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You can write a Harry x fem reader, that the two are in love with each other but Ginny uses the love portion on Harry, and they become a couple. Reader thinks Harry never reciprocated his feelings because the portion Ginny gave him is different, Harry is affectionate towards Ginny but can't stand Reader and it hurts the reader but she can't lose him. And so she discovers that he is on the love portion, and she fights Ginny. Reader loses but just seeing her hurt, Harry manages to get rid of the effects of the portion. And they stick together. I love your writing by the way!! Do you have any tips for writing this well?

Nothing would do us apart ❤️‍🩹

Pairing : Harry Potter x fem!reader

Type of story : angst, fluff

I don't think my writing is that good I only love Harry so much and I feel like there isn't enough fics with him so I try my best! Thanks hope u like it <3

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You had always harbored feelings for Harry Potter, ever since you first laid eyes on him at Hogwarts. You admired his bravery, his loyalty, and his determination to fight against the darkness that threatened their world. You longed to be by his side, to support him and love him through all the trials and tribulations they faced.

But as the years went by, it became clear that Harry had eyes for someone else: Ginny Weasley. You tried your best to hide your feelings, but it was hard to watch Harry and Ginny grow closer and closer, while you remained on the sidelines.

One day, you decided to finally confess your feelings to Harry. You found him sitting alone in the common room, and took a deep breath.

"Harry, I need to tell you something," you said, your heart pounding in your chest.

Harry looked up at you, his green eyes curious. "What is it, Y/N?"

"I...I love you, Harry," you said, your voice trembling. "I know it's probably too late, but I just had to tell you."

Harry's face softened, and he reached out to take your hand. "Y/N, I had no idea," he said, his voice gentle. "But I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way. I care about you, but not in that way."

Your heart sank, but you tried to hide your disappointment. "I understand, Harry. I just had to tell you."

As you left the common room, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness. You had finally mustered the courage to tell Harry how you felt, and he had rejected you. It was like a knife to the heart.

The next day, you noticed something strange about Harry. He seemed more affectionate towards Ginny than usual, and he barely spoke to you. You tried to ignore it, but it was hard not to feel hurt.

One day, you overheard Ginny talking to her friends about a love potion she had used on Harry. Your heart sank as you realized what had happened. Harry wasn't really in love with Ginny - he was under the effects of the potion.

You confronted Ginny, demanding to know why she had done it. But Ginny just sneered at you. she was unrepentant. She gloated about her victory, about how she had finally won Harry's heart. You could barely contain your anger, your hurt, your frustration. Ginny emerged victorious. She had Harry wrapped around her finger, and you were left alone, heartbroken and lost.

"Harry and I are meant to be together, Y/N," she said. "You were never even in the running. You're just a pathetic little girl with a crush."

"and you aren't? So desperate for him to love you that you choose to use a love potion on him?" you replicated with anger.

You tried to fight back, but Ginny was too powerful. She had the upper hand, and you were no match for her.

As the weeks went by, you watched helplessly as Harry and Ginny grew closer and closer. You tried to stay out of their way, but it was hard not to feel jealous.

One day, you saw Harry alone in the library, looking sad and lonely. You hesitated for a moment, then approached him.

"Harry, are you okay?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

Harry looked up at you, his eyes pained. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I know I've been distant lately. It's just...Ginny and I are together now. I can't help how I feel."

You felt a pang in your heart, but you tried to hide it. "I understand, Harry. I just want you to be happy."

But as you left the library, you couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. Harry wasn't himself - he was under the effects of a love potion. You couldn't just stand by and watch him suffer.

You knew you had to do something. It was a long and difficult journey, but you persevered. You sought out potions experts, read every book you could find on love spells.

And finally, with your help, Harry was able to break free of Ginny's spell. He emerged from his haze, his true self restored, and he looked at you with eyes full of love and gratitude.

"I'm sorry," he said, tears in his eyes. "I didn't know what was happening. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You smiled, feeling your heart lift at the sound of his voice. "It's okay," you said. "I'm just glad you're back."

And then, finally, Harry said the words you had been waiting to hear for so long.

"I love you," he said, taking your hand in his. "I always have."

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed with emotion. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his, feeling the warmth of his embrace as he held you close.

It wasn't easy, getting to this point. But in the end, it was worth it. You had the love of the boy you had always admired, the boy who had become a man before your eyes. And you knew that nothing, not even the most powerful love potion in the world, could ever come between you.

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harryjpxtter · 1 year

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hii!! can I request for a modern au harry x fem!reader where one of them is a celebrity, or both are celebrities (doesn't matter) but the point is they're dating in secret and keep denying all the rumors about them but one day on an interview for their new movie they decide to announce it. love your writing btw!!<3

Sure!

No more hiding 🪐

Modern au actor Harry Potter x fem!reader

Harry and Y/N, two big actors, had been secretly dating for months. Despite their best efforts, rumors about their relationship had been circulating in the media and among their fans.

As they sat down for an interview to promote their latest movie together, Harry and Y/N exchanged nervous glances. They had decided that it was time to come clean about their relationship, but they weren't sure how their fans would react.

The interview started off smoothly, with the interviewer asking them about their experience working together. Harry and Y/N smiled and laughed as they reminisced about the fun they had on set.

But then the interviewer got to the question that everyone had been waiting for. "So, there have been a lot of rumors about the two of you dating. Can you confirm or deny those rumors?"

Harry and Y/N shared another look before Harry took a deep breath and spoke up. "Actually, we can confirm that we are dating."

There was a collective gasp from the audience as Harry and Y/N smiled at each other. "We've been keeping it a secret for a while now, but we felt like it was time to share the news," Y/N added.

The interviewer grinned. "Well, congratulations to the two of you! How did you manage to keep it a secret for so long?"

Harry chuckled. "It wasn't easy, but we made sure to avoid being seen together in public too often. And we denied the rumors whenever we were asked about them."

Y/N nodded. "We just wanted to make sure that our relationship didn't overshadow our work. But now that we've announced it, we can be more open about it."

The rest of the interview was a blur as the two of them answered questions about their relationship and their new movie. As they left the studio, hand in hand, Harry and Y/N couldn't help but feel relieved that they no longer had to hide their love for each other.

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harryjpxtter · 1 year

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Request are open!

I only write for Harry Potter 🫶

I write any type angst, smut, fluff

#harry potter imagine #harry james potter #harry potter #harry james potter x reader #harry potter x fem!reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter art

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Title: Rescued by Love 🤍

Pairing : Harry Potter x f!reader

Type of story : injured reader, slight angst, pure fluff

You were Harry Potter's girlfriend, and being with him made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. However, that all changed when you were kidnapped by the Death Eaters and taken to Malfoy Manor.

You were held captive there for days, and during that time, you were tortured and interrogated by the Malfoys. You were grateful when Harry, Ron, and Hermione came to rescue you, but you were also in bad shape. You had cuts, bruises, and burns all over your body, and you could barely walk.

Harry carried you out of the Manor and took you to Fleur and Bill's cottage, where he helped you recover. He was by your side every step of the way, holding your hand and whispering words of comfort.

As you started to heal, you began to feel self-conscious about the scars and marks that covered your body. You didn't want Harry to see them, but he noticed them anyway. One night, as you lay in bed together, he kissed each scar and told you that they were perfect.

"You are perfect," he whispered, looking into your eyes. "And I love every part of you."

Tears filled your eyes as you hugged him tightly. You knew that Harry loved you, but hearing him say it out loud made all the difference.

Days turned into weeks, and as you regained your strength, you longed to go outside and feel the sun on your face. However, your legs were still shaky, and you were afraid to fall. Harry sensed your restlessness and suggested that you take a walk with him.

You made your way to the beach, and as you sat on the sand, watching the waves crash against the shore, Harry wrapped his arms around you.

"Have you ever thought about our future?" he asked, his voice soft.

You looked up at him and smiled. "Of course, I have. I want to be with you forever."

Harry grinned. "That's what I want too. I want to marry you, have a family with you, grow old with you."

You felt your heart swell with love as he spoke. "I want all those things too."

"Then let's make it happen," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You leaned into him, feeling safe and loved. You knew that you had been through a lot, but with Harry by your side, you could face anything.

The two of you stayed on the beach, talking about your dreams and hopes for the future, until the sun began to set. As you made your way back to the cottage, you knew that you had found your soulmate in him, and nothing could ever tear you apart.

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harryjpxtter · 2 years

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@harrysnosebleed: 🎢 harry drabble with “kiss me” prompt >:) || for my 300 followers celebration

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Teaching Harry how to dance as an epiphany follows not so far behind. [Dreamy Eyes by Johnny Tillotson]

Words: 0.9k words (953)

Warnings: none, just fluff but let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: ok short works aren’t my specialty idk if this is a blurb or drabble ngl hHAHAHAHA anyway charan wait i just researched it this is a blurb i think sjdjwj either wayyyy hope u like it bb

“what the hell was that?” the champions and their partners had just finished dancing, and she had seen him moving around like a lost little puppy dog. “you know, parvati looked like she was the one leading the dance.”

“it wasn’t,” said harry. “it’s just that i have a lot in my mind right now.” [Y/N] knew exactly what he meant. the very thought of it unnerved her — even in this glittering facade of the tri-wizard tournament, she knew enough of the wizarding world that it wasn’t as glamorous as it appeared to be.

“my bad,” she added apologetically but still keeping the same air a sunshine would if it were a person, trying to keep his spirits up.

she could see the way his eyes kept darting here and there, as if the answer would be right in front of them in plain sight. the music started playing again and everyone of them were pairing up again.

“uh, harry?” she called out, tapping his shoulder.

“what?” harry was still busy eyeing something in the crowd, deep in thought. she thought about how adults would call this rude but the way his lips opened a bit like a minor dropped jaw. she stifled a laugh.

“where’s your partner?”

“my what?” he turned to her.

“your partner,” she repeated. “parvati.”

“er — i don’t know?”

but she did, and she found that she did not want to disclose that information in hopes for success on what she was about to do. merlin or whoever is out there who decides fate or whatever, this one’s on you if it flops.

“good, because i’m gonna teach you how to do it my way.” he looked as if he was going to ask her what this meant but before he could even ask her, she took him by the hand and led him away. she saw his nervous face reappear again when they reached the dance floor, but she kept walking until they were outside. although distant and a bit muffled, they could still hear the music playing inside. “you have no idea how tempted i am to lead the dance but i don’t want my pretty dress to go to waste if i were to just dance the steps someone in a suit would.”

she took both of his hands and let it rest on her waist. he looked like he was about to protest once more, but she shushed him with her finger. “nope, we won’t be doing this the way they taught us. trust me, this is easier.”

she hung her hands over his shoulders, wrapping her fingers around his neck while humming the tune of a song and swaying along. when harry moved stiffly, she laughed but coached him anyway. he got the hang of it, but not quite. when she finished humming the song she started singing off-key, but she did not mind.

“dreamy eyes, ba-rum, you’ve got such drea— oh, you’re laughing now, huh?”

“sorry, i couldn’t help it.” he took one hand off her waist to push his glasses to prevent it from falling. she was laughing now, too.

maybe it was the way he smiled, brighter than she had ever seen; or maybe the way his hair was messier than usual; or his green eyes looking at her with a different kind of glee. . .

but there was this strange feeling growing from her chest, but it could be just from all the chiffon cake she ate and that she was probably choking. when she determined that was highly unlikely, she fell to the conclusion that this was in fact a romantic epiphany.

and when you get epiphanies, you do something about it. but she can’t. she was rooted to the ground with her arms putting little distance between them and her hands wrapped around his neck.

“harry,” she started. he looked at her now, laughter still etched on his face. “i have something to ask of you, if that’s okay?”

those pure set of eyes will be the death of her, and she knew it. when she told a classmate during herbology she loved the idea of friends becoming more than just, it earned a gasp she couldn’t understand what for. apparently most people found that liking someone you’ve been friends with for a long time was far too risky.

“okay,” he said. she almost pulled him into a kiss when she realized she hadn’t asked the actual question yet.

to hell with risks, i’m doing this.

“harry,” she started again, preparing for the worst. “kiss me.”

“wha — ?”

“never mind,” she added hastily. “it’s alright, i shouldn’t have brought it up. it was a mista—”

nope, it wasn’t a ‘mista.’ how could it be if in her mind, she was dissolving right now as she let the reality of his lips on hers sink in? eyes closed, hearts magnified — a combination she never knew she’d experience, let alone with harry.

when he pulled away they found themselves drowning in giggles, not out of ridicule of themselves, but out of surprise and everything else.

“mr. potter, you kiss better than you dance!” she teased, playing with his hair as she did so. “do you wanna go back inside?”

“no, let’s stay here.” this time, it was him who picked up her arms and wrapped them around his neck and rested his hands on her waist. to her surprise, he started humming the same song. “you really do have dreamy eyes as the song says, though.”

“i know, i caught you mooning over me while i was walking down the stairs. you like me too much,” she said, swaying along.

“i really do, don’t i?”

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harryjpxtter · 2 years

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#smut

Better

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Your plans got rained out, but you don’t mind…

Smut!

A/N: it’s been raining all day and some Harry lovin’ would be *chef’s kiss* rn XD

Afficher davantage

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harryjpxtter · 2 years

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#fluff

books and kisses / h.p

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader

Requested by anon: Hey! Can you write something with Harry using this kiss prompt i saw in a post “staring at the other’s lips trying not to kiss them, before giving in”? Please! 💕

Warning(s): one swear word

A/N: I’m so sorry for taking so long to actually write out these requests, I have no excuse I just didn’t feel like writing them at the time

Harry Potter Taglist: @stressedraco @cleopatera @mikariell95 @jellybeanduck99 @jjklefttoe @kamilantya @release-the-cathyrchkn

General Harry Potter Taglist: @summer-writes @lunaralpha270 @tinylumpiaa

Permanent Taglist: @sleep-i-ness @emmaloo21 @62442-am

Afficher davantage

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harryjpxtter · 2 years

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Care To Dance? (Harry Potter x Reader)

Request: Hi! Can you do a harry potter x reader fluffy oneshot where the reader gives him his first kiss?❤️

Pairing: Harry Potter x FemReader

Warnings: Umm, none guys this is so fluffy, I’m proud of myself!

Word Count: 1352

A/N: So again I must apologize for the delay in this! I’m not used to writing a lot of Harry so I hope this isn’t too OOC -S

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(Y/N) felt sorry for the boy... he looked so incredibly bored. It seemed like it would be impossible to be bored during the Yule Ball, but Harry had a way of doing the impossible (he was a champion at only 14). She could change that.

Harry watched in confusion as the girl sat down beside him. He wondered why anyone would choose to do what him and Ron were doing, especially (Y/N). She looked like she was having so much fun dancing with her friends and her date (Harry couldn’t remember his name, but he knew he was in Ravenclaw because he’d over heard it during dinner). “Hi, Harry! Hi Ron!”

Ron just waved his hand in acknowledgment; he was too preoccupied watching Hermione and Viktor. Harry wasn’t nearly as rude, “Hey, having a good time?”

“I am,” She nodded sincerely. As much as she loved Quidditch (she was on the Gryffindor team as well) and she even loved her studies, it was nice to have a break. “Why aren’t you?”

“Oh! I am having fun...” Harry lied and he could see that she wasn’t buying it. To be honest, she’d have to be pretty thick to fall for the thinly veiled sentence.

“Like I believe you put your name in the fire.” She was happy to see his face soften, she knew he had been struggling and a lot of their fellow classmates thought he was just trying to be the center of attention like always. She always thought that was hogwash, anyone who spent any time at all with Harry knew that he would’ve preferred a much quieter year at Hogwarts.

“I suppose Yule Balls just aren’t my thing?” He offered up another excuse, maybe this time she would buy it. He’d probably had more fun with a different date, but his nerves had him waiting until the last minute and by then any of the girls he thought he’d truly have a good time with were snatched up. He’d even thought about asking (Y/N), she might’ve been a year older than him, but she was always so kind to him and quite pretty too. If he hadn’t thought that before he’d definitely thought so now when she was in her gown. It didn’t matter though, because she already had a date by the time Harry mentioned it to her.

“Have you given it a chance? I mean a real one, like maybe dancing when all of the schools aren’t watching you?”

“Well... my date has disappeared.” Harry didn’t blame Padma and Pavarti for ditching him and his mate. They hadn’t been very fun, honestly Harry thought they probably owed them an apology.

(Y/N) stood in front of him and offered her hand to him. Almost as if on cue the band started to play something a little softer (if nothing else it’d probably be much easier to get him to dance to music like that). “If Ron would be okay in your absence I’d be honored if you would dance with me, Mr. Harry Potter.”

He looked over at Ron who was definitely paying them no mind. He doubted there was anything Harry could do or say that would draw him out of his trance. Reluctantly Harry took her hand which was remarkably soft, “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

(Y/N) chuckled and placed his hands on her hips (she knew traditionally they were supposed to be higher, but if that didn’t loosen the poor kid up then she didn’t know what would). And respectively she wrapped hers around his neck. There were fancier ways to slow dance sure, but there was nothing easier than the tried and true method of just swaying to the melody. “I think you can do it, it’s pretty easy.”

“This isn’t exactly how Professor McGonagall taught us.” Harry countered her teasing.

“Well, if you’d prefer I could see if she’d dance with you.” (Y/N) feigned offense, but laughed when he let out a quick: No!

Harry had to admit this was actually pretty entertaining. He tried not to notice how they seemingly got closer the longer they danced, and for a moment he wondered if she’d notice if his hands accidentally slid down a bit. No, the night had taken a pleasant turn, no sense in pushing his luck too far. “If you don’t mind my asking, why aren’t you dancing with...”

“Dave...” She chuckled at his obvious embarrassment of not knowing the boy’s name, “Why would I dance with Dave when I could dance with the boy who lived? But seriously, I’ve been with Dave all night and it was fun sure, but you looked so bored over there I felt bad.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” Harry couldn’t say he wasn’t disappointed. The thrill of having a girl he liked in his arms was diminished a good bit when she admitted it was because she pitied him.

(Y/N) clearly didn’t have a way with words and she just hoped that she’d figure out a way to fix what she’d said. “I felt bad that a very good friend of mine wasn’t having a good time... I didn’t mean- Say, do you think you could sneak out to the courtyard in about 5 minutes?”

Harry didn’t want to brag, but sneaking out was one of his specialties. He wouldn’t have had much time to do so anyway because as soon as he agreed she slipped away from him with a small smile. Girls were confusing.... but alluring. So he waiting a few minutes before following her out to the courtyard.

The first thing Harry noticed was how chilly the night air was, but that was probably because it was dark. The second thing Harry noticed was how attractive (Y/N) looked sitting on the edge of the fountain waiting for him. “You made it.” She offered him a welcoming grin and patted the concrete beside her.

Harry shrugged off the jacket of his dress robes and draped it around her bare shoulders before taking his seat beside her. If he was cold, he imagined she had to be freezing.

“I really didn’t mean it to come out like that in there...” She looked apologetic, and she definitely was. “To be honest with you I thought about asking you to go with me, but I assumed you would’ve had a date already. I definitely didn’t dance with you just because I felt bad.”

“I wish you would’ve, it would’ve saved me quite a lot of trouble.” Harry jested, but in actuality he did mean it, and it did make him feel quite good to hear her say it.

“Well next time I won’t drag my feet.” She giggled.

A silence fell over them, and Harry felt guilty. He was sure there was probably something else he was supposed to say, but he just couldn’t think of anything at the moment. Maybe if he opened his mouth the words would come out? It was worth a shot, but as soon as his lips parted they shut again after feeling her press a soft kiss to his cheek. They were probably on fire now, despite the cool air.

“You okay?” (Y/N) spoke up when Harry remained unresponsive. Maybe she’d read the signs wrong?

“Yeah... I’m sorry, I haven’t really- I’m not quite sure-“ Harry began to ramble quite lamely in his opinion, but it wasn’t untrue.

Her smile was warm and inviting when Harry finally got the courage to look over at her. She leaned in slowly, giving him time to properly reject her if he wanted. Harry wouldn’t though, in fact he leaned in too, following her lead. Their eyelids got heavier the closer they got and by the time their lips finally connected, they were completely shut.

He could definitively say that her lips were as soft as they looked and quite pleasant against his. He had no desire to end the kiss, but unfortunately their lungs left them little choice. But that was okay, because when Harry saw the large grin that mimicked his on her face he knew there’d be another chance.

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Be Quiet (Harry Potter x Reader) SMUT

Request: Can you write a story where the reader (Slytherin) and Harry fall in love with each other and have their first time (smut pls!) and at the same time Sirius and the reader find out that’s she’s his daughter? Xo

Pairing: Harry Potter x FemReader

Warnings: Smut, very slight mentions of death, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2389

A/N: I forgot to specify the reader’s house! 😭 Also I didn’t do a whole lot of set up, let’s pretend their slightly older in Order of The Phoenix and this is set in when they’re staying in Sirius’ place? -S

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(Y/N) rapped quietly on the door, she supposed knocking on the door at all kind of defeated the purpose of trying to be quiet, so she abandoned her efforts and attempted to open the wooden door with minimal squeaking. “Harry? Are you up?”

Harry was quick to appear and open the door for her to come into the room. Honestly, he felt kind of bad, because it had been his intention to come to her. She had just beat him to it, but he supposed that wasn’t too surprising; she had always seemed to be more sure of herself than Harry had. “Yeah, come in. I was just about to go look for you.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Harry was probably her best friend...or maybe Hermione, but that would only because she couldn’t share EVERYTHING with Harry (despite her desire to do so). She plopped on the bed and let out a sigh, a dramatic, but justified one. “This is a lot, right?”

“It’s a bit much sure… not entirely bad though?” Harry knew immediately what she’d been referring to. A bombshell for sure. One thing they had been able to bond over was the fact that she grew up without her parents, Harry was thankful that she had a much more loving and tolerant aunt and uncle though. She never knew who her father was, and her mother had died around the age of 3. She knew who her father was now though… the notorious Sirius Black.

(Y/N) knew that she had been kept in the dark for her own good. Most people still thought the man was a murderer and she knew her aunt and uncle just didn’t want her to grow up knowing that they shared the DNA. “I mean I guess not… Sirius is cool and all.” It definitely sucked that his name hadn’t been cleared to anyone not in the Order, but while not seemingly knowing a lot about what he was doing he seemed eager to try as much as he would be able to.

“I feel like I’ve been lied to my entire life and I get why they did it, but I wish I would’ve known.” (Y/N) sat up and laid her head on Harry’s shoulder. He’d sat down beside her after she’d laid back. “I suppose nothing really changes that much though.”

He could definitely relate to some extent. Harry constantly felt like he was playing catch-up, and he was always a step behind everyone in knowing about himself and his life. “Right.”

A silence fell over the pair. Harry wasn’t sure what (Y/N) was feeling, but he felt content. She always had a way of making him feel that way. Hermione kept pushing him to say something, and as much as he wanted to he always found a reason not to do so. Now for example would be incredibly inappropriate, she was already so overwhelmed it just wouldn’t be fair to add the weight of his feelings for her onto her shoulders.

“Can I ask you something completely off topic?”

“Anything.”

“Do you like me?” (Y/N) felt bad for blurting out the question. Now probably wasn’t the time and that probably wasn’t the best way to go about it, but at that moment it seemed like the most appropriate option.

Poor Harry was happy he didn’t have a mouth full or butter beer or pumpkin juice because there was no doubt that he would’ve probably spit it all over the bedding and the floor. He used to say that they were close enough that she could never surprise him, but that clearly was a lie. He often wondered if she was a Legilimen, because she seemed to have some sort of innate ability to read his mind. She also knew when he was lying to playing dumb probably wouldn’t be too much help in this situation, “Uh...yeah. Hermione says it's bloody obvious.”

(Y/N) chuckled and smiled, even though he wouldn’t be able to see it, “She says the same to me if it makes you feel any better.”

“You fancy me?” Harry always had a small suspicion, he didn’t think that Hermione would be constantly trying to get him to confess his feelings if she thought it would end badly, but still he had his doubts.

“You might be the chosen one, but you can be pretty thick sometimes…” She sighed and lifted her head from his shoulder. When he turned to see what was wrong she just planted a soft kiss on his lips. He immediately melted into it, he didn’t need to be told twice to kiss her back. He’d been thinking about doing it so long that it just seemed second nature.

Their foreheads stayed pressed together even when the urge to break away to breathe came. Her eyes were still closed, but Harry kept his open (he just needed to make sure this wasn’t a dream). “Would it be too soon to say that I’m in love with you?”

“I don’t think I’d use the word soon at all.” (Y/N) teased with a soft laugh.

Harry pulled the girl back in for another kiss, the second was even better than the first (which he hadn’t previously thought to be possible). She tasted like mint toothpaste, which probably now his favorite flavor as his tongue swept across hers. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him, an act partially meant to pull him closer and partially meant to keep a grip on him so that when she laid down he’d come tumbling down with her.

Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud, and she found herself mildly impressed with Harry’s ability to gracefully follow her. His body resting between her legs and his hands on either side of her head. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself further into him, earning a small groan. Her lips curled into a smile against his skin, and she set herself on a mission to elicit a similar reaction, but not before whispering to him, “You have to be quiet, apparently my dad is in the other room.”

Harry rolled his eyes at her, but soon found himself forgetting what she’d said. Instead he was more focused on the feathery light kisses being trailed down from his cheek to his neck. He took a deep breath when she began to kiss his neck, her ministrations on the skin a new and very enjoyable experience. He didn’t even notice her hands sneaking under his shirt. He shivered slightly from her cold hands, but relaxed into her touch when she ran her palms across his chest and torso. “Whatever you’re doing for Quidditch is clearly working.” She hummed into his ear.

Harry chuckled and leaned up, pulling his shirt over his head and then helping her out of hers. He was kind of shocked by how not nervous he was. There was just something about her, he doubted there was anything in the world she could do to make him think less of her and he just had a hunch she felt the same (or least that’s the way she made him feel). There was little light in the bedroom, but he could still see her (barely, but he could). He hadn’t even thought about the fact they were in her pajamas and she probably wouldn’t be wearing a bra… she definitely wasn’t and he felt his voice catch in the back of his throat.

“This is the part where you tell me how good I look.” (Y/N) whispered playfully to him. She worried that perhaps she might’ve been ruining the moment with so much talking, but she also knew that Harry was aware she liked to make jokes to ease her own nerves. He was often the only one not taken aback by the sometimes poorly time sentiments.

“You’re bloody gorgeous.” His voice held no trace of jest and he didn’t even give her a chance to respond before he went back in for another kiss. The kiss was chaste, because honestly he wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. When his lips met the skin of her neck (Y/N) found herself having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her voice down. However, whenever he dipped lower and found her chest the action was futile. A sharp gasp tore through her throat at the new sensation and when to shower her breasts in kisses she no longer found holding back a moan a possible option.

The sound was like music to Harry’s ears and he began to crave hearing more like it was a song stuck in his head. He switched between her right and left nipple, carefully trying to pay the same amount of attention to each one, and he only found himself willing to stop whenever she rolled her hips upward and brushed herself against the erection he was now painfully aware of. To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure what was exactly expected of him. He definitely wasn’t entirely stupid on the subject, he knew WHAT happened, but maybe he was skipping an important step in the foreplay that he wasn’t aware of. He didn’t have much time to think too much about it, because (Y/N) wiggled out from under him. He would’ve been worried that he’d done something wrong, but when she began to shed the rest of his clothes those thoughts abandoned his mind. Really the only thoughts left in his head was her… and how she looked. Completely bare. In front of him. Merlin, he wasn’t sure there was ever a sight more beautiful and he doubted he’d ever be able to think of anything else.

“Care to join me?” (Y/N) hoped she wasn’t being too forward. This really was probably too soon… they’d just had their first kiss not even an hour ago and now she was lying on his bed completely naked. She’d been imagining this for far more than a few hours though. It was definitely not a fleeting thought… well it wasn’t to her. She hoped Harry felt the same.

“Oh! Yeah!” It occurred to him how lame it must’ve been that he was just sitting there looking at her and he quickly shed his left over layers too. Now they were both naked, and still just staring.

“This is okay with you right?” She drew closer to him again, careful not to touch him until she was sure that he also wanted this.

“Yes.” He thought she was bloody insane to even ask him that, but he wouldn’t say that to her (at least not right then).

That was all she wanted to hear, (Y/N) kissed him again, but this time it was different. It was full of anticipation and desire and their lips just moved together instinctively, because they were both too focused on the feeling of their bodies being pressed together.

This time (Y/N) didn’t have to pull Harry on top of her, this time he carefully laid her down and hovered over her. The tip of his cock brushed against her core and he was worried that he’d lose it right then and there. She whimpered and raised her hips to meet him. Their eyes locked and there wasn’t a need for words to ask permission or any questions. They both knew this was exactly what they wanted. Harry reached between them and drug the tip of his cock across her folds, his eyes closed when he slowly began to press himself into her.

Immediate pleasure washed over Harry and to put it bluntly it was far better than any late night with his hand. (Y/N) felt it too, not quite as intensely as she was still adjusting to the foreign feeling of being so completely stretched by him. The thought alone made her shift her hips. He was trying not to give into the desire to just completely ruin her, the thought had crossed his mind more than once if he was being honest and now that he was presented with the actual opportunity he was doing his best to be a gentleman.

“Harry,” He had always enjoyed hearing her say his name, and this was no exception. It was at least 10 times better when it came out more of a moan than an actual word, “Move already.”

He grunted a bit at the order, but obliged nonetheless. He pulled out slowly and then resheathed himself in her again. Each time a little faster and every little whimper or moan that came from her lips egged him on ever more. It didn’t take long for the somewhat uncomfortable feeling to completely disappear and soon her weak noises became a little louder. Harry would’ve been happy to have her screaming his name, the noise echoing through the hallways, but she was right. Her father was in the other room, as well as other people who would not approve of their display of affection.

“We have.. To be.. Quiet… remember?” His sentence was broken up by the thrusting of his hips, unable to find enough concern to completely stop his movements. Knowing he was right (Y/N) roughly kissed him. She wasn’t entirely sure that it would keep the noises at bay, but it was the only thing that she could say would have the potential to work at the moment. She was getting close, she could feel something like a spring in her body being twisted tighter and tighter with every thrust and then POP. A wave of relief and pleasure erupted through her body and a moan that sounded more like a strangled sob was let out. As cliche as it sounded, it completely undid Harry and he held her close, his face buried into her shoulder as he found the same pleasure she did and his hips stilled.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“That was my first time.”

“Mine too.” He answered honestly.

“We’re pretty good at this.” She let out a quiet laugh as Harry pulled himself out of her and collapsed on the bed. She laid down beside him, her head resting on his chest.

“Honestly… I think we could go for a bit more practice.”

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Hi! Can you do a Harry Potter x reader with A1 and A2 from the smut prompts?

Friction

AN: thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy this lik Drabble!

Warnings: dry humping

“Oh, god, YN,”

You smirked, rolling your hips again, moaning lowly at the feeling of Harry’s hard cock rubbing against your clothed heat. The friction caused by his pyjama bottoms and your knickers made your eyelids flutter as you lent down to kiss him, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth, then flickering your tongue over it. He was putty beneath you, grabbing your hips, your ass, your breasts... whatever he could reach, really.

“Harry,” you moaned into his mouth, groaning as he pinched your nipples through the thin material of your top. He grunted, bucking his hips up a little, and you could swear you felt him pulsing as you humped in his bed, muffliato cast around you. “Jesus christ, this feels so good,” you sighed breathily, biting your lip hard and tipping your head back, allowing Harry to nibble at your neck. You whispered, grasping his shoulders as your soaked, clothed clit throbbed needily.

“Yn... I’m gonna... gonna...” Harry panted, fingers tangled in your hair.

“Come, baby,” you moaned, come in your pants for me, good boy-oh!” You moaned loudly as your release washed over you at the feeling of his twitch cock spurting come into his pants.

Dazed, you crawled next to him, casting a quick scourgify to clear up the sticky mess in your underwear. Harry groaned and tugged you close. “You’re amazing, love, you know that?”

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Father’s Day

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Requested by: anon

Prompts: trope 5 from list 1 (Father’s Day)

AN: I hope you enjoy! This was sooo cute to write 🥰

Warnings: //

For him it was just an ordinary father’s day. You, however, had different plans.

After Harry had visited and had tea with Mr Weasley (and gifted him a fresh batch of muggle plumbing supplies), and laid fresh flowers on Sirius’s and his dad’s grave, you guided him home. As always, he was a little quiet, reflecting on the man who never got to be his father, and the man who was cheated out of being his godfather as you stroked your fingers through his hair.

“Harry,” you murmured softly. “There’s... there’s something for you in the drawer,”

Harry was quiet for a moment before looking up at you softly, kissing your cheek. “I’m not crying love,” he said gently.

“I know... just... just go look for me, yeah?” You prompted, giving him a little push. He nodded and went to the dresser, opening the top drawer. You held your breath as he plucked out an envelope, marked ‘daddy’.

Slowly, he opened it, pulling out a small card with a generic Happy Father’s Day Design on it. You were biting your nails as he read the message inside.

“To daddy,

I can’t wait to meet you!

Lots of love from ???”

Silently, he turned to you, the card in one hand and the envelope in the other. “Is this... are you...?” He babbled, looking between you and the message. You stood up and quickly walked over to him. “YN... is this what I think it is?”

“If what you think it is... is that I’m pregnant then... yes,” you said softly. You shut your eyes- perhaps you had picked the wrong day for this, Harry always spent fathers and Mother’s Day reflecting....

You squealed as he picked you up and spun you around. “Yn! Oh my god! You’re really pregnant? Really?” He said, eyes bright with excitement as he pressed kisses all over your face. You nodded, grinning.

“Yep,” you smiled. “Just over a month along... I was gonna tell you as soon as I found out but... I wanted to cheer you up today,”

Harry grinned and cupped your face in his hands. “I love you so so much, YN,” he said softly, kissing you gently. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else as he grinned like a dazed madman and held you close to his chest, tears dripping into your hair.

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Could please anybody write a fic with dad!harry or if you know some please send it to me! <33 (If you want ideas for what to write I can give you some!)

#harry potter imagine #harry james potter #harry potter #harry james potter x reader #harry potter x fem!reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #dad harry potter

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⸺ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

harry potter x reader

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 — a meet cute brings you and the oblivious chosen one together.

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 — 18+ only; minors dni. mentions of war. pure softness really.

ON ANOTHER rainy day in London, Harry James Potter found himself at The Tube.

Muggle London had become his new escape. Here, no one knew who Harry Potter was. There was no one to approach him, congratulating him on his war achievements and offering their condolences. Even now, years after the war, he still had a difficult time swallowing them.

He was just a kid.

A kid who never got the chance to feel like one.

And so, Harry did what he secretly had always wanted to do the second the opportunity presented itself to him – he ran.

And it felt great.

For once, the boy who lived had no worries, responsibilities, objectives, or fears. He stayed on the train for hours, aimlessly listening to music through his headphones and observing his surroundings. To his right, a couple feet away sat a young mother with two cherubic toddlers, tiny feet clad in brightly colored rain boots that they playfully stomped around in. On his other side, an elderly couple quietly read today’s paper, their glove covered hands interlinked. Two sides of the life spectrum. Right smack dab in the center was him; a young adult with the world at his hands and yet, he hadn’t had the slightest clue on what to do with it. A part of him hoped the train would take him where he was meant to be, but he settled for getting off with the elderly couple as it came to a stop.

His feet carried him through the lively streets, wet sneakers plopping on the hard cement, providing the rhythmic pitter patter of rain drops falling with a steady bassline. The beat carried him to a secluded café tucked away from the crowds. From where he stood, the jade eyed boy could feel the warmth radiating from the building, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans wafting towards his nostrils. Harry shook the rain off of him before stepping in, a sigh of relief escaping his parted lips. He allowed his gaze to wander, taking in his surroundings. The place was cozy, just what he needed after all he had been through. Harry quickly thought of bringing Ron and Hermione here before dismissing the sentiment. They were a couple now. The last thing they wanted was him third wheeling. Disappointedly, Harry felt a twang of sadness.

However, it quickly disappeared upon hearing a familiar laugh.

Like a moth to flame, his head jerked in the direction of where the sound came from.

And there you were, looking every ounce of beautiful. Standing out like the sun on this gloomy London day.

But something was off. Your usually musical sounding laugh was tainted. You were uncomfortable. Harry quickly identified the problem, an overzealous man leering over you, insisting that he buy you a cup of coffee before the both of you “got out of there” and went back to his place. He had never seen you look so helpless.

His next actions surprised him. To this day, Harry swore that the spirit of James Potter took over his body. Without hesitating, the chosen one strutted over to where you sat and switched on a type of charm he was never aware he possessed.

“Hi darling, sorry I kept you waiting long. The rain kept me.”

You had to pinch yourself, unconvinced that Harry Potter was actually standing in front of you after all these years. Saving you from a predatory man in true Harry Potter fashion. You smiled at him thankfully, sighing with repose. For a moment, the both of you got lost in each other. You missed him. From the safety and warmth you felt around him, the quiet shared laughs, the butterflies that flew wildly in your stomach every time you were near him. His stare was nothing short of soft and adoring before he shifted it to the man in front of him. Just like that, his lush greens hardened.

“Can I help you with something?” He remarked, tone clipped.

The man said nothing, opting to glare at the spectacled brunet in front of him. Harry didn’t back down, taking one step forwards him until they were toe to toe. His jaw was hard-set, posture unwavering.

“What are you still doing here?” Harry asked lowly. “Walk away.”

The man glanced at you one last time before scoffing and hastily exiting the café. The two of you were now alone left to your devices. Harry’s bravado fell, his porcelain cheeks turning pink as he nervously adjusted with his glasses.

“Hi,” He breathed.

“Hi,” you giggled. “You should have done that years ago.”

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Harry Potter x Granger!Reader

Y/N into:

Hermione's twin

Close with the trio since first year

In 7th year

Bullied by Draco a lot

In love with Harry

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When one is asked to describe Y/N Granger most who didn't know her would say she's innocent and kind but if you ask her best friends they'd tell you among those things she was fiercely loyal and willing to do anything for the people she loved. But she had a hard time standing up for herself which is why Draco Malfoy singled her out in first year and made it his mission to terrorize the girl. Harry on the other hand had always been there to defend her and she loved him for it. He was there for her and now it was her turn to be there for him in this hunt for Voldemort's horcuxes. The group of four 17 year olds had no idea where they were, where to start, or what exactly they were looking for but y/n much like Ron and Hermione trusted Harry with her life.

It had been a rough few weeks since Ron left and Hermione hadn't been taking it well, not to mention we had no way of destroying the locket.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked sitting next to her as she sat outside the tent on the snowy ground

"Kind of a odd question don't you think?" She sighed and he nodded a bit before gently wrapping his arms around her

"You seemed cold." He mumbled noticing the hesitation in her face.

"How are we mention to do this without help?" She asked almost as if she wasn't expecting an answer but he was thinking exactly the same thing in his head so he held her tighter

Upon Ron's return a few days later the quartet made their way to the Lovegood home where they learned about the death hollows and nearly escaped being captured by death eaters. It seemed as though everyone was starting to think Dumbledore had purposefully sent them on an endless mission.

They had been walking almost aimlessly through the woods when they ran into a pack of snatchers

"Hello pretty." The man in front of Hermione said and the quartet slowly started to back up before they broke off in to a sprint.

They hadn't been running for very long before one by one they were slowly captured and within moments they ended up in the Malfoy Manor

Due to a harmless hex Hermione cast they were unable to identify Harry immediately but Y/N's worry only increased by the minute as she kept shooting panicked glances to her friends. Just as Harry sent her a small reassuring smile Bellatrix let out a evil giggle and ordered that Y/N was given to her while the snatchers tightly held the other three.

Once this happened Bellatrix shot the torture curse at the girl causing her to scream in pain as her friends were fighting against the snatchers to help her.

"Stupify!" Harry yelled upon freeing himself as he shot the spell at the deatheaters

Once the quartet was free and Y/N was laying in Harry's arms he apparated them to Hogwarts. Harry ran straight to pomfrey as he held you to his chest.

"I'm so sorry, y/n this is all my fault." He kept repeating over and over.

Once Y/N was cleared Pomfrey told her to rest so Harry sat with her holding her hand unaware of the way butterflies erupted in her stomach at the contact.

"You don't have to stay with me." She smiled softly though she hoped he'd stay she didn't want him to feel like he had too.

"Actually, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. I always thought it was a possibility but I didn't really know for sure until today and-"

"Harry! Breathe, what are you trying to say?" She asked as the two of them laughed softly

"I like- no I love you.... a lot."

"Well of course were best friends." She smiled fondly at him but he shook his head earning a confused look for the girl in front on him

"Not like best friends, I love you like...like..erm...screw it." He mumbled leaning forward to kiss her since he couldn't find the words to express what he wanted to say he hoped his actions would.

"Well then Potter I suppose I love you too, have for a while now actually. Since you saved Mione and I from the troll with Ron in first year to be exact." She smiled after he pulled away

"Well love it appears I've got you beat. I've had feelings for you since you walked into our compartment looking for Neville's troll. You were the first person who didn't seem to care that I was the boy who lived." He smiled affectionately and she laughed

"And I still don't, your just Harry to me." She smiled as the two of them hugged

"Although I would like to know what brought this love confession of yours on?" She asked

"Seeing you get hurt, it made me realize that I couldn't do this without you, the hunting horcuxes, the war, life, any of it. I need you and I needed you to know even if you didn't feel the same I wanted you to know how I felt." He expressed as the blush on his cheeks darkened almost matching the signature Weasley red hair.

"Well then lucky for you I feel the same, now let's get Mione and Ron, we've got horcuxes to destroy." She smiled kissing his cheek before she pulled him out of the hospital wing wher the remaining members of the quartet had been hiding. After all we had a war to win!

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