mr and mrs snowman || harry j. potter x fem!reader
omg omg omg so first imagine or whatever that i've ever written in tumblr (*pisses on herself*) even though im fucking nervous im soooo excited to write!! english isnt my first language, so sorry in advance lmbco
summary: In third year, one trip to hogsmead was on new years. Harry not being allowed to go there and y/n being the sweet person she was, they decided to go to the courtyard and make snowmans, not knowing that Fred and George stayed at school to spy on them.
warnings: none! fluff fluff fluff!!
disclaimer: very short! also, the tags aren't all for harry potter but i just want yall to be aware...
"You can go now," Harry insisted, fidgeting with the straps of the midnight blue hoodie that y/n gave him for christmas, while she continued to shake her head, staring at his beautiful green eyes.
"I told you, Harry, I'm not leaving you alone. As much as I think professor Lupin is a great person, I think you're kinda bored, always talking to him," Y/n replied, her beautiful h/c hair suiting very well the white beanie Harry gifted her. "And, anyways, I know you just loveee my company."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he didn't correct her- god, there wasn't anything to correct. He loved her company, he loved her humour, he loved her intelligence, he loved her compassion, he loved her generosity, he loved her smile, he loved her laugh- when will he admit that he loved her?
Never. Because they're just friends, friends that kiss their cheeks, friends that lean into eachothers shoulders, friends that hug a little longer than they should. Harry loved, absolutely adored, their friendship. If he ever accidently broke it, he'll never forgive himelf. Of course, Ron and Hermione are great, amazing even, but y/n was... she was brilliant. Yes, he loved her, he loved her since he saw her for the very first time, but he couldn't just risk the 3 years relationship there was between him and her.
"Harry? Harry? Harry James Potter? The Boy who Lived? Scarhead? Harold? Earth to- oh, there you are!"
"Huh?" Harry asked, realising he and y/n were now walking towards the courtyard, and also noticing how pretty y/n looked when she was cold and had rosy cheeks.
"You blacked out again. You really gotta stop that. Anyways, as I was asking you, do you want to make snowmans?" Y/n replied, sighing but smiling at the raven-headed boy.
"Oh, sorry, I really didn't me to." Harry excused himself, blushing slightly at his careless daydreaming. "And, uhm, yeah, of course! Lead the way."
Barely a minute after, they were in a feild of cold, soft and sticky snow.
"Perfect! Come on, whoever does the better snowman or snowwoman, wins!" Y/n giggled and started building her snowwoman, making her as big as she could.
Harry chuckled and followed y/n's movements, trying (and failing) to make an even bigger snowman. Sadly, y/n's hands were sure great, because her snowman was taller than her from far, perhaps half a head of more than Harry.
"It's unfair! I saw you using your wand at some point!" Harry groaned, even though he was not at all mad or even upset that y/n won. Actually, the bare sight of seeing her smile made his heart beat as fast as light and seemed to multiply the butterflies who were now dancing in Harry's stomach.
"Nobody said we couldn't! Isn't my fault that you thought we were going to use the good ol' muggle way to make a snowcreatures." Y/n laughed, getting rid of her scarf and dressing her snowwoman with it.
"Okay, fineee... You know, they look like they could be mr and mrs snowman." Harry said out of the blue.
"Hm? You thinks so?" Y/n smiled, nudging his arm. "And what would we be? The two silly teenagers who're interrupting they're moment?"
Both of them bursted into laughs and giggles, which resolved Harry laughing so hard he fell on top of y/n, and accidently - even though y/n doesn't think so, or at least doesn't hope so - clumsily kissed her. Even though they should've parted away, Harry stayed a little longer and then pulled away.
"Uhm- I- Er- Uhm- I- Ugh!" Harry stuttered, visibly uncapable to say one sentence without blushing madly. Well, he was already blushing madly.
You couldn't say more of y/n. She was already red before that? Well, now she was either red as a cherry, or Harry needed new glasses.
"I'm uh- god, i'm stupid- Sorry- I- Uh..."
whatdidthisawkwardfuckingkindbeautifulandactuallyspectacularygorgeousgirljustsaid?
"Huh?" Harry blurted out.
"I... uh... I said I didn't much mind it. I should've had, i'm so stupid, i'm so, so sorry-" Y/n was now, if ever possible, redder than hagrid when he got drunk.
"-no, no, don't be sorry. I... I'm actually quite glad you didn't mind it. Very, if I may."
They just stared at each other, and Y/n slowly smiled and pecked very quickly and gently Harry's lips, and then her face started matching it's normal colour.
"What- what are..." Harry started, but couldn't finish.
"We're teenagers who are idiots in lo-..."
"I would't let you kiss me if I didn't, no?"
"Then I like you too, idiot."
They stared at each other and Y/n started giggling again, which Harry joined quickly.
"ARE YOU MARRIED YET?!?!" they heard.
Both of them quickly turned to see both Fred and George a little further away, behind a bench, spying.
"Sod off!" Harry yelled, grinning.
"They're-" started George.
"Yippee!" The twins said in usion.
"They're mad." Harry said, but Y/n started laughing again.
And both of them ended up laughing, again, like mad teenagers who definetly did not kiss.
