don't think I deserve you, harry ', you spoke-wishpered, forehead pressed with his.

'hmmm' he hummed, 'I think you deserve the whole world.' he said, guiding you by your waist in the house.

You chuckled.

'Maybe, if you think so', you murmured, while harry was spinning you around the house like you were waltzing.

'You deserve more then the world, that's why I brought you the paradise' he echoed smiling in your face, feeling your breath on the tip of his nose.

'Yeah, you're right. I could stay in this paradise forever. Just you and I ', you confessed, kissing him sloppily.

'Yeah, you and I.' he repeated, then he leaned in and kissed you passionately. But it wasn't a normal kiss, it was that type of kiss that screamed I want to spend my life with you forever, because I love you with all my heart and I promise I will never leave you. Because he did. He really did.

'Like the song, you know?' harry said when he pulled out, breaking the silence.

'Hm?' you asked confused, raising your eyebrow a bit.

'you and i, WE DON'T WANNA BE LIKE THEM, WE CAN MAKE IT 'TILL THE END, OH NOTHING COULD COME BETWEEN YOU AND I, OOHH YOU AND I', he sang-screamed and you placed your hands over your ears, giggling.

'You sound awful', you started laughing when he finished his little concert.

'Thank you, thank you. I'm pleasured', harry bowed in front of you, then he pushed you on the white couch made of silk. 'Now cuddle me, I deserve it'

You obeyed smiling and stuffed his head in your chest.

'I love you' he mumbled.

'I love you too.' you answered.

'I wasn't talking to you, silly. I was talking to your comfy boobs.' harry murmured under his breath and kissed the both of them.

'I don't know why you boys like girls boobs so much. There's nothing special with them, really. Besides, you have them too, but they're smaller.' you spoke, massaging harry's scalp.

'Hmm' - harry shook his head up - 'dunno, let me see', he got on his elbows and hiked your tee and your bra. You chuckled, grabbing his hand. 'They're pretty, I mean, prettier then mine. Hmm, yeah'. he spoke, his eyes not leaving your chest.

You chuckled and kissed his nose.

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'I love the sea breeze' you said and took a deep breath.

You were walking along the seashore with your boyfriend, hands interlocked. It was a warm evening, and harry invited you to see the dusk. The feeling of the cold water and sand covering your bare feet was euphoric, sending vibrations through your spine. The hot wind was playing with your hair and drying your swimsuit, along with the beach short dress you were wearing.

'Yeah, it's peaceful. S'making me feel safe' harry answered, waking you up from your troughts.

'You're making me feel safe.' you spoke, looking at harry with a loving smile. 'This really was the paradise. I can't belive there are only a few days left we can enjoy it'.

'Hm- actually. yeah, your right', the nervousness was driving harry insane. His blood was boiling, but not in a angry way. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

'Are you okay, love?' you asked, observing his unusual behaviour.

'Yeah, I, uh, just wanted to tell you something. I mean, ask you something' he was obviously blabbering.

Your face scrunched in concern.

'You-you want to break us up?' you were scared, a lot of ideas of bad news were driving around your mind.

'No, quite the opposite though', he gulped.

'What do you mean, haz?' you were now more confused, not realising what he was talking about.

You both stopped and looked in eachother's eyes. he took a deep breath, then said confidently:

'Y/n, since I met you, my world got better in any way possible. You can make me smile, laugh, cry, like nobody can do. Every time you are yourself, I fall deeper in love with you. And with this tension, the love I'm holding in my heart only for you, well, this tension makes me go insane. It's trying to tell me something. It's telling me to kiss you every day, to treat you like nobody else did before, to hold you, to be the shoulder you are crying on, to love you. But even if I tell you that I love you every day, well, I feel that it's not enough. All the emotions that are forming in my chest every time you talk, and even if you just smile, they are pushing me at the edge. What my heart is trying to tell you is that I love you so much, and I want to spend my whole life with you. Without you, I'd be nothing. But with you, I'm harry. Just harry, who trusts you with his life and would never do anything to make you cry or feel bad on purpose. Just harry, who cuddles you every day and holds your fragile heart with so much attention, scared to break it. Just harry, who knows that you love him the way he loves you. Just harry, who every night when you are asleep he thinks to himself :'What did I do to deserve such a angel?' Just harry, who would give his life so you could be happy. Just harry, that wants so hard to call you his wife, that he could explode. And this just harry, who with a miracle happens to be me, would ask you 'Will you give me the honour to marry me?', what would you answer?'

He then dropped on one knee, holding a beautiful ring in his hand. His eyes were sparkling along with the diamond on the jewellery from the dusk sun. The breeze was playing with his curls, making him the most handsome man in the world for you. You were left speechless, a tear forming in your eye from the love confession this boy just did. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world. How many chances there was for you to meet this just harry, how could fate would decide to send this angel to you? Almost impossible, you trought. But still possible.

You let the tears spread on your rosy cheeks and a grin to form on your face.

'Yes! A million times: yes!' you almost screamed of happiness.

He put the ring on your finger and got up, looking at your pretty face before placing his hand on your waist and pulling you in a loving kiss, that type of kiss that screamed 'I want to spend my life with you forever and I love you so much'. You relaxed into the kiss, the cold silver on your finger making you shiver. 'God, this must be the base day of my life', you both trought simultaneously.

You pulled out to catch your breath, and between sloppy kisses on his face you confessed, too:

'I love you so much'

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'You look beautiful, y/n. I'm sure harry will be head over heels when he sees you', Hermione said, arranging your dress and looking at you in the mirror.

It was true, you could admit it. It was a wonderful wedding dress, the wedding dress you were dreaming for. But now, all your dreams were coming true one by one. First, harry potter asking you out, then proposing to you, then waiting for you to come next to an aisle. You were admiring yourself in the mirror, feeling confident and nervous at the same time. You didn't know how was that possible, because they were literally opposites, but nowadays everything is possible.

'He already is, mione' you said, and hermione giggled.

You took a sharp breath and stepped forward, in front of a big crowd. You smiled when you saw how much people cared about you and wanted to see your wedding. You took your father's hand and walked slowly to the aisle, trying to be as serious as possible even if you wanted to explode from the happiness your chest was holding. You made eye contact with harry, and a bunch of butterflies invaded your stomach.

He really was handsome, you couldn't lie. He was wearing a black suit and a white chemise. His hair was messy, but it was obvious he tried to style it for a couple of hours. But you liked it like that. He wouldn't be just harry anymore if his curls weren't messy.

Your hand slowly interlocked with harry's when your father passed you to him. The priest was reciting a speech, but you never actually paid attention to him. You paid attention to harry's eyes, that were drowning in yours. They sparkled in a way they never did, they were exposing harry that he felt the happiest men on earth. With you in his hands, how could he not? He admired every detail of your face, god knows how was created such a beautiful human being. He then looked down at your dress that was fitting you perfectly, hiding all your body's curves that he and only he knew. If he'd die like that, with you holding him until he suffocates, he'd die a happy man.

'harry james potter, do you want to spend the rest of your life with y/n y/l/n and take her as your wife?' the priest asked.

'I do.' he answered looking straight into my eyes, touching the bottom of my heart in a way only he knew.

'y/n y/l/n, do you want to spend the rest of your life with harry james potter and take him as your husband?'

'I do', you spoke, tightening the grip in harry's hand.

'You may kiss the bride'.

You put my free hand on his chest, and he pressed his hand on your cheek, pulling you in a short kiss. If you would've thought about it, you'd feel embarrassed that you captured his lips in another kiss. But you couldn't care less. For you, it was just you and harry in the huge room. just you and just harry.

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'I'm not horny' harry said, occupying all the bed.

'Nor am I ' you answered, putting on your pajamas, that were matching you husband's.

'Let's just cuddle then, my wife' harry spoke, gesturing you to place your head on his chest. before you obeyed, you kissed him lovingly.

'Okay, my husband' you mumbled, hugging his chest.

'y/n potter sounds good' he wishpered in your ear, massaging your hair while you traced his abs.

'It does.' you murmured, almost asleep. He gave you a kiss on top of your head and closed his eyes. He could feel your breath slowing, meaning you are almost asleep.

'I love you, idiot' you said and giggled silently.

'I love you too, stupid. So much'

When you decided to stay at Hogwarts over the winter break, you assumed you’d be one of the only students sticking around. As it turns out, you’ve got one person still here to talk to- Harry Potter.

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It’s loud at Hogwarts this time of year. Snow is about to fall, and you’re deeply entrenched in December by now, so everyone knows that winter break will be upon you soon enough. No one has the slightest desire to pay attention in class, what with the fact that you’ll be getting out of school in just a few days. Unsurprisingly, all of your teachers seem to have collectively decided to launch a streak of exams right when everyone is at their lowest.

However, even all of this cannot stop your spirits from soaring. The thought of being able to go without homework, without tests, and just have a good time to sleep in and do positively nothing and feel fine about it sounds heavenly. Even better yet, you’re deciding whether or not to just stay at Hogwarts over the break. Wouldn’t it be splendid to explore the castle by yourself?

warnings - none

requested - yes / no

a/n - lmao i’m back for good ;), i may also write other stuff not just hp so let me know if u guys would like that!

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he would watch you from far farrrr away at first

then he would start moving closer like next table or yeah you get me

picture this: him staring at you behind a book. he would do that.

at first he would keep the stalking to himself

it would become a daily routine eventually 😪

just some minutes but still, he needs his daily dosis of watching you

seeing you enter the great hall and watch you eat, watching you in the library from a table at the other side of the room

maybe he would even learn your schedule just to know if he would have same clases with you

if he saw you talking to hermione or ron he would ask them about you but he’d tell to himself “keep it simple harry just ask them when’s her birthday”

he would tell ron about you, why? because it’s ron and we all love ron.

ron would accompany him to stalk you once and he would be impressed by harry’s ability of being quiet and sitting there watching you for HOURS 😭

when i say hours, yes i do mean hours.

ron would get sick of it and threaten harry that if he doesn’t talk to you he will.

and that’s how he for the first time in weeks (maybe even months) talked to you.

Harry Caring For a Sick S/O

a/n - sorry this took so long, the writer's block said hello! Hope you weren't actually sick but if so then I hope you're better now! Xoxo 💝♥️

Warnings: swearing (once), vague mentions of vomit and that's it!

Pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

Summary: cuddly sunday mornings with harry turns into a whole sex session<3

Warnings: smut, sir kink, fingering at the beginning, soft dom harry, boob sucking(is this a thing??), all cuddly and fluffy in rest

Type: smut and fluff

Words: around 2k?

Requested: no / yes

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A/n: my only goal in life is to find a guy like harry and cuddle him 'till he suffocates :) ALSO THE GIF IS SO CUTE AHHH

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It was saturday, one of the best days in the week, when you could sleep and spend time with your lovely boyfriend. The day started great, with a wave of warmth and light creeking through harry's window, hitting you and harry's naked bodies that were tangled under the messy bed sheets. The sunlight arrived at the edge of your eyelids, opening them slowly and carefully.

The first thing you saw and you wanted to see every morning was harry, with his messy raven hair splayed over the pillow you were sharing and his toned abs slowly moving up and down synchronically with his slow breaths.

You got up on your elbows and pecked harry's lips quickly, trying not to wake him up. Before you could get on your feet, something caught your hand in a tight embrace. You turned around and you saw harry looking at you with puppy eyes and a childish pout.

'Trying to escape, hm?' he wishpered with his hot morning voice, dragging you back on the mattress and earning a giggle from you. He hugged your torso and placed your fingers in his hair. 'Let's just cuddle for a bit more'

'I really need to go, harry' you said massaging his scalp and kissing the top of his head.

'Where? Did your secret boyfriend told you to meet him at 9:34 in the morning?', he mumbled, even if he was completely lost in your touch.

God, you trought. He must trust me with his life if he makes jokes about that. You chuckled at the ideea, kissing his messy curls again.

'Maybe, but this time I just have to pee.' you spoke and he pouted again. 'Besides, I couldn't shower last evening because your thirsty mouth completely attacked me, harry james potter!'

He started laughing, so you picked a pillow and threw it in his face, with a big grin attached on your lips. He gently grabbed your waist and placed you on top of him, kissing all over your collarbone and neck.

'Isn't your pussy thirsty? Poor thing got nothing last night' he wishpered in your ear with a cocky smirk, starting to travel his lips on the upper part of your tits, but stopping there.

You just tugged on his hair, signaling him that he's got your consent. He started to bit gently on your nipple, playing hard to get moans and whimpers from you. And his plan worked, within a few minutes you were a whimpering mess above him, your pussy getting wetter and wetter every time he touched your delicate skin.

You couldn't ever think someone could treat you the way he did. In his eyes, you were the most fragile diamond in the world and he couldn't risk breaking you. The most expensive jewelry someone could have on this planet, but he was the only one who could wear it. He touched you in the most delicate way you'd ever think, like you were floating every time he did so.

You didn't even noticed he stopped the kissing and slid a hand down your pussy, too lost in his warm embrace. You looked at him, your shiny eyes finding his emerald ones. You placed your hand on his cheek, kissing him with passion and love while he massaged your tights, teasingly careful.

'Don't wanna ruin the moment, but your hand is a bit tried', he wishpered, pointing at your arm that was shaking due to the lack of pressure it was holding. Right after, he flipped you so he was on top of you, his hand that was before on your tights now massaging your arm. 'Like that, so much better'

He slid his hand down your stomach again, making you gasp at the suddenly move. He trailed down and down, until he found your clit, all puffy and overused from the night before. He started drawing eights on it, making you moan his name for the first time that morning. You felt his dick twitch above your tummy and his cheeks flushing red. Even after a few years of dating, he could still get flustered that easily.

Your breathing got louder and the pleasure got stronger. God, this man had no idea how good was he with his fingers. And not only with his fingers.

'Does that feel good, angel?' he wishpered in your ear, making it sound like a dirty little secret.

'Yes, yes--ah! so good--mhmmp--so good sir' you said trought your needy moans and whimpers.

He chuckled at the idea that he could make you fall into a subspace that easily.

'Good girl' he praised, circling your hole with his middle finger and playing your clit with his thumb.

'Please! Need it so bad, - ah! - so bad, sir!', you whimpered pathetically, eyes closed shut.

'Such a good puppy, for asking so nice' he said, inserting one digit in your tight hole. In a second, you realised how loud you were and you placed your hand over your mouth, making harry tut.

'None of that, princess' - he said, another finger entering your pussy - 'Let me hear your pretty moans and don't worry, I put the silencing charms'

You grabbed the sheets when harry hit that spot in your pussy that he and only he could find. A tear formed in your eye at the amount of pleasure you were receiving, then it slid down your cheek.

'Can I cum, please?' you said in a breath, trying to hold the delicious(like harry said) liquid in.

'Of course, angel. Make a mess on my fingers'

And right after harry's words, you came. Your legs were spasming and your whole body was trembling. Coming back to reality, you opened your eyes to see a pretty, grinning face laying on your stomach and massaging your thights.

'Was that good, baby?' the handsome boy said, kissing your tummy.

'Mhmm' you mumbled, not able to form a phrase yet.

'Y'think my cock deserves that pretty pussy of yours? It's so fragile I'm afraid I'll destroy it', harry asked, to make sure that you gave him full consent.

'Mhm, pretty please?' you said, pouting your lips in a way harry adored with all his heart.

He didn't answer, he just got up and nodded his head approvingly. He kissed the inside of your thights again, parting your legs so he can see your puffy pussy. He placed them both on his shoulders, making sure you are comfy with the position. Then, with no hesitation, he lined himself up with your entrance and parted your folds, slowly pushing in and resisting the urge not to slam right back into you. Even if you had sex a million times now, he was still treating you like it was your first time. Not that you didn't liked it.

You moaned when all of him entered you and slowly slid back. He started thrusting at a slow pace, waiting for you to adjust with the feeling.

'Faster! please, sir' you pleaded, holding tight his biceps with your hands.

He obliged quietly, getting faster and faster with every slam in your sensitive pussy. You were a moaning mess, combined with curse words and his name. You felt a familiar felling of a nod tightening into you again, growing bigger and bigger until you couldn't keep it in anymore.

'Needa cum' you mumbled-wishpered, breathing heavily in his ear and pleading every single second.

'Me too, baby. I'll fill that pretty cunt of yours with my cum'

With his phrase, you came with an euphoric feeling, and after a few thrusts harry filled you up with his seed. It was so familiar, hot and nice that you could cum again only from the trought.

He collapsed on the bed right next to you. After you came down from your high, you put your head on his collarbone and hugged his torso.

'That was a good one' he wishpered in a cracky voice, interlocking his hand with yours.

'I didn't shower yet', you ignored him and answered.

'Don't worry, I'll come and help you do a bath' he smiled at you reassuringly, kissing the top of your head.

'Would that mean a 2nd sex session?' you smirked and giggled in his arms.

'Maybe... Now get up, love. It's time to clean you up'

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.

pairing: harry james potter x ravenclaw!fem!reader

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

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: 5.8k words

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

The sky was grey.

Pairing : harry james potter x gn!reader

Summary: you're eating a lollipop, and harry joins you

Requested: no / yes

Words: aprox 500

Warnings: none, pure fluff

A/n: okay this is short but cute and I loved writing it<33 also in the gif it's not harry lol but it gives me potter vibes

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It was a lovely day, and you could feel that Christmas was approaching. You decided to spend your holiday at the Grimmauld place, along with your boyfriend, harry and his godfather, sirius. Since your family had to work in the Christmas day and they couldn't spend any time with you, you decided that staying at your lover's wouldn't do any bad to anyone.

You were sitting on a couch, wearing harry's hoodie and sucking on a strawberry flavoured lollipop while reading an interesting book that remus presented to you. You were so lost in the book's pages, so you didn't hear your beloved boyfriend approaching. He sat next to you, watching you intensely and admiring every part of your face. The way your eyes brighted up when a character was happy, the way your pretty lips were sucking lightly on the lollipop, the way your fragile hands moved up and down the pages. Harry could've blushed only at the sight of you. When the lollipop left your mouth, he creeped closer and stole it, savouring your sweet flavour combined with the strawberry one. You unconsciously moved your hand to your lips to suck on the lollipop again and, realising that it wasn't between your fingers anymore, you looked up.

You saw your boyfriend licking it, looking at you in admiration.

'Hey! That's mine!' you said, playfully hitting harry's biceps. 'Give it back!'

'There's no more left, I trought we could share this one,' harry spoke and smirked in a loving way. 'I'll only give it back if you close that book and snuggle with me'

You had a temptation to say no, but when harry pouted and made those big doe eyes, you couldn't resist.

'Fine', you said and put a small piece of paper between the pages, closing the book.

'Yay!' Harry chuckled and sat down, hugging you with his big arms.

You didn't complain, you just hugged him back and nuzzled your head in his neck. You stayed like that for a while, getting intoxicated with each other's sweet scent.

'Can you give me back my lollipop now?' you asked, your chin resting on his collarbone and your fingers tracing his toned abs under his shirt, making him shiver.

'Give me a kiss first?' he said, making puppy eyes again.

You leaned in and kissed him lovingly. It wasn't a really long kiss, but it was full of love and comfort. When you pulled away, he licked the lollipop one last time.

'I taste no difference' he said, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion. He observed your gesture, so he explained: 'The candy, it's sweet like you'

You felt your cheeks flush red. You smiled, leaning in to kiss him again. Your heart could explode at the amount of love it was holding for this boy, and you couldn't ever think of a person that you could adore more then him.

'I love you' you confessed, the millionth time since you were dating.

'I - love - you' he said back, kissing your nose between every word.

Harry x Reader

You internally scream as all of your atoms and molecules come together once again in an instant. Your body is pressed awkwardly against the wet ground. You hear startled gasps and movement. You hesitantly open your eyes. The canopy of the trees above is all that you see.

You slowly sit up to see a brunett man and a ginger man. Both of them look terrified. The brunett presses the sword he’s holding against the hollow of your throat.

“Who are you and why did you just come from the Dark Lord’s Horcrux?”

You stare at him.

“Who the fuck are you?” Is your reply.

“He asked you first,” the ginger says as if you didn’t already know that.

“I’m the person that’s gonna cut your dick off and glue it to your forehead so you look like a Limp-dick Unicorn if you don’t remove the sword from my throat.”

He slowly lowers the blade. You shudder as you look at the offensive piece of metal that reminds you of what your lover had done to you.

“My name is Y/N L/N.”

Both men gasp. You raise an eyebrow.

“Have you heard of me?”

“Everyone has heard the story of how Y/N L/N just disappeared without a trace. It’s a Hogwart’s legend.”

“Really? What do they say happened to me?”

“Most think you committed suicide in the Forbidden Forest. Some say you went skinny dipping in the Black Lake that ended with the Squid having a midnight snack. Others say you were brutally murdered.”

You stare at them blankly.

“The last would be correct.”

The boys blink as they process what you had just confirmed.

“Who murdered you?”

“Tom Riddle.”

The boys look at each other meaningfully.

“Did…. uh… did you know of his uhm extracurricular activities?”

“Did I know that he was a murderous, back-stabbing bastard?”

They nod.

“Considering he was my lover, I would say that I knew that.”

They flinch.

“Oh, calm down. I plan to make that bastard pay, not crawl back to him.”

They visibly sag in relief. You look down at the ground and notice you’re naked. The boys notice your slight nudity problem.

“Uhm…. here.”

The ginger takes off his hoodie and hands it you. You stand and slip it over your head and it falls to your mid-thigh. You shrug. It’ll do for now. Your foot brushes cold metal. You look down to see a locket. You laugh as you pick it up.

“Was this the Horcrux I was trapped in?”

They nod.

“That bitch.”

They look at you questioningly.

“He gave me this locket for my birthday. It’s a locket that works as a peinsive. We put all of our couple memories in here. Our happy memories. But he had also put a Dark magic curse on it so anyone that wasn’t the either of us would see their nightmares. I loved it.”

The ginger coughs awkwardly into his elbow. You ignore him.

“I think him using this as the Horcrux is a worse betrayal than the literal back-stabbing I received,” you muse aloud.

You lock eyes with the brunett.

“I want him dead. Please tell me that you will be a part of this.”

You don’t know why you asked the brunett specifically. Maybe it’s because you can feel the power radiating off of him. And he feels safe.

He smiles softly. He turns to the ginger.

“I think they should meet Hermione. And you need to for that matter. Get on with it.”

They start walking and you follow closely and warily. They walk into a tent to a bushy haired girl. Her eyes lock onto the ginger and they light up with joy. Her eyes then lock on you. Or more specifically, onto the ginger’s hoodie. You feel the anger rise from across the tent.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley, you leave without a word then just return as if nothing has happened? Not only that, but you bring a skank with you?! Harry, give me my wand!”

You clench your jaw as the brunett holds his hands up in surrender. In one of his hands is the desired wand. You snatch the wand and point it at the girl. She freezes as you step closer to her. You press the wand to her jugular.

“I am not nor will I ever be a skank. How dare you pass judgement without hearing a word of the story. I would like nothing more than to Crucio you right now, but I have an agenda to attend to. And the brunett is helping me kill the Dark Lord. I don’t think he’d like me to torture his little friend.”

She blinks and slowly steps away from you. You hand the wand back to the brunett and return to the previous position behind him. She looks at the brunett.

“Explain,” she demands softly.

**************

After a couple hours of everyone telling their life story, you say, “Can I go to bed?”

The three look at each other.

“Uhhhh… anyone know a spell to transfigure something into a bed?”

The boys shake their head.

“It looks like you have to bunk with one of us. Who do you want to bunk with?”

“Harry,” you answer casually as your eye catches a small hand-held mirror.

Said man’s cheeks turn faintly pink and he nods. Ron rolls his eyes at his best mate. You pick up the mirror and glance into it. You blink at your young teenage face. It seems that when you came back, you came back as the age that Voldemort killed you at. Harry leads you to his bed and gestures for you to enter it first. You do so and he immediately follows.

“Sorry if the bed’s a little small,” he says with an awkward chuckle.

“Eh.”

You scoot closer to him. You lay your head on his chest because you don’t have a pillow. Or that’s the excuse you’re using anyways. He hesitatingly wraps his arm around your shoulder.

You snuggle into his chest further and whisper, “Good night Harry.”

“Good night Y/N.”

***********

The next day the four of you are going over battle plans.

“Does he have any weaknesses?” Hermione asks you.

You think for a moment.

“Right now, I think I’m his only weakness.”

“Not only his,” Ron mutters.

You ignore Harry’s red face and Ron’s remark.

“He thinks me dead. And he used to care for me. In his own twisted way, but it was still affection. That’s why I was chosen to made a Horcrux of. I was dear to him.”

“Yeah, we could definitely use them. We now have a surprise factor,” Hermione states.

You pretend not to notice Harry’s worried face.

**************

You stay with the Trio for weeks. During that time, you fall for Harry as you prepare to help kill your ex-lover.

Harry brings out your best qualities. He gives you a reason to go on. He gives you a reason to want to be good. He gives you a reason to hate Voldemort even more.

You want to tell Harry of these feelings, but you’re afraid you won’t survive the War. You bottle up your feelings and decide to tell him if you survive.

Right now, you’re just going to enjoy him.

**************

The battle is taking place all around you. You slink around the Forbidden Forest waiting for the moment to present yourself. As you wait, you silently take down unguarded Death Eaters. You wince when you realize that you would’ve become one of them if you hadn’t been killed.

You see Harry start trudging through the trees. You silently follow from a distance. He stops at a small clearing. You see a man in black robes in the center of the clearing. Voldemort.

He looks drastically different, but there isn’t a doubt in your mind that this is the man you used to love. As Harry steps into the view of Voldemort, it begins. Voldemort starts to taunt him. And listen and await your time.

“You’ve taken everything from me!” Harry yells brokenly.

Voldemort laughs at Harry’s pain. You can’t restrain yourself. You want this man to pay. You step into the clearing.

“Oh Harry, he took everything from himself first. The man is nothing.”

Voldemort staggers back gaping at you.

“Remember dear old me Thomas? I surely do remember you.”

He looks like he can’t breathe.

“H-how?”

“You mean, how am I alive after you killed me in cold blood so you could rise in power?” You ask frigidly.

He nods.

“Magic,” you say with a bitter chuckle.

“It’s too bad you killed me Voldyshorts. We would’ve been a great team. And I would’ve followed you willingly. But don’t worry. I’ve found a better man than you’ll ever be.”

You walk over to Harry and interlock your fingers with his. You smile in triumph when you see the despair in his cold, snake-like eyes.

Light streams through the canopy up above, lighting the small clearing. A ray of light catches a piece of metal. Voldemort catches sight of the piece of metal and visibly blanches. Lying in the hollow of your throat is the locket he used to make a Horcrux of you.

“Y/N, my dear Y/N…. I’ve regretted killing you everyday,” he says softly.

“And I’ve regretted not killing you sooner.”

He clenches his jaw and a cold mask of indifference is once again on his face.

“Very well. It looks as if I’ll just have to kill you again. But this time, I’ll be killing two nuisances.”

Harry lets go of your hand and steps forward. Voldemort raises his wand at Harry quickly. Harry is too slow but you aren’t. You deflect the green light.

“Still quick with a wand Y/N,” Voldemort says with a curt nod.

“I had a good teacher. Now he’s an evil dickwad.”

“You used to be into that.”

“That was before my blood covered your hands.”

Voldemort then raises his wand at you. You shield yourself just as you did for Harry.

“Is that all you have Thomas?”

“Not even close!”

“Uh huh. You’re just like your father. Worthless.”

That did it.

He clenches his jaw and starts to shoot spell after spell. You do the best you can to shield yourself and Harry, but you have a sinking feeling that you’re not going to be able to deflect all of them. Harry starts to shoot spells back but Voldemort somehow manages to be defensive and offensive at the same time.

Your sinking feeling turns out to be right.

Voldemort points his wand at you to hit you with an Avada Kedavra. You shield yourself accordingly. But last second, he shifts the target of his wand aim to Harry. It hits him and he collapses.

“No! Harry!” You screech.

You collapse to the ground where you stand. Your eyes don’t leave his fallen body. Voldemort laughs and walks over to you. He lays his hand on your shoulder. You shudder at the frigid temperature of the hand.

“See, this is what happens when you choose the wrong side of war. You went with this pathetic boy and now he’s dead. You should’ve chosen me Y/N. You know that it’ll always be me.”

You ignore him and push yourself to Harry’s body. You lay your head on his chest and listen desperately for a heart beat. You lay there for several seconds because you can’t hear past your own pounding pulse.

Voldemort laughs at your antics.

“Do you actually care for the boy? Wow Y/N. You’re just giving yourself to anyone nowadays. Why would you choose a boy over me? I know you like a little monster in your men.”

You turn your tear streaked face to him.

“I used to. I used to love you Tom. But that was never enough for you. You always had to have more than what you already had even if you had enough. And I did enjoy the monster side of you. Until that monster killed me. The thing I learned is that you can never tame a monster. But one day, someone will kill you. I just pray to Merlin that I have a front row seat.”

Harry’s body under you shudders. You almost yelp but you stop yourself. Voldemort doesn’t notice.

“Shhhhhhh,” Harry whispers into your hair.

“Enough of your nonsense Y/N. I’m done with this. I want the half-giant to carry my prize into the clearing.”

He points behind you. You turn to see a broken Hagrid with tears streaming down his face. He trudges over to Harry’s body and picks him up gently. Harry does a good job of staying limp.

Voldemort presses his wand to your throat.

“Walk,” he orders.

You walk with Hagrid and Voldemort through the trees until you get to the front of the school. Everyone gasps and starts sobbing as they catch sight of Harry’s “dead” body.

Voldemort starts a speech about how the Wizarding World is going to be different from now on. Blah blah blah.

You don’t pay attention. You watch Harry with bated breath. You watch as he slinks out of Hagrid’s arms when Voldemort turns his back. Several people point behind him making him turn around. Right as he turns, Harry clocks him in the jaw.

“That’s for killing Y/N.”

“Thanks Harry.”

He grins at you.

“No problem.”

“Things are going to be different huh? It looks like the only difference will be is that you’ll be where you belong. Six feet under,” you say to Voldemort.

He growls as he tries to hit Harry with a surprise Avada Kedavra. You deflect it easily. Voldemort stands and gets into a dueling pose. Harry glares at him.

Right as Voldemort lets green light stem from his wand, red light streams from Harry’s wand. The colors collide in the middle. After a few seconds, you watch as the red pushes the green further and further to Voldemort.

Everyone watches with bated breath as it’s pushed all the way back to hit Voldemort. His body crumbles to the ground. You walk over to his body and check for a pulse.

“Dead!” You call out.

Everyone starts to cheer. You transfigure a stone lying on the ground into a dagger. You insert the blade into the soft skin of his back.

“An eye for an eye,” you mutter.

You turn to see Harry staring at you. You slowly walk over to him. He stares into your eyes for a brief moment before lifting a hand and gently cupping your jaw.

“We survived,” he says softly.

“Yeah,” you mumble back.

Harry Potter x blind Reader

“Yo F/N! Get your ass in here. I want to go to breakfast and if I happen to fall, I’m going to blame you.”

You can hear F/N’s footsteps enter the room.

“Whatever Y/N. You’re not going to fall, and you don’t want my help. You just want my amazing presence.”

“Ya know, if I could see, I’d kick your ass. Actually, I could probably still kick your ass while blind. Let’s go.”

F/N just laughs.

“Come on. Breakfast remember?”

“Yay food!”

You start walking towards the door.

“Part the way bitches! The blind kid will not hesitate to beat you with their  cane!” You yell.

F/N laughs as your hand finds the doorkno.

***********

You finally get down to the Great Hall without any injury- to others of course.

You’re pointing at random food on the table and trying to guess it by smell. F/N seems impressed. You lean over and sniff them. You scrunch up your face.

“Ew, a F/N.”

They laughs at you.

“You’re so mean.”

You put your hand to your chest and pretend to wipe a tear from your eye.

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Probably.”

You smile as someone starts talking to your right.

“Hey Y/N, F/N.”

You flinch at the voice because you didn’t see it coming.

“Oh sorry Y/N.”

You hear the person shuffle their feet awkwardly.

“Lean down here stranger.”

You hear movement and you reach up with your hands out. They land on a face. You smack around the face.

“Hey Harry.”

“Can you really tell who I am by touching my face?” He asks.

“No. I knew who you were when you started speaking. I just wanted to slap you a little.”

F/N and Harry laugh.

“Well, I need to go to the Library. See ya.”

You gasp.

“Harold James Potter in a library? Oh dear Merlin! The world is ending! I just want F/N to know that I love you, you little cock sucker.”

Harry laughs.

“Well then,” F/N grumbles.

“I’m actually researching something. Shocking, isn’t it?”

“Shocking indeed.”

“Well bye.”

You hear his foot steps retreat.

************

You’re in Transfiguration. McGonagall just told everyone to find partners. You’re not a Hufflepuff so you’re not a good finder. You stay seated.

Someone taps your shoulder before they start speaking.

“Hey Y/N. Do you mind if I’m your partner?”

You smile in the direction that the voice came from.

“Sure Harry. Take a seat.”

You hear the chair scrape against the floor.

“So did your research go well?” You inquire.

“Yeah, I hope to see results this class period actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

McGonagall starts speaking so you turn to that direction. You hear Harry start muttering under his breath but you pay him no mind.

“You may begin.”

You turn to Harry.

“Will you get me a pillow dear Harold?”

“Sure. Any specific color?”

“F/C please.”

“Okay.”

You hear the chair being pushed back and steps going away from you. He comes back moments later. He hands you a pillow. You frown in his general area.

“I thought I said F/C, not (least favorite color)?”

There’s a silence.

“Y/N… how did you know the pillow was (least favorite color)?”

You blink at nothing.

“Uhm, I don’t know. I just sensed it, I guess.”

“It worked!” Harry exclaims.

“Wait, what worked?”

“I can’t explain right now. Can you come to Myrtle’s bathroom during dinner time?”

“You’re asking me to skip food to speak to you?”

He chuckles lightly.

“Yes.”

“Fine,” you sigh.

***********

You shove a few sandwiches in your pocket as you excuse yourself to F/N. You mindlessly eat them as you think about what Harry could’ve possibly done.

You’ve been able to sense color and general shape all day. It’s been all strange, but wonderful experience.

You find the handle to the bathroom and open it. You step into the room and call, “Harry?”

“Y/N,” he greets from farther in the room.

You hold out your hand and start walking. You stop when you sense a black robe. You slowly lift your hands to his face.

“Your glasses. They’re round. I knew you had them but I didn’t know they were round lenses.”

He stays silent as you continue. You move your hand up to his hair.

“Ooo, I like your hair color. It’s soft and good looking.”

You move your hand down to his forehead.

“Ah, the famous scar. It’s nice to know the general idea of what everyone is freaking out about.”

You move your hands to his glasses again.

“Your eyes are green, a brilliant green. Wow.”

You lower your hands to your sides.

“So how can I sense this?”

He shuffles his feet.

“I’ve been, uh, researching for the last few months. I’ve been looking for spells to help you. Not that you need help, but I thought you’d enjoy some sense of sight. Obviously, magic won’t just cure it, but I found this spell,” he rambles.

“Wait, months? Why?”

He clears his throat.

“Uhm, happy birthday?”

“Nice try. Now what’s the real answer?”

“Becauseilikeyou,” he says quickly.

“You do what now?”

He blows out a breath.

“Because I like you. A lot. You deserve so many things that I can’t give you, but I can give you this.”

“Well then. You give me a form of sight then declare your love and expect me to date you? Huh?”

“No, that’s not what-”

“I accept!”

“Wait, what?”

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

“Really?”

“Yes. What color are your lips?’

"Uh pink. Why?”

“Because I want to see if I want to kiss them.”

You raise your hand again.

“Mmm, very kissable,” you mutter before leaning in.

“Wow,” Harry whispers.

“I get a form of sight, a boyfriend, and a kiss from Harry Potter? Best day ever!”

Harry laughs.

“Thank you Harry. I mean it. Thanks a lot.”

Harry x Reader

You sigh and look up, hearing two voices rising and continuing to rise. Sitting at the table diagonal from you is the the Slytherin Prince with his back to you and the Gryffindor Golden Boy across from him looking very agitated.

Tired of Draco antagonizing your best friend, you stand. You lower down to the floor and slowly crawl towards Draco’s turned back. Harry catches your eye so you lift a finger to your lips, telling him to keep quiet.

He adverts his attention as you creep over. You push yourself up behind Draco until your head is shoulder height. Quickly, you stick both index finger tips into your mouth and push them into Draco’s ears.

He squeals like a girl and flails his arms about his head causing you to fall right on your bum. He turns and sees you.

“What did you do, L/N?”

You look at him innocently as you stand and brush yourself off.

“Nothing. What are you talking about Malfoy?”

He glares at you.

“Filthy half-blood.”

You smile at him stickly sweet.

“Inbred pureblood.”

He sneers at you, turns on his heel, and stalks out of the library. You huff in relief as Harry bursts out laughing.

“Laugh all you want, Harold. I just saved your arse.”

He instantly sobers.

“Saved my arse?” he asks incredulously.

“Yes. I distracted him. That saved your arse. You owe me.”

“Oh, whatever can I do to repay your noble deed?” he asks sarcastically.

“I can think of a few things.”

Most of them involved his lips on yours…

He smirks at you.

“And what could that possibly be?”

You sigh.

“My homework needs to be done.”

He steps close to you making you step back. He steps even closer causing you to pin yourself to the library table. He leans in so close, you can feel his breath on your lips as he looks into your eyes.

“I don’t think that’s what you want,” he says softly before he places his hands on your hips.

He closes that small gap. You’re surprised so you do nothing but enjoy the sweet pleasure of his lips on yours. Harry is persistent with his pressure until finally, your brain kicks in, telling you to kiss back.

You lean in and run your fingers through his tousled raven locks. He grips your hips tighter and lifts you up to the library table.

“No fornication near my books!” shrieks a voice.

You pull apart to see Madam Pince looking extremely alarmed. You chuckle under your breath and push Harry away from the table. You slide off the table and look up at Harry. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you laugh loudly.

“Out with the both of you!” Madam Pince says sternly.

Harry grabs your hand, pulls you out of the library, and into the hallway. He pins you to the wall beside the library door.

“Harry, her books will hear us!”

He chuckles and starts to lean down.

“Harold, people can see us!”

You pointedly look over his shoulder causing him to do the same. You quickly lick your index finger before he turns to look back at you.

You grab his chin with your opposite hand and lean in slowly. He closes his eyes, preparing himself for your kiss. You stick your finger in his ear, duck under his arm, and sprint away.

He growls and yells, “Y/N!”

Draco x Reader x Harry

You’re sitting in the Courtyard flipping through your favorite novel. Today is a gorgeous day, and you had to go outside and enjoy it. You lazily lean against a tree and flip the page.

A large shadow appears over your book. You look up to see Cedric Diggory. He gives you a charming smile.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hullo Cedric.”

“I was wondering if you’d go to Hogsmeade with me? Like on a date?”

“Uhm-”

“Sorry Diggory. It’s not gonna happen. Y/N’s no longer on the market,” a distinct drawl says from behind the tree.

Cedric blushes and looks at the ground.

“Sorry Y/N. I didn’t realize you were taken.”

“Well-”

“Move along Diggory,” Draco snaps.

“Well, bye Y/N. Sorry to bother you.”

“Bye Cedric.”

He shuffles away in defeat as Draco sits down next to you.

“Why do you do that? That’s the third time this week.”

He sighs and lays his head in your lap, right on top of your book.

“Because you’re mine. No one else can have you.”

You chuckle.

“Draco, you haven’t properly asked me out. You just keep telling me I’m yours.”

“Because you are.”

“You have to ask me out before I become ‘yours’.”

“DRAKIE,” screeches an annoyingly high pitched voice.

Draco sighs impatiently as he sits up.

“I better go find her before she gets too annoying,” he grumbles.

“Okay. See you Draco.”

“Bye Y/N. Remember whose you are.”

“My own!”

“Nope.”

He winks and walks away. You sigh exasperatedly.

Draco was a complete jerk to anyone who asked you out and claims you as his own. But he hasn’t asked you out. He refuses to ask you out. It confuses you. If he wanted you to be his, he’d ask you out! That jerk!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Longbottom, L/N.” Snape’s drawl echoes across the dungeon, deciding the fate of your Potion partner.

Neville walks over to your table.

“Hey Y/N,” he says meekly.

“Hey Neville.”

You both work quietly next to each other.

“Hey Neville, will you go get me another rat tail?”

“Sure.”

You look at the ingredients in the cauldron. Wait. The potion is supposed to be a light lilac, not a deep red…

BOOM!

The potion explodes everywhere. You can feel Snape’s scowl from across the room.

“L/N, you incompetent fool!”

“But-”

“Detention tonight. Be here at six,” he grits out.

He stops and looks at Harry’s and Ron’s potion.

“Potter, you’ll be joining us.”

“But I-”

“Tonight at six.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You walk into Snape’s classroom exactly at 6. You look around, expecting to see Harry or at least Snape, but neither are there. You sit down and wait about five minutes before a flustered Harry bursts into the room. His eyes frantically search the room before they land on you.

“Where is he?”

You shrug in response. He walks down the aisle quickly and sits next to you as the dungeon door slams open.

“Potter, L/N, I see that you made it in one piece. Such a pity.”

You scowl down at the desk.

“I want you to scrub this entire floor without magic. I have a meeting with Dumbledore to attend. No funny business and the floor better be spotless when I return. Begin.”

After the billowing of his robes, he was gone. Alrighty then.

You go over to the sponges and buckets that were left on his desk for this joyous occasion. You silently begin your work as Harry grabs his bucket. You get into your work and completely zone out.

“You missed a spot.”

You look up to see Harry standing over you. Then you look at his part of the floor.

“Well, it looks like you missed the whole floor,” you tease.

He chuckles.

“You realize he’s going to make us redo it at least three times before we leave, right? There’s no reason to be actually doing it unless he’s in here.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You sound like a detention expert.”

He shrugs.

“When Snape hates you for no reason, you get a lot of detention.”

“That’s true.”

You put your sponge back into the bucket as he sits down next to you.

“I think he’s a git because he’s never had a girlfriend.”

You snort with amusement.

“I don’t think that’s it.”

“Why not?”

You shrug at him.

“Because I’ve never been in a relationship and look at me.” (Go with it if you have.)

“Y-you’ve never been in a relationship?”

“Uh… that’s what I just said.”

“You’ve got to be lying!”

“I’m not. Why would you say that?”

“Because you’re attractive. Why wouldn’t you be in a relationship? Has no one asked you out?”

“When I was eight.”

He scoots closer.

“So you’re not dating anyone now?”

“No….”

“So it’d be okay if I were to ask you out?”

You chuckle.

“That doesn’t mean I’ll say yes.”

He winks.

“I’ll take my chances.”

He grabs your hand.

“Y/N L/N, you’re a beautiful human being. Can I make you mine?”

“Why Mr. Potter, I’d be delighted.”

He chuckles and lifts his hand to lightly stroke your cheek.

“Mine,” he says gently.

Normally, that would sound possessive in a bad way, but Harry somehow made it sound romantic.

“Yours.”

He leans a little closer, searching your eyes for permission. He finally connects his lips to yours.

The dungeon door slams open.

Harry Potter x Reader

You’re sitting in the Common Room with your best friends, the Golden Trio. You and Hermione are reading while Harry and Ron are talking and playing Exploding Snap loudly. You try to ignore them, but you end up snapping at them.

“Can’t two people read without you two being obnoxious?!”

They both turn to glance at you, glance at each other, and burst out laughing. You growl and return back to your book.

Ron whispers something in Harry’s ear and both boys laugh loudly.

You snap, “Harold!” while Mione snaps, “Ronald!”

They snap their heads in your direction. Harry scoffs at you.

“Harold? Really?”

“I could call you a lot worse. Now be quiet.”

He smirks.

“But I’m the Chosen One.”

“And you’ve been chosen to shut your trap!”

You lift your book back up and find your place.

You hear Ron exclaim, “I can’t believe you won!” before Harry jumps up and starts yelling in victory.

“Harold James Potter, I said to shut it!”

He stops his victory dance.

“But I’m the Boy Who Lived.”

“Not for much longer if you don’t shut up!”

You lose yourself into the story when Ron starts guffawing on the couch next to Harry. You slam your book shut and stand. Both boys look at you, terrified for their lives.

You glance at them before you grit out to Mione, “I’m going to take a walk before I use the Avada Kedavra on Harold.”

She nods as you stomp away. You make sure to slam the potrait hole shut.

You wouldn’t be so angry if you weren’t reading (favorite book). You love this book so much and the boys were being obnoxious right at (favorite book’s plot twist)! Gah!

You end up stomping to the Courtyard. You use Wingardium Leviosa to levitate yourself and your book into the tree that Malfoy insulted Harry in during Fourth Year. There you continued the epic story of (favorite book).

You’re interrupted by a cough. You look around and notice it’s dark. You hear the cough again and look down. You scowl.

“I’m not in the mood, Harold.”

“I know. Can I come up?”

“If you have to.”

He climbs the tree lithely. Alrighty then…

“I’m sorry about earlier. I forgot that you feel like Hermione does about reading.”

“Yeah, but Mione and I read completely different things.”

“Really?”

You roll your eyes.

“Yes. There are different types of books, Harry.”

“So, what’s the difference between yours and Hermione’s reading style?”

“I read fiction, which is completely made up. Mione reads non-fiction, which is stories that have happened.”

“Oh.”

“Yep.”

“So what’s your book about?”

You chuckle.

“Fangirl/Fanboy lesson #1: Never ask a fangirl/fanboy what they are reading.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Just tell me.”

You smile and launch into the world of (favorite book) and (main character)’s life and issues. Harry listens intently and smiles occasionally.

At the end of your little fangirl/fanboy rant, he smiles.

“You’re cute when you fangirl/fanboy. You get so passionate about reading.”

You ignore the first comment.

“Well, I get to enter another life and live. It’s an amazing experience. I live through someone else. I become them. They become a part of me.”

“Your eyes light up when you talk about (favorite character).”

“Of course they do. I’ve fallen in love with them.”

“But they’re not real.”

“Yes they are,” you shriek.

He raises his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay. Calm down.”

“Fangirl/Fanboy lesson #2: Never tell them the characters aren’t real.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Now why did you ‘fall in love’ with them?”

You launch into another rant about (favorite character). You shrug.

“That’s why.”

“I see. I think I’d be a better significant other.”

You laugh.

“Ha. That was funny.”

“I was serious.”

“Do tell me why you think this ridiculous thought.”

“Because I’m real.”

You growl at him warningly.

“Because I can touch you.”

He lightly strokes the side of your face.

“Because I can hold your hand.”

He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers together.

“I can hug you.”

He hugs you with his free arm.

“I can hold you.”

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and holds you there.

“I can kiss you.”

He leans in and his minty breath fans across your face. He slowly leans in closer and connects your lips together.

Your breath hitches in your throat. This sensation is absolutely amazing. Now you realize why some people fanboy and fangirl over him.

He pulls away and cups your face with his hand and his thumb lightly strokes your cheekbone.

“And I can ask you to be my significant other.”

He looks at you expectantly.

“Yes,” you breathe.

His grin that overcomes his face is beautiful and you can’t help but match it.

“We’re my OTP.”

He furrows his eyebrows together.

“What?”

“Nevermind Harry.”

Harry Potter x Reader

“Hey L/N, you look good today.”

“I look good everyday, Malfoy.”

He smirks at you.

“You’d look better with your clothes on my floor.”

“No, I don’t think I would.”

“Why ever not?”

“Because your clothes are probably on that floor, and that doesn’t make you more appealing, so why would I?”

He scowls.

“Why don’t you just date me already?”

“Here’s a thought: maybe I don’t like you.”

“That’s not it. Everyone likes me!”

“Conceited much?”

“No, just honest.”

“Well, be honest with yourself and tell yourself that I don’t like you.”

“But that’d be lying.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I’m sure you could help me sleep.”

He winks. You scowl and scan the Court Yard for any means of escape. Luckily for you, it comes in the form of a raven-haired hottie.

“Harry!”

He turns around, looking for you. He smiles and waves you over.

“Bye Malfoy.”

He scowls in Harry’s direction as you run towards him.

“Hey Y/N! What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Malfoy’s being a prat as always.”

He chuckles.

“What’s he saying this time?”

As you tell him, you both laugh at the different ways you have turned him down, but he still won’t take a hint. As you tell him the extent of Malfoy’s vulgarity, his smile tightens slightly, but you might be imagining things.

“Okay Y/N, I have a question.”

“I have an answer.”

“You always tell Malfoy that you don’t like him. Who do you like?”

You.

His eyes widen. “You like me?”

“Aw, crap. Did I say that aloud?”

He nods.

“Well, I can’t lie now. Yes, Harry. I like you.”

You hang your head down as you two shuffle forward in silence. You jump when he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers.

“Good. Because I like you too.”

You smile cheesily at each other before you get an idea.

“Do you want to mess with Malfoy?”

“When do I not?”

You tell him the plan as you stroll back into the Court Yard, still hand in hand. When you get nearer to Malfoy, he sees your hand locked with Harry’s. He looks pissed off.

“Hey Malfoy?”

“What do you want Potter?” He growls.

“I think Y/N’s clothes would look better on my floor, don’t you?”

He roars at Harry in anger.

“L/N, are you still playing hard to get? You didn’t have to pay Potter to pretend to be your boyfriend when I’ll do it for free.”

“How many frickin’ times do I have to tell you that I don’t like you? I like Harry!”

To emphasize your point, you grab Harry by the tie and jerk his lips to yours. As your lips start to move in sync, you feel Harry smile into the kiss.

Malfoy huffs and walks away.

You sigh.