#awkward dancing

pairing: harry potter x gn!reader

request: Hello! I would like to request a Harry Potter x reader where is basically the dancing scene from the deathly hallows part 1 but Harry is dancing with the reader instead of Hermione (she could be outside making guard or choose to go with Ron idk) and when Harry and y/n stop dancing they look at each other's eyes and kiss? You don't have to write it if you don't want to :'( but I would love to read something like that, anyways thank you!💖 (Sorry if my English sucks)

warnings: none, just loads of fluff.

note: i love this scene w/ hermione and harry, even if it is a bit awkward at first lol. hope you enjoy! gn!reader

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your hands scrunched up in your hair, ready to pull out all remaining strands. you chuckled to yourself, biting your lower lip as you realized this situation was much more stressful than the O.W.L.’s you’ve taken in the past.

that, and you’ve lost two of your closest friends.

you cannot imagine how harry feels, even though he sits across the room from you. he seemed. . .hollow? a song echoed on the radio and it seemed to fit the atmosphere - melancholy.

as you glanced to your left and took in the lamp beside you, soft footsteps filled the tent. you sighed softly, wondering if harry was going to get some air. it was odd; the room was so spacious, yet in light of recent events, it felt so small.

you wished ron and hermione hadn’t left; you and harry needed them both. they were the brains and the brawns of this entire journey - yet, you understood why they left. it was getting to be too much, too risky. ron had a big family to get home to and if something were to happen, he would not be able to live with himself.

and hermione, ever the saint, needed to be there for ron and make sure he was okay, that he wouldn’t do anything brash.

but it always seemed like you and harry needed each other.

the footsteps reached your own feet, making you look up at the sweater-clad teen. he held his hand out, shakily waiting for you to accept. you let out a small huff before accepting his hand.

pulling you up, harry gently guided you towards him, your flannel rubbing against his sweater in a soft manner. harry reached behind your neck as your eyebrows furrowed, feeling him mess with the collar of your shirt.

you went to say something but bit back your words and harry pulled you into the center of the tent, slowly pulling each of your arms towards him and then back again. the song on the radio, which you learned was ‘o children’ by nick cave and the bad seeds, seemed to grow louder as you reluctantly let harry pull your limbs.

however, as the song continued, harry proceeded to pull you towards him and spin you around. you let out a laugh, feeling as if you were at the yule ball once again. looking at him, you noticed he too had a smile on his face, his cheeks lighting up at the times where you both were so close.

with a giggle, you pulled back and twirled harry, his hand still intertwined with your own. he kept spinning, making you laugh even more as he stumbled over his own two feet. as he finished twirling, harry pulled you into his arms once more, letting you rest your cheek against his shoulder.

with two hands intertwined once more, harry rocked you both back and forth in such a discordant manner that you couldn’t help but laugh. the feel of your breath against his neck tickled him and made him flustered all at once, keeping his ears trained on the beautiful sounds that left your mouth.

stepping back once more, harry pulled your arms towards him one at a time, feet almost stomping onto the floor. you both pulled towards one another, eyes never leaving each other. harry let go of your left hand, extending your right arm until he twirled himself back into your arms. 

why, you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, head thrown back slightly as harry looked at you with so much admiration.

twirling you once more, harry pulled you back into his arms, your cheek resting against his shoulder softly. he leaned down, resting his own cheek against the side of your head. he slowly swayed the both of you, the sound of the song putting you both at ease.

as harry had his cheek against your hair, he softly inhaled your scent, butterflies filling his stomach as he felt your hand squeeze his. shifting his head, harry pressed a soft kiss to your cheek that was exposed to him. from the corner of his eye, he saw a smile form on your lips.

as the song reached its climax, you pulled back and looked at harry, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms immediately going to your waist. you leaned forward as did he, your foreheads almost resting against one another. looking up at harry, you noticed a soft blush covering his cheeks, “nice dance moves, potter.” a smile soonafter graced your lips as you played with the hairs at the back of his neck.

harry chuckled, “you’re not too bad yourself, y/n. felt like a princess when you twirled me those times.”

you leaned your head back slightly with a laugh, “did i twirl you or did you twirl yourself?”

he leaned down towards you in a soft motion, almost hoping you wouldn’t notice, “hmm, i guess you do have a point. haven’t had such great dancing partners.”

you moved a hand to his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his skin, “well i thought you danced wonderfully,” you whispered.

harry licked his lips before responding, “i just had a great partner.” he leaned down, noticing your eyes were closing as he softly grazed his nose with your own, a small laugh escaping your lips. harry chuckled himself before he closed his eyes, meeting your lips in a soft kiss.

one of his hands laid a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing it as his lips moved against yours. it was a bit sloppy, you won’t deny it, but it was perfect. it was so harry potter.

you smiled against the kiss, loving the feeling of his hand against your cheek. pulling back slightly with your hands still around his neck, you saw how flushed his cheeks had become, head slightly bowed as harry became embarassed.

“i guess i shouldn’t be surprised that the chosen one is such a good kisser, huh?” you joked, releasing one of your hands to mess with his hair.

harry let out a huff, “i feel quite the opposite - i may need some extra lessons - if you’re willing to teach me, of course.”

you let out a soft laugh, “why, i’d be a terrible teacher if i said no!”

harry leaned down, brushing his nose against yours once more, “better to get started on these lessons sooner than later, don’t you think?”

giving him a quick peck, you returned your hand to the back of his neck and he wasted no time in leaning down once more, capturing your lips in a kiss that had butterflies erupting in your tummy.

Voi non lo crederete, tua non ho mai ballato in vita mia...     You won’t believe this, but I’ve never danced in my life...

Andiamo...      Let’s go...