Drabble request from an anon: Would you be ok with doing like harry if wolfstar daughter reader got hurt after promising not to while helping hunt for horcruxes? like maybe she got tortured with Hermione at the malfoy manor?

A/N- HI! I’m sorry this took so long to get to you! One second I was contemplating how to do this request (because I wanted to do it justice.) then the next I was in this writing drought. So I hope this is okay! And if it isn’t I’ll try and rewrite it for you!

In all the aftermath and stress of—well, everything, you forgot how much pain you were actually in. You’d been running off the high of adrenaline and worry for so long you didn’t have time to process just how much stress you’d put on your body. However, as you and Harry lay as you are now, everything hits you at the same time. “I’m so tired,” You whisper into his shoulder softly, although the exhaustion is just the tip of the iceberg. The grief, anger, and other emotions were still there; manifesting in your throbbing scull and drooping eyes. “More tired than I’ve ever been in my life.”

Harry hums and presses you closer to his chest. You’re grateful for the pressure. You feel like it holds you down and grounds you to the world. He’s about to respond—probably to agree or extend his sympathies—when you feel a sharp buzzing pain shoot through your hip. You feel yourself flinch, shiver, and freeze up as you glance down. Harry’s hand was hovering stiffly over your hip, having shot up when you flinched. He carefully raises your shirt as you watch. The pair of you widen your eyes at the big purple-ish bruise on your hip.

It looked like a knife slash. Must’ve been from Bellatrix. You tried to push her off Hermione at Malfoy Manor and ended up wrestling with her for a bit before she got the best of you. You guess at some point between her pushing you off and hitting the ground her knife must have caught you. Harry is staring stone-faced at the bruise. His fingers are itching to glide over it, but the way you reacted before is making him nervous. You ran your hand over his cheek to check on him silently, although you knew what he was thinking.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He murmurs, his gaze still fixed on the bruise.“I didn’t notice.” Your response makes him snap his eyes toward you immediately. You’ve never seen them so narrow. “Didn’t notice? How could you possibly not notice a bruise like that?” His voice picks up in volume but the base in it grows deeper. Almost like he was holding himself back from growling at you. You don’t blame him though. You go to answer but he beats you to it.

“You promise me. You promised me you’d be careful that you wouldn’t—“ he shakes but holds back the sigh. “That you wouldn’t get hurt.” That makes your heart drop. You can’t bring yourself to do anything but pull him into your arms until his breathing had evened out.

book dates • harry james potter x reader!

PART 1 of the series!

SUMMARY: harry has a crush on mikayla greene and wants to talk to her. he goes to y/n l/n in need for help.

TROPES: slytherin x gryffindor, strangers to lovers?, almost unrequited love, oblivious daft dimbos!

author's note! hey everyone! welcome to the new series, and this was acc written quite a while ago, just so lazy to post this. aneewayz, the future parts will be posted soon!! [please interact! it might encourage me to write this cute ass fic soon!]

word count: 1k? i guess

warnings! swearings.

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“Mind telling me why were you stalking me, Potter?” Y/N said, cornering Harry in the library. Look, Harry wasn't exactly stalking her. He just wanted to talk to Y/N, but he is so nervous to do it.  So, Harry decided to just follow everywhere Y/N goes just in case Harry gets the courage to talk to her.

“I was not stalking you, L/N!” Harry manages to reply back. Y/N raises an eyebrow.

“Then why are you following me then?” Y/N questioned him. Harry tries to think of a reply.

“I was not following you either, I just happened to be in the same place as you, L/N” He lies, folding his arms. 

“Potter, I have never ever seen you set foot in the library without the company of Granger.”

Now he has a question he doesn't know how to lie about. He just has to tell the truth then. But at the same time, Harry didn't want to let go of his pride to a Slytherin, either. 

You should've thought of that before thinking of the plan, idiot! says a voice in his head. Shut up! he tells the voice.

Harry sighs and just decides to tell her instead. “Can we sit on a bench while we talk?” He asked to which Y/N nodded at him suspiciously. Harry thought she might think whatever he's trying to do is for some stupid prank.

“I want your help,” Harry said as soon as the two sat on the bench. 

“How exactly?” Y/N asks.

“W- Well, I want you to read some books for me?”He starts. Harry avoids Y/N's eyes now. She is going to laugh at him after he elaborates his master plan. And he would never ever set foot in Y/N's direction ever again. 

“Why would I ever read—” Y/N interrupts.

“Listen to me and you will understand!” Harry says quickly. “First of all, I want you to know that I have a crush on this girl from Ravenclaw. No, I am not going to say her name, sorry. She likes reading books that Hermione says would never read. And I heard you love reading books and would read any kind of book.”

“You see, L/N, I would recommend you to read some books for me and you would tell me whatever the storyline is,” Harry continues. “This is a win-win for both of us. You get to read books. You tell me about them and I get to talk to my crush about it.” Harry concludes.

Harry gathers courage to look at Y/N after elaborating his clever plan. The 'crush' he mentioned is Mikayla Greene. (You can't disagree with Harry on this opinion, Mikayla had a very beautiful laugh and eyes.) 

Harry saw Y/N, who seemed to control an urge to laugh but failed at it miserably. Harry sighed. “You can laugh if you want, I guess,”

Y/N started to laugh very loudly that Harry feared Madam Pince might kick her out of the library permanently. Still, Y/N couldn't be able to control it. 

Harry is mentally planning to sail to a far country and never come back again. Or hide in his Invisibility Cloak forever. He hates listening to his father's ideas now. He should've asked his other dad, instead.

“I— what— made —” Y/N could not even form a sentence at this point. Harry wanted to hit himself for telling her. He was also worried that Y/N might choke on her own laughter. Out of embarrassment, he covered his face.

Finally, after at least five minutes and a warning from Madam Pince, Y/N stopped laughing.

Why was Harry still here anyway? He still wants a reply after fully knowing what Y/N would say. He is a fool like that. That was when Harry noticed Y/N standing, a smile still plastered on her face. “Thank you, Potter.” She says.“I have never had a laugh like this in years.” Y/N started moving. But Harry wasn't done with her yet.

She still has not given her an answer right?

Harry finally caught on Y/N after literally chasing her. “L/N! Wait!” He shouted earning a glare from a third year girl looking at the two. Y/N stopped and turned around to face Harry.

“You still haven't told me the answer!” Harry manages to say to her despite the fact he was running out of breath.

Y/N cleared her throat, and chuckled again and replied quite firmly with a straight face.  “No.”

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Harry being the idiot he is, did not take the rejection by Y/N for his plan to his heart. He was quite determined that Y/N would somehow accept the deal.

Harry actually knew the reason why Y/N didn't accept his deal. Harry has actually never talked to Y/N despite the fact sharing a couple of classes through the years. She probably thought he was trying to get into a prank or something.

So, what if Y/N actually gets to know about Harry? 

Harry tries that too. 

Unfortunately, Harry's all gryffindor traits left whenever he approached the h/c slytherin. He would just create a lame excuse and move out of whatever place he was in immediately.

“Potter, has anyone ever told you, you're bad at whatever you are doing right now? because you actually are.” Y/N suddenly said when Harry tried to approach to talk to her when Y/N was reading in the library.

Harry, who was (pretending to) read— looked up to the Y/N sitting in front of him. “What do you mean, L/N?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry. “If you ever want to say something to me, Just say it. Anyone with a brain would know that you have been trying to approach me for the past two weeks.” 

She was coming straight to the point. Shit. What would Harry say now? He had this planned didn't he? Then why the heck is he getting nervous?

“I—I actually needed to talk to you about the plan I told you the last time. This time with a better offer,” Harry started. Y/N clearly looked disinterested. “I swear you will like it, L/N!”

“Entertain me then,” Y/N told him in a dull tone.

“Um— So, Hermione told me that there is going to be a new bookstore in Hogsmeade.” If it isn't anymore obvious, Hermione is unaware of Harry's plan, by the way. “Perhaps if you accept to help me with my plan, I would buy books from the stores on our every hogsmeade visit.”

Harry looked at Y/N eyes, which were now sparking in excitement. Y/N cleared her throat and looked convinced, maybe?

“I will maybe accept this foolish plan of yours— let me finish before frightening the whole Hogwarts with your scream,  Potter— If you read whatever book it may be with me— No! I am not finished yet! — I will only read the book if it interests me.” Y/N explained. Harry tries  not to scream and (in Y/N's words,) frighten the whole Hogwarts with his scream.

“.. and that's it?” Harry asked Y/N, after she went on and went on with her rules. 

“I will add more rules if you continue to annoy me, Potter. ” Harry rolled his eyes at that.

Atleast, Harry having Mikayla Greene as his girlfriend isn't in the far future anymore.

Dating Harry James Potter Moodboard

How about requesting for Harry, you and Harry are seeing each other but keeping it on the low and between free periods you pull him to make out and dry hump each other until he come in his pants

*•.¸♡ shadow kisses ♡¸.•*

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: EVERYONE’S OF AGE!! harry doesn’t know how to act when he wakes up desperate for his girlfriend’s touch, and yet he has to spend the entire day without her by his side. By the end of it, he’s almost ready to lose his mind for a kiss, thankfully she’s got other plans ;)

warnings: (everyone’s 18 here) hot harry 😩 this is gonna be nsfw so; make-out sesh, built-up sexual tension, vulgar language (?), dry humping, semi-public.

note: LEGIT LOSING MY MIND. GOING FERAL SO BAD RIGHT NOW. ANON ILYSM TJSHSJSJHDHD

Dating the Chosen One definitely has its downsides, especially when no one knows, but it also had its perks.

Like sneaking into dark rooms with greedy hands and short breathes, or side glances from across rooms and tables.

It was exhilarating, truly, and it seemed like neither one of the teenagers was able to get quite enough of the other, because at the end of each day, they’d find each other in the common room with bouncing legs and fidgeting hands, waiting painfully for it to empty so they can be in each other’s arms again.

Today was the same, except Harry had awoken with the desperate need of Y/N’s touch, the realization made him let out a groan of embarrassment, and he continued to regret it after Ron and Seamus started making fun of him for it. He chucked a pillow at their heads while using another one to press against his crouch. 

He was embarrassed and had to shower in freezing cold water to calm down, but his minimal effort went down the drain when the boys went down to breakfast and his first sight was her, in her knee-long skirt brushing up her thigh, and her tie squeezing around her neck. Immediately, his face went up in flames as his mind wandered to the previous night, when he had her on her knees before the fireplace in the common room, the way her eyes glistened as she looked up at him with adoration. Suddenly the room was on fire and his shirt was suffocating and his tie was choking him.

He cleared his throat as he took his place beside Ron and Hermione, adjusting his pants as he tried to sit down comfortably. His mistake was looking up in her direction, only to find her already staring up at him with glowing eyes and a spoon buried in her mouth. She looked like the absolute embodiment of mischief, and he almost whined at the hungry look in her eyes.

He couldn’t stop her on the way to class for a quick hug or even a kiss because they didn’t share the first three classes together, and Harry cursed his luck. He couldn’t believe he’d have to spend four hours without her near, and the longer he spends away from her the more painful sitting still got. The slightest move caused friction and he has to physically hold himself back from whimpering. He’s only grateful for the robe draped across his shoulders, without it he would’ve been long caught.

By the fifth hour, Harry could almost cry just from the sight of her, and when he takes a quick sweep around the hall to make sure there was no one to spot him dragging her away, he turns back to her, his fingers wrap around her wrist, and tugs her into a dimmed hallway.

Immediately, Y/N grabs his face with her free hand and smashes her lips against his. Harry, for the first time that day, let out a high-pitched whine at the warmth of her lips against his cold ones. He let go of her wrist and grabbed her waist instead, tugging her as close as he can get her, desperate for anything from her.

“Please,” he whines against her mouth, and it sends electric shots down her body and straight to her core. “I need you, darlin’ please.”

She whines, and her hands go from cupping his face to tugging off his robe. Harry helps her let go of it, but he’s more focused on her and her body than taking off his clothes, so he pulls at her tie until it comes loose, then quickly makes his way down her button-up shirt, all while groaning and whining when she grinds herself against him. He tugs her shirt out from under her skirt before pushing it apart, exposing her bra-covered chest, he whines again before pressing a soft kiss against her lips, then making his way down her neck.

Y/N melts, she arches her back when he gets to her chest and grips his forearms when his teeth graze the bra’s fabric before tugging it down, and she moans when his hot breath meets her nipples.

Her hips continue their desperate crusade of grinding against him, and she can feel him through his trouser. She’s almost tempted to reach down and squeeze him, just to tease him, but he pushes her against the wall while scattering love bites across her chest.

She’s heaving as she soaks through her panties, and her gasps turn into moans with his name. Harry’s eyes squeeze shut, and he lets out another whine of her name, “Do you have any idea what I’ve been thinking about all morning?” he mumbles as he grinds up against her core, and a moan escapes him at the momentary relief he receives. Y/N huffs a sigh when both of his hands tighten around her hips, pulling her closer to him as he continued to brush himself against her. “I think I have a pretty clear idea.” she gasps.

Harry shakes his head as he buries it in the nook of her neck, “You,” he says, “I’ve been thinking about you. Touching me, kissing me, holding me,” he gasps when she arches her back, pushing herself against him, “I’ve thought about you on your knees, like last night, sucking me off.” his voice was hoarse and low, his eyes were closed and Y/N remembered the marvelous sight of him from the night before, completely coming apart at her hands, shaking and whining her name. She moans.

“I thought about you pushing me down on that couch, I thought about you getting on top of me and using me for your own pleasure,” the thought, the image, passed his mind once again, and he didn’t hold back the moan that bubbled up his throat. His hold on her tightened, “I need you,” he gasps, “I need you so bad.”

They were humping each other now, the pieces of fabric were the only borders separating them from one another, and Y/N was getting desperate for his touch all over, she wanted him all over. “Harry please, touch me,” she whines, and his knees almost buckle.

He pulls her off the wall and she wraps her legs around him, he turns them around and slides down the wall, allowing her to have full control over the pace of their grinding. She gasps when she pushes herself down on him, and he leans back on one arm while the other holds her hips tightly. He dares a glance down to where she’s desperately moving on him and Harry lets out another whine when he notices a darkening patch on her panties slowly marking up his dark trousers.

He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it, and from the way she’s marking up his neck with soft kisses and gasps of his name, he’s certain it won’t be much longer. When she reaches down between them and presses her hand against the bulge of his pants, that’s when he snaps. Both of his hands shoot up to her forearms and hold her tight, pausing her actions as he uncontrollably jerks upwards, his movement repeatedly bumps into her clothed clit and she throws her head back at how good it feels.

He stills after a minute and buries his face in her chest in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his chest heaving, and it takes Y/N a minute before she’s giggling in realization. She cups his jaw and slowly pushes his face off of her chest, his ears and cheeks going a bright shade of pink, “Harry Potter, did you cum in your trouser?”

Harry groans in embarrassment and hides his face in her hands, the heat transmits to her hands and she’s laughing. “Don’t laugh at me!” he whines, and she continues, “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself! You’re adorable when you’re shy, Potter.”

He rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into a hug, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise love.”

i'm here - Harry James Potter x best friend!reader

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SUMMARY: Harry still has nightmares about the graveyard … [takes place during OotP, Harry and reader are best friends] 

word count: 1.7k (she’s a shortie! well, at least for me, seeing as I’m usually never able to keep anything short) 

warnings: angst, fluff, (best) friends to lovers, nightmares, mentions of an abusive family (I hate the Dursleys so much … ), love confessions; Harry’s inner James coming through (kinda); the reader is gn in this one :) 

AN: Harry James Potter is so criminally underrated in his own fandom, the lack of fanfics about him is astounding. (So if you have any requests for Harry fics, feel free to tell me!) 

Also, this turned out a lot angstier than I originally intended, but then, it kind of does fit with OotP Harry, doesn’t it? 

„No, Cedric!“ 

Harry’s terrified whisper wakes you up and you immediately throw your bedsheets aside, jumping out of bed, rushing over to the bed at the other side of the room, where Harry’s tossing and turning in his sleep. You’ve never been more grateful that you managed to convince Mrs. Weasley to let you and Harry share a room in Grimauldplace, telling her that you’re just friends and that she doesn’t need to worry about anything happening between you two. 

Though you sometimes catch yourself wishing that maybe something would happen between you two - maybe one day you’ll find the courage to tell Harry how you really feel about him? - nothing has happened between you two. Not that any of that matters right now. 

„Not Cedric, please don’t kill him, no, Cedric!“ 

„Harry!“ With shaking hands, you reach for Harry, trying to gently shake him awake, but the nightmare’s still got him in its grip. 

„Don’t kill him - „ 

„Harry!“, you say, louder this time, but Harry still doesn’t hear you. Deciding that trying to gently shake him awake is not going to work, you grab his shoulders instead. 

„Harry, please wake up, I’m here, please - „ 

Gasping, Harry finally opens his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to recognize you, his green eyes seem to stare right through you. 

„No, get away from me - „ 

„Harry, it’s me! Y/N!“

Your words must have reached him, because Harry stops trying to twist away from you. He screws his eyes shut for a moment, and when he opens them again, his green eyes find yours. 

„Y/N?“, he croaks, almost as if he’s too afraid to believe that you’re really there, that the nightmare is actually over. 

„Yes, Harry, it’s me, I’m here, you’re - you’re safe“, you say, your voice breaking at the terrified look in Harry’s eyes. 

Harry’s still shaking like a leaf and he looks so small and vulnerable in that moment that your hatred for Voldemort reaches a new height. Without Voldemort, none of this would be happening. Cedric Diggory would still be alive. Harry wouldn’t wake up screaming from nightmares almost every night. He wouldn’t have that haunted, terrified look in his eyes. 

You force yourself to swallow down your anger. Mentally cursing Voldemort isn’t going to help Harry right now. 

„I- I’m sorry“, Harry starts to say, but you silence him by leaning forward and throwing your arms around Harry, hugging him so close to you that you can feel his racing heartbeat against your chest. 

„Harry James Potter, you are not going to apologize for having nightmares about Voldemort“, you say firmly. 

„Harry James Potter, huh?“, Harry says, laughing weakly, his warm breath ghosting over the skin of your neck. 

„Yeah … „, is all you say, tightening your hold on him. You want to tell him that he doesn’t need to pretend with you - he doesn’t have to put up a strong front, trying to find some kind of humor in the situation. But, you think, deep down, Harry already knows that. Ever since meeting each other in your first year at Hogwarts, you’ve always been close, always been comfortable with each other. Harry knows that he can just be himself around you, that there’s no need to hide anything from you. 

Your heart breaks even more for the boy in your arms when you realize that he’s not putting up a strong front for you - he’s doing it for himself. 

Harry’s never had an easy life - the first eleven years of his life he had to grow up in a household with his abusive, neglectful aunt and uncle, and when he finally went to Hogwarts, everyone’s already had their preconceived notions about what kind of person The Boy Who Lived would be. He’s always been living a life under scrutiny, but ever since the graveyard, ever since Voldemort returned to power, his life has been literal hell. From the Daily Prophet making him out to be some disturbed, dangerous liar, to nearly being expelled from Hogwarts for defending himself and his cousin Dudley from a dementor attack, to having to deal with Umbridge and her own brand of cruelty, it’s no wonder that he’s barely been able to hold himself together these last few months. 

„Hey, are you alright?“ Harry’s concerned questions interrupts your spiraling thoughts. 

„Yeah, though I should be the one asking you that question“, you say. 

„Don’t worry about me, I’m fi- „ 

Reluctantly, you pull away from Harry, leaning back so that you can look him in the eyes. „Don’t tell me you’re fine, Harry“, you say, swallowing around the sudden lump in your throat, „don’t lie to me, please.“ 

Harry’s expression hardens and for a moment, he seems almost resentful at your words, and you’re afraid that he’s going to push you away from him as well, when his right hand suddenly reaches for yours. 

„You’re right“, he says, his words coming out slightly strained, as if he too has to swallow around a lump in his throat, „I’m not fine. But - I, uh, do feel much better with you here … and I, uh - I know that I’ve not been easy to be around these last few months, I - 

„I don’t care“, you interrupt him, squeezing his hand reassuringly. 

„But - „ 

„I don’t care“, you repeat, more firmly this time, „you’re my best friend and I love you and - „ You stop speaking when you realize what you’ve just said. You can feel yourself blushing a furious red and you cast your eyes downward, trying to avoid Harry’s green eyes. Of course, having been best friends with him for nearly five years, you’ve already told him you love him in some way or another quite a few times. But you’ve never used these three words, never said ‚I love you‘, always said something like ‚love you‘, ‚take care‘ or ‚try not die‘ and though you both knew what these words really were supposed to mean, you’ve never said these exact three words to him. 

„I, uh - mean, like a friend - „, you stammer, trying to backtrack, „- a, a best friend - and, you know, I mean, we’ve all had our rough patches, remember Ron last year or me in year three when I’ve made such a fuss over the whole dementor situation? I know I must’ve been quite annoying, but I was only worried about you and - „ 

Your rambling gets interrupted by Harry suddenly leaning forward and softly pressing his lips against yours. For a moment, you freeze, your eyes widening in shock. 

Is this really happening? Maybe you’re the one dreaming and any minute now, you’ll wake up, still lying in your bed at the other side of the room, Harry still tossing and turning in his bed, with nothing between you two having changed - 

But then, almost as if he’s read your thoughts, Harry gives your hand a squeeze, before lacing your fingers together and reaching up with his other hand to gently cup your cheek. When he kisses you again, though it’s nothing more than a fleeting, almost questioning brush of his lips against yours, you’re ready for it, closing your eyes and leaning into the kiss. 

„So, uh, I take it that I wasn’t annoying you that much when I made a fuss over the whole dementor situation?“, you say, sounding out of breath, almost as if you’ve just run a marathon, when Harry breaks the kiss, looking at you with a shy smile on his lips. 

„You’re not annoying - I thought I just made this clear?“, Harry says, his fingertips softly stroking your cheek.

„Well, maybe I just need another reminder?“, you find yourself saying, not quite sure where this sudden surge of confidence is coming from. But then Harry’s green eyes meet yours and you realize why you’re suddenly feeling as if you could walk on air, when, just a few minutes ago, you’ve been worried out of your mind over your best friend. 

You’ve just told Harry that you love him, and not only did you not ruin your friendship with him by doing so, but Harry actually seems to feel the same way about you, otherwise he wouldn’t have kissed you, right? 

„Really?“, Harry says, smirking, leaning towards you and you think he’s going to kiss you again, but instead, he tackles you, causing you to fall back onto the mattress of his bed, before starting to tickle you. 

„No, Harry, stop - please - st-stop“, you say in between fits of laughter, as Harry continues to tickle you mercilessly. Any other complaints die in your throat when you take in Harry’s expression - he’s laughing, the haunted, faraway look in his green eyes completely gone. 

Of course, you know that a few kisses and an unexpected love confession won’t suddenly drive all his demons away. You can still see the dark, prominent circles from lack of sleep under his eyes, can still recall his terrified, helpless cries for Cedric. 

Still, something in him has changed. There’s something in his expression that you haven’t seen for far too long - hope. 

Feeling emboldened and giddy with excitement over everything that’s happened since your sudden confession, you reach up, winding your arms around Harry’s neck, before pressing your lips against his. Harry starts moving his lips against yours and you can feel him smile into the kiss. Just when you run a hand through his untidy black hair, he’s breaking the kiss again. 

Supporting his weight on his elbows, Harry smiles down at you, breathing heavily. „I love you too, you know?“, he says, smiling widely when he says the words. „And I know that I’ve been kind of a jerk these last few months - you don’t need to try to deny it, but - you’ve always been there for me and I - I’m really glad you stuck around - I - I guess what I’m trying to say is just that I love you, so damn much.“ 

You feel yourself smile stupidly wide at his words. „I’m glad you stuck around? You really do have a way with words, don’t you, Harry James Potter?“, you say, grinning. 

„Oh, you know what I mean“, Harry says, grinning back at you. 

„Do I?“, you ask, and, just like you’d hoped he would, Harry softly presses his lips against yours again in way of answering. 

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Harry Potter x Reader

"What are you doing?" Harry asks me when I put my head on his stomach. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one." I mumbled in response.

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requested, fanfic, gn!reader

Summary: this is just dilf!Harry being a peeping Tom

CW: mentions of Harry thinking about cheating, male masturbation, Harry almost getting caught, y/n being (not so) oblivious use of 'Little Dove' for the reader

He just couldn’t help it, he knew it was wrong

he was a married man, a father for Merlin’s sake, and yet he couldn’t stop think his little dove, the sweet little neighbour that won the community’s heart when they moved in, he couldn’t stop thinking about you

His obsession with you was getting bad, he couldn’t bring himself to even look at Ginny in the eyes, the woman he swore loyalty to 7 years ago on that altar he now despises so much

And there he was, furiously pumping himself as he watched you rut against the teddy bear he had gifted you as a welcome when you moved in, watching you intently as you desperately chased your release, hips grinding down on the teddy as you whined softly

‘You are going to kill me little dove’ he thought as he felt the pleasure consuming his groin, soft groans leaving his throat as his chest heaved. he was so close, he could feel himself arriving at his climax, but just when he was about to come he heard an harsh knock on his door "Harry..? you in there love..?" he could hear Ginny's muffled voice from behind the door 'she came back erlier…' he could feel the annoyance grow in his gut, soon replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling as he gaze fell back onto you, watching you reach your peak almost made him forget about his ruined orgasm,

"yeah im here..." he replyed, tucking himself back in his pants and closing the curtain as he went to open the door, greeting his unsuspecting wife "welcome back Hun" he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek as he listened to her ramble about her day out with the kids as he helped her set the table for dinner. as he went to grab the plates he heard his phone notifications go off

'weird, who could that be' he tought as he pulled out his phone, almost dropping it as he read the notification

Little Dove:

'i hope you enjoyed the show sir, i know i did ;)'

ahhhhh this took forever, hope you like it <3

Wizarding World ➵ Nsfw Alphabet

ʚ character ɞ harry james potter x nb!reader

ʚ warnings ɞ mentions of sex and sexual preferences, breeding, unprotected sex, use of sex toys, masturbation, etc.

ʚ notes ɞ this was surprisingly really fun to write! my inbox is open to anyone who would like to request specific characters or nsfw prompts. i'll be writing nsfw alphabets for most of the HP characters eventually. reblogs/favourites are greatly appreciated <33 (all characters written are 18+!!)

A = Aftercare (What happens after sex?)

Harry LOVES to cuddle with you after sex, he absolutely craves the skin on skin contact and doesn't care in the slightest if you're both sweaty or half asleep already. He'll place gentle kisses on your skin wherever he can touch and murmur how great you were into your ear just to put your mind at ease.

B = Bodyparts (Their favourite part of you)

Harry absolutely adores your thighs. He's definitely a thigh fucker. It doesn't matter how big or small your thighs are, he'll grab them whenever he gets the chance. He loves laying his head on your thighs, sometimes even going as far as biting/marking them when he's between your thighs. Overall he's just completely infatuated with your thighs!

C = Cum (And anything to do with it)

He tends to try and avoid being messy most of the time BUT sometimes he just can't help himself when you're so willing to let him fill you up or even cum all over you. He loves watching you swallow and lick up his cum after he orgasms, it turns him on so much just to think about it. He may not look like it but he has A LOT of cum to share so be aware of the potential mess it could make.

D = Desires (What sexual fantasies do they have?)

I wouldn't say that Harry is the kinkiest person ever but he certainly has a few fantasies he'd like to try with you someday. He's particularly fond of the idea of fucking you on/over his desk at work, the risk of being caught by anyone walking past his office would drive him crazy in the best way possible and it's one of those "I shouldn't be doing this but it feels so good" type of scenarios. You should definitely visit him at work more often.

E = Experience (Do they know what they're doing?)

Harry isn't as experienced as you'd expect the "chosen one" to be — sure, he's practically the most famous person in the wizarding world but he's quite traditional and often misunderstands flirting for friendliness. I'd say he probably only slept with 1-3 people prior to meeting you but he makes sure to communicate with you and loves learning what you like and dislike, he takes personal pride in making you orgasm.

F = Favourite Position (What do they like?)

He's definitely a missionary type of guy. He loves the intimacy that comes with it and he especially loves being able to see your reaction to his thrusts not to mention how easier it is to kiss you this way. As I've mentioned before, he CRAVES skin on skin even after sex so this is certainly a win-win for him. Even if he's just grinding against you or getting you off, he loves being on top of you while he does it.

G = Goofy (How serious are they during sex?)

Harry tends to take sex a little more seriously than others but that doesn't mean he can't have a laugh once in a while. Sometimes he'll find himself giggling if you two accidentally bump foreheads with each other or if one of you makes a particularly amusing or unusual noise. He'd never laugh at anything you could consider to be embarrassing but he loves the little moments where you both pause to giggle at each other when something amusing does happen in the moment. Not taking yourselves too seriously is what truly makes sex all the more enjoyable.

H = Hair (How groomed are they?)

Harry isn't much of a groomer because it's virtually impossible to constantly manage his hair growth, even with the help of magical potions. He's quite hairy in the 'downstairs department' and has a quite impressive snail-trail but he does make efforts to keep himself clean and manageable for you. In addition to this, he doesn't have any qualms about your hair growth either and tends to enjoy the more natural look anyway, as long as you're comfortable w/ it.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they during sex?)

Harry can be very romantic during sex when he needs to be, sometimes it can feel clinical if you're both busy and don't have time to put in anymore effort but he always tries to go out of his way to make an impression on you. He goes all out during holidays like valentines day or your birthday, decorating the room with candles and rose petals, setting up a warm bubble bath that you both can share and enjoy yourselves in. Sometimes he'll involve different foods like whipped cream, chocolate sauce, different fruits to eat off each other but his biggest romantic gesture is his praise. He loves telling you how good you feel, how proud he is of you and how well you're doing, etc. Anything to make you feel good.

J = Jacking Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

It depends on the week he's having to be honest and also if you're available to help him with his needs. If the week has been difficult and or stressful, he tends to masturbate between 2/3 times a week. That seems to be his average, but it can fluctuate.

K = Kinks (Things they get sexual pleasure from)

As I've mentioned before, Harry isn't the kinkiest of people but he does have his fair share of quirks. His most riskiest kink would have to be breeding, it just drives him crazy to think of filling you up with his cum, watching it drip out and getting a rush from the lack of protection, even if it can't result in pregnancy. He also loves the risk of being caught, although he tends to be quite conservative sometimes he gets the chance to have sex with you at an inappropriate time, again the idea of someone catching the two of you in the heat of the moment drives him crazy in the best way.

L = Location (How adventurous are they?)

Harry isn't very adventurous when it comes to sex but sometimes, if the moment allows, he can be quite spontaneous. The riskiest place he'd fuck you is at his office, or in the bathroom at a friends house. The idea of having to be secretive and quick to avoid being caught is something that turns him on greatly.

M = Motivation (How high is their sex drive?)

I'd say that Harry has a moderate level sex drive, he wouldn't say no if you were to ask (unless it's at an inappropriate time or he's exhausted) but he also wouldn't be upset if neither of you had sex for a week or two, or even longer depending on the circumstances. It depends on how you're both feeling.

N = No (What are things they wouldn't do?)

Harry wouldn't do things that could seriously hurt either of you, in his eyes no amount of pleasure is worth risking your lives and safety. I'd say things that could restrict your breathing, cause scars/pain/blood as well as things that involve dubious-consent are all no-no's for him. He doesn't like hurting you or being hurt either.

O = Oral (What are their preferences?)

Harry wouldn't say no to receiving but he'd have some worries about giving, as long as you're communicating with him and being vocal about what feels good and what doesn't then he'll feel a lot better. When he's in the mood for it — he's REALLY in the mood for it, he'll slurp and lick and swirl his tongue all day long. Sometimes he'll use his hands if you're needing more stimulation but most of the time his tongue is good enough to use. He also loves when you go down on him, he likes the feeling of being deep-throated but he wouldn't force you to do it if you're not comfortable.

P = Pace (Do they prefer to be fast or slow?)

Harry prefers to use a slower and deeper pace but he isn't afraid to go faster or harder when you ask for it — sometimes in the heat of the moment he uses his initiative to decide what would be best, but he'll often ask you how you want it. "want me to go faster, baby?" etc. He tends to try and be as gentle as possible.

Q = Quickies (Do they do this and if so how often?)

Harry enjoys quickies but only when he's in the mood to do something a little more riskier. For example, if you're at his office or in the bathroom, he'd take pleasure in having a quickie with you to see how fast he can make you cum without getting caught and vice versa. He can get quite competitive sometimes.

R = Risks (Are they up for experimentation?)

As I've mentioned before, he does like a bit of risk when it comes to sex but not all the time. He's definitely up for experimenting with you but there are things he will be unwilling to try. He would ask you about your boundaries beforehand and make sure to respect your decisions as you should with his own. I think he'd be interested in trying different positions, different methods of dirty-talking and even trying out a few different toys.

S = Stanima (How long can they last?)

Harry tends to finish between 5-15 minutes, his average would likely be around 5-7 minutes depending on the circumstances. If you're both trying to be quick for whatever reason you have then it's likely to last between 3-5 minutes. If you're both trying to last longer then it can reach upwards of 30 minutes to an hour (although most of this would be spent on foreplay and exploring each other)

T = Toys (Do they use them and if so what are they?)

Harry would be open to using toys like vibrators, dildos (although nothing too big), he'd also be open to using some kind of wrist restraint like handcuffs or rope if he knew how to loosen or remove them. He'd also enjoy the use of a blindfold on special occasions.

U = Unfair (Do they tease or do they like to be teased?)

Harry isn't much of a teaser unless he's feeling particularly mischievous. He does get whiny and easily frustrated when you tease him, and he enjoys being teased over teasing you. His favourite kind of tease which he often inflicts upon himself is watching you change your clothes around him. He finds it hard to resist touching you when you're hardly wearing anything around him. If he wants to make himself last longer in bed, he tends to pull out before he can cum, which usually results in the two of you being teased/edged in the process.

V = Volume (How vocal are they during sex?)

Harry isn't the loudest when it comes to sex but he does get more vocal if he's in the privacy of his own home, he'll moan and whine if you encourage him but he loves to hear your voice and often doesn't want to intterupt your moans or words in the moment.

W = Wild Card (Random Nsfw Headcanon)

Harry definitely has a second favourite position which would be doggy-style. In this position he can absolutely lose control of himself, clinging onto your waist and hips whilst he feverishly pounds into you from behind. He wants to be as close to you as possible, even in this position, so he often ends up hunching over to hold you from behind, moaning and whimpering into your ear and occasionally biting/marking your back and shoulders.

X = X-Ray (What do they like to wear?)

Harry tends to wear loose fitting boxers instead of tight fitting ones, however during sex he likes to wear little to nothing unless he needs you so bad he can't be bothered to take off his clothes.

Y = Yearning (How long can they go without sex?)

Harry can go weeks without sex, months even if there's a reason why you can't participate. Although he enjoys having sex with you, if you're unable to participate and explain why (if he doesn't already know) then he'll respect your decision. If neither of you have sex for extended periods of time, he'll just masturbate.

Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Harry tends to fall asleep quicker if the two of you are able to cuddle after sex but it doesn't drain him completely. Sometimes he'll stay awake to talk to you, or if it happens during the day he'll take a nap if it's absolutely necessary. But generally speaking he can stay awake after sex for hours depending on the circumstances.

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thursdays of dark grey skies; h.p.

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.

And it wasn't your typical is-raining-soon-light-gray type of colour, it was a dark shade of grey that stained the sky. There was no rain, there was no wind, it was just- dark. Like the night was trying to break out sooner than planned, fighting the light out of the day. For an early october thursday afternoon, the grayish weather shouldn't feel this uncommon. This captivating. But it just gave (ironically) such light to everything within the dark air reach. It was strangely so beautiful. Harry was at the library with practically everyone he knows when he looked outside of one of the windows. And when he says 'practically everyone he knows' he really means the whole castle was in there. Thursdays afternoons are homework and study afternoons. You catch up with any subject you could be behind, you finish all the work that was due friday (which happened more often than not) and your weekend would be mostly free. It was the most practical plan for the academic life of most students, as Hermoine had once said. So, the Hogwarts library was the place for the fourth day of the week. The environment created there was, to put it simply, those that made you work harder. Everyone shared the same goal; all the students from all years, all the students from all houses. Almost every table was occupied, and some even had to be conjured in the middle and left side of the room, the places that had more students. Red, yellow, green and blue were mixed around and a friendly and calm atmosphere flew above them. Despite being packed, the noise wasn't too loud. Quiet chatter and laughs could be heard, but nothing too extreme. Madame Prince had long ago quitted shushing students everytime one made any type of sound. It just felt right to be in there. Even more so when the big windows that contorned one of the sides of the enormous room showed the magical view of the dark grey sky. And because the light outside was mostly dim, candles flew all over the room to give enough light to work with. And as Harry looked around he felt content. He was seated in one of the newly conjured tables, a little to the right from the middle, so he had a pretty good view of the room in general. Ron was now discreetly discussing with a Hufflepuff named Ernie MacMillan and Seamus about the excessive amount of work Snape gives them, their potions assignment long forgotten. Fred, George and several of their other friends sat in another table close by, trying to finish their transfiguration project without the twins and Lee destroying anything. Luna was drawing, humming quietly, with Ginny reading just beside her, and Hermoine was helping Dean on the essay of History of Magic along with Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin. Harry had already finished all of his homework for this week (a first in his whole life). He had his arms crossed and leaned back on his chair, now observing the intriguing dark sky. The lazy light coming from the candles complemented beautifully the colour of the clouds. Harry would laugh and talk quietly every now and then with those around him, now being completely relaxed with the new work-free feeling that would linger for a few days. He was just back to looking at the window again when something caught his eye. In the very far corner of the library, on the right side of the room, was someone writing calmly in a piece of parchment with some books laying around. And after a few seconds, Harry recognised the person; it was you. You hadn't talked much in your past school years. Truth to be told, it wasn’t that common for Gryffindor's and Ravenclaw's to have classes together, so it all depended on your social luck to befriend one another. But Harry did know who you were. You were in the same year as him, obviously sorted into Ravenclaw, and basically the most beautiful girl Harry has ever seen. Your hair seemed slightly darker because of the light, but your eyes were shining like the little fire of the candles floating around was being reflected within them, and your cute nose was scrunched up ever the slightest in concentration. He then noticed that your legs were crossed beneath you and your feet would sometimes wigle. Not wanting to seem like a creep, Harry teared his eyes from the adorable girl, looking down at his table with a small grin plastered on his features. "She is the cutest, isn't she? " Hermoine said, nudging Harry with a knowing smirk on her face. "What? " Harry snapped his head at his best friend's direction (almost breaking his neck I'm the process), eyes widening. "Y/N. I study with her sometimes. Love her, " now she was just shamelessly messing with him. "Who does Hermoine love? " questioned Ron from the other side of the table, his eyebrows raised as he looked around. "Ron no-" "Y/N. Harry was staring at her. Someone has a crush, " Dean responded with a sing-like voice and a huge grin. The mouth of the boy in question was hanging open by now. "Harry has a crush on who?! " Fred Weasley exclaimed a little too loudly, attracting the attention of almost everyone at their tables. "Shush! " hissed Madame Prince from afar. Harry sighed and banged his head on the table. He really should get new friends. "That Ravenclaw girl! Harry always gushes about her when we get out of DADA with Ravenclaw, " Seamus laughed. "That is so adorable! Ah, young love..." George squealed. Harry tried to go under the table and hide but Hermoine pulled him back almost immediately, making the bespectacled boy scowl. "Don't you guys have any other stuff to do that doesn't concern my love life?" Harry exclaimed indignantly, earning yet another reprimand from Madame Prince. "You're just salty because you know how many guys and girls have their eyes on Y/L/N, " muttered a smirking Ron. "Why won't you talk to her, Harry? " asked Neville rather innocently. Harry looked at you again. Why wouldn't he talk to her? Well, because first- he was awkward; second- what if you didn't want to talk to him?; and third- what would he even say? You continued to write calmly, almost lazily, over the piece of parchment. Harry noted that your hair continued slightly darker, your eyes still shiny, your nose still a little scrunched up, and your feet would still wigle sometimes. And just like that Harry had a small grin again, completely forgetting all about the pairs of eyes on him. "Completely whipped, " whispered Dean to Hermoine. Eventually, they all went back to their tasks, leaving Harry once again alone with his thoughts while looking out of the window. Harry wanted to meet you. He wanted to know your likes and dislikes, what you do when you're anxious or stressed, and find out if you always wiggle your feet when you're sitting. He wanted to know if you were just as attracted to this type of weather as Harry was, or if you preferred sunny days. So, with all of his Griffindor's courage he could gather, he stood up. Harry firstly took off his robes, which were starting to get uncomfortable for a while now, and rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows. His clothes were a hot mess (quite literally); his vibrant red tie was loose on his neck and his shirt was ruffled, the top of it unbuttoned, as Harry always felt claustrophobic when clothes were too tight on him, and one of the sides of the shirt practically untucked from his black trousers. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to tidy it up a little, but the raven black locks stayed as messy as ever. He then adjusted his black rimmed new glasses, oblivious as ever from the intense stares of the boys and girls that were close enough to see the green eyed boy. Taking a deep breath, he started his way towards you. "Hi, " Harry said hesitantly, looking down at you. When you looked up, your heart race picked up significantly . The boy was none other than Harry James Potter. Harry, the cutest and the most adorable boy to ever exist (and one of the hottest, to be honest). You felt a strange tingling sensation in your belly as you took in the careless situation his white shirt was in, his loose tie, the rolled up sleeves, and his messy hair. You also noted that Harry had new glasses. His cheeks were a little flushed, and he was biting his lower lip. If possible, your heart started to beat even faster and you were sure your cheeks were no better than Harry's. Harry, unsurprisingly, didn't really notice that you were practically checking him out, thanks to his nerves, and took your silence the wrong way and panicked. "I'm sorry, It's just that I saw you here alone, and you're really pretty- I mean! The tables's pretty! Yes, very nice strong shiny wood, such a good table, really. " You blinked at him. "And the sofa. Must be so so comfortable this sofa. I see why you like it; it's big and warm and it seems like a really good place to take a nap, " Harry continued his ramble, apparently not being able to stop, and getting more nervous and flustered as he talked. He could just feel the group's hysterics from behind; Ron's uncontrollable laughter and Dean's wheeze, Neville's uncertain thumbs up and Seamus smirk. Harry was pretty sure that Hermoine was facepalming and he was terrified of all the teasing from the twins and Ginny he would have to endure once this nightmare was over. He didn’t even want to imagine what his friends and classmates from the other houses were thinking (probably that his awkwardness was too embarrassing and that they would have a good laugh when telling their own other friends, but it didn't matter). "I'm sorry, I'm just going to go– " Harry started to turn around when a hand stopped him. "No! No, I'm sorry, I was just surprised, " you interrupted, quickly standing up and grabbing Harry's arm, pushing him back. Your hand continued to gently grab his wrist, getting unconsciously closer to his hand at each passing second. Your noses were just a few inches apart as well as your bodies, aching to get just a little bit closer. Harry was sure that his heart had exploded by now and he was just a very alive magical breathing zombie, while you feared that your legs were losing its strength and energy. Harry's hand wanted to touch your waist, but it refrained from doing so, fearing that you wouldn't be comfortable with it. "Besides, I wouldn't want to destroy your dreams and not invite you to sit on this really good sofa. " Harry was stunned for a moment at your unexpected teasing and then laughed the most quietly he could, remembering that you were still at the library with hundreds of other students. And with the help of your shy smile and warmth, as well as the calm environment they were in, Harry started to relax, the bad nervous and insecure feeling slipping away. "I'm Harry, " he breathed. You were still close to him. Almost too close. "Y/N, " you answered just the same, glancing up at his handsome face with a, in Harry's most unbiased opinion, precious small grin. After a few seconds of staring at each other, you both pull slightly apart and sit down on the sofa. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Mr. Potter?" you joked, leaning back to the corner of the sofa, trying to keep your nerves in check. "Well, maybe the infernal teasing from my idiots of friends back there? And you seemed like good company, " Harry responded, leaning back too, turning his head so he could see you. "I'm flattered, but they seem so much fun," you wondered. "Hm, they are. For the majority of time at least. " You turned momentarily your eyes to the parchment over the table. You were writing next week's assignment for History of Magic (you convinced Professor Binn to tell you beforehand) but now you wanted to take a break. You wanted to enjoy Harry's company while it lasted. "How come you're not working or studying? It must be a first in study thursday, " you asked, looking at Harry again, just to see that his eyes were already on you. "For the first time in my life, I'm not behind anything, and already finished my potions assignment with Hermoine's help... So I was just there looking at the window and, well, you know the rest, " said Harry. The big window came all the way down to the far corner Harry and you were in. The new duo was tucked in the corner of the sofa, and had the most perfect view to the outside. You had her back almost turned completely to the window and the wall that met just behind the pillows laying around over the dark red velvet sofa. Harry now noticed that there was a huge red and black squared blanket folded between the cushions and your robes, which looked like they were thrown rather clumsily aside. "How come I've never seen this place? It's way bigger and comfier than the other sofas and tables in here, " Harry frowned. The naps he could have had in here, hiding from Hermoine when she went crazy. You laughed lightly. "Madame Prince is a family friend, so she arranged this place when I came here. Which is more often than not... " you trailed off, noticing Harry puppy's eyes directed at the cushions and her blanket. "Honestly, what is your problem with furniture? Do you fall in love with it every time you see it? " you asked, amusement lacing your voice. Harry snapped his head back at you. "What?! No! " he exclaimed, a little embarrassed. "But this sofa really is the best, truly. I think you'll have a hard time getting rid of me now, " Harry grinned, adjusting his glasses. You had to almost physically stop yourself from fawning over the bewitching boy. "Well, you are now welcome everytime. I could use some company, " you said, feeling giddy. You smiled at each other. "Even if you only come here because of the strong and shiny wood table and the really good sofa and pillows. " "Y/N!" . You and Harry spent the next hour and a half talking and laughing (mostly quietly) with one another. You were just so happy with one another that you didn't want the day to end, afraid that your bond would suddenly disappear. You eventually opened your blanket because it was starting to get too chilly in the library to ignore, even with the flaming fireplaces. The two of you were now tucked in in the blanket, leaning against the many cushions against the line where the window and the wall would meet. Your shoulders, legs and arms were brushing under it, but neither of you made a single move to change that. The room was still packed, seeing that it was still technically early, but not for much longer, as dinner time was slowly approaching. "I absolutely love this weather. It's even more magical than Hogwarts itself," Harry sighed. "Didn't know Potter boy had now become weather boy, " you giggled. "Oh, fuck off, " he laughed, nudging your shoulder with his. "But really, I just love it. I think this dark grayish colour is my new favourite. Just after the colour of your eyes, of course, " Harry grinned. "Oh my, someone save me from this corny weather boy, please!" you mumbled dramatically. "But, honestly, it's my favourite too. I'm really hoping for it to rain tonight."  "Yeah, me too. It's one of the best feelings ever, " Harry said foundly. You frowned. "It's just so pretty. I don’t understand how some people don't like it." "Well, not everyone can have good taste, Y/N. Imagine if everybody liked treacle tart? A total tragedy, " Harry sighed in content, imagining one piece of his favourite dessert. He then pouted. "Now I'm hungry. Thank you very much, Y/L/N. " You laughed. You sure seemed to do that a lot with Harry around, and the butterflies in your belly were still yet to fly away. "It's almost dinner time, anyway. So don't worry much, I'll save you one tart when we get there, " you rolled your eyes. Harry's face fell, and he looked at the rest of the library. There was more noise now, almost everyone was exiting the room or cleaning their things up, heading towards the Great Hall. His friends were still at his previous table, some getting up and stretching (Harry could almost swear he heard Dean's back crack all the way to where he was sitting with you) and others making sure everything was in place. "Already?" He asked in a small voice, making you freak out over how cute the boy looked at the moment. Harry's eyebrows were furred and his pout grew even bigger. His pupils were so dilated that you almost couldn't see his green irises. He was sad and disappointed that he had to leave you and your spot, and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought. "Harry, " you called with your eyebrows raised, a smirk plastered on your face, "As much as your lost little puppy face amuses me, we should get going. I too want treacle tart, so let's go, " you teased, starting to put everything in your navy blue bag. "But Y/NNN, " Harry whined, dragging your name. "I am so comfortable right now. Don't want to get up. " "Are you always this dramatic?" you asked, crossing your arms. Harry gave you a lopsided grin, "Did you know that they say that my dad and Padfoot were total drama queens? Must be the genes." You cackled. You weren't even really sure of what, or who he was talking about but it didn't make it less funny. You pushed him off the sofa, yanking the blanket from him and shoving it into your bag, ignoring his protests. You swung your bag over one shoulder and looked up at Harry. "Ready?" Harry mumbled, "Could've at least let me keep the blanket..." You started to walk away, shaking your head, and Harry quickly followed you. "Honestly, Potter, we don't have all night!" "Hey- wait f'me!" Harry exclaimed, hurring to get to you. You just giggled in response, and the two of you made your way to the Great Hall. . Both you and Harry had to endure much teasing and many questions from their respective friends. Harry had his face hidden in his hands, wanting to evaporate out of there. You would play with your rings and roll your eyes at any stupid question. You rolled your eyes quite often. After the initial shock, the whispers and glances had started, annoying you profusely. Can't people just mind their own business? you thought.

Harry wanted to hide under the table, and he had now decided that he should really really really get new friends. Fortunately, the curious stares (at least the obvious ones) eventually stopped. Harry caught your eyes a few times and he made a silly face everytime that happened. You replied every time with another one, enjoying your new 'game'. When the desserts started to appear on the tables, you immediately took two pieces of one of the treacle tarts and lifted your plate excitedly as soon as you and Harry made eye contact again. Harry smirked, and lifted his own plate, showing you three pieces there.

One for you and two for me! he mouthed. You bursted out laughing, shaking your head and shoved a bit of the sweet into your mouth. As for Harry, treacle tarts never tasted better. But this didn't go unnoticed. Especially not the teachers table. Professor Flitwick started a whole bank of bets about his new pair; he and Fred and George Weasley would associate soon enough. "I just know they will be together by January,"  he whispered to himself. "Oh, don't be ridiculous, Filius. Christmas is their time, believe me," answered Professor McGonagall, having heard him clearly even over the room's noise. "February, " piped in Dumbledoor dreamily. "Or never, " grumbled Snape. Professor Sprout threw her water at him. Not long after dinner time had ended, the students went to their respective common room. You and Harry met at the bottom of one of the moving stairs, trying to get ready to go your own way. Ron, Hermoine and a few others waited for him a little far away, not wanting to wait for the teasing to continue. Awkward and flustered Harry was one of their favourites. "Well... I guess I'll see you around," you said, adjusting your bag while looking up at the fidgeting boy. "Yeah..." Harry trailed off, glancing around. He was hitting himself internally for being so lame. "Harry. " you called, lifting your hand to Harry's face so he would face her, thanking everything you knew for your newfound confidence. "Thank you for going to see me at the library. I am really glad you did," you smiled softly. "I am glad, too, " he whispered. Harry then grasped your hand, which was still in his face, and stroked the back of it for a bit. "Good night, Y/N." He eventually said, grinning at your red face. You huffed and pulled your hand away just to push him slightly back. "Don't get all mushy now, you wanker!" "Ah, you wished, Y/L/N, " Harry retorted, starting to walk back to his friends. He then looked at you again. "See you around!" "See you, " you waved and went back to your own friends. . It had been almost three months since that thursday evening, and you Harry really did see each other round. The duo became almost inseparable, if someone saw you, you would see Harry Potter not far away, and where you saw Harry you would see you close by. You had become very close with the rest of the Griffindor's. Harry eagerly introduced you to them a few days after you officially met, and you were welcome with open arms. As for Harry, he was quite nervous when meeting the other Ravenclaw's, but with your help, he soon made new friends with them too. The two of you, despite all of the circumstances, would always make time for one eachother everyday. Be it just relaxing by the black lake, studying at your spot in the library, or messing around the corridors. You had built a beautiful friendship in a very short period of time, and that both scared and amazed you. It was all just so natural. It was all just like it should be. Most said you were secretly dating. After all, you were always touching each other. Arms around the other shoulder or waist, sometimes holding hands, the occasional kisses in cheeks, forehead, head, and the frequent hugs. It all started when you noticed how touch starved Harry was. So, you first started to do small things when you two were alone; grab his hand, lean your head on his shoulder, linger a little longer in your before short awkward hugs. So, when you asked Harry if and how comfortable he was with your affections, and then if you could display them in public, you received a very excited nod from Harry and a very tight hug, as well as a kiss on your head.  

After that, neither of you stopped your affections. Feelings soon developed after your friendship blossomed, but neither you nor Harry acted on it. You liked how things were, you liked your intimate uncomplicated friendship. And besides, you thought that the others' feelings were purely platonic, afraid of rejection. Hermoine and Ron had yelled at the both of you because of it more often than not. It was almost Christmas time, and you couldn't wait for it. You would be seeing your family for the first time in a while, and then you would finally meet the rest of Weasleys, as Ron had invited you to spend the rest of the holiday at his house. When you knew that both Harry and Hermoine were going too, you couldn't help but say yes. Just a few more days. It was thursday again, and because of your now finished tests and exams, you and Harry decided to ditch the study day to spend the afternoon at the black lake. It was nostalgic. The afternoon was just the same as the day you had met, except this time the sky seemed even darker. There was still no wind, and there was still no rain, only the dark sky and the winter cold air. Harry had his back against one of the trees close by, and you were snuggled up to him, trying to block out the cold, even though the you two were under your warm red and black squared blanket. Harry's strong arms were wrapped around your figure perfectly, making you relish the fuzzy feeling that went through your bodies, as you both tried to get comfortable.

Your hair was pulled into a careless bun to keep it out of your face. A fluffy scarf was wrapped around your neck, and you had previously discarded your robe into a shorter and warmer dark blue cape. Your nose and cheeks were flushed with the cold temperature, but you could've sworn you had never felt so warm before. In your gloved hands was a securely held book, and you tried to get lost in its world. Which was very very difficult when Harry was just behind you, holding you, being the adorable boy he was. He had a black beanie in his head and some of his messy raven locks escaped underneath it. His nose and cheeks were pink as well, making his green eyes stand out. Harry wore a dark blue (almost black) hoodie which was a little big on him, but you almost died of how cute it looked on him. For the past half an hour, not much was spoken between you two. You wanted to just finish that chapter, and Harry was trying his best to not disturb you (although it was quite difficult for him to stay still). He first stared a little at you, as you were too beautiful to not to. Then, he read the book with you for a while, but quickly got distracted by the weather. It entranced him, just like in that day at the library. If he could, he would look at it for hours. Harry didn't notice when you closed your book, adjusted the blanket around you more tightly and looked up at him. Only when you lifted your hand to cup one of his flushed cheeks did Harry snap out of his trance. Harry leaned into your touch. "Hello there," he gave you a boyish smile. "Hi, weather boy," you grinned. You stroked his cheek slowly while your other hand reached for his crooked glasses. "I thought we agreed to not talking about that again," Harry frowned. But he wasn't really upset by it, if the amusement in his eyes were anything to go by. You shrugged. "You were making heart eyes at it again." "Well, it's just like the day we met! Remember?" Harry asked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Of course I do. Such a special day. The day I found out that the Harry James Potter fell in love with couches and tables." you said, trying to keep a straight face. But when Harry gave you the most done look you had ever seen, you bursted out laughing. "You will never let that go, will you?" Harry huffed, turning his face to the opposite side from you. "Never," you said. However, when you saw his pout, you couldn't resist and leaned to kiss his jaw. "But, honestly? It was one of the most important days of my life." Harry turned to you. "Why?" he asked curiously. "Because I got to meet the one who would become my favourite person," you smiled softly. Harry's heart was practically bursting out of his chest and he was very worried that you could hear it. He could only stare into your eyes, and the need to taste you was becoming too unbearable for him. A minute passed. Then two. And Harry finally opened his mouth. "I really want to kiss you right now, " he breathed. Your mind went almost completely blank, a very rare occurrence. All you knew was- one, if you were standing right now your legs would have probably given you up; two, the strange feeling in your belly was starting to become a little too intense; and three, you really wanted to kiss him too. It didn't take much for you to answer. "So why don't you?" You met half ways, neither was sure of who moved first. Your mouths were just pressing each other softly, relishing on the new mind-blowing feeling. Harry's lips were slightly chapped because of the cold and they moulded perfectly against your soft ones. It was a soft, innocent peck that lingered for some time. Harry pulled apart after a few seconds, opening his eyes and looking into yours. Harry's breathing was uneven matching your breathy one. And in one quick and craving move, you kissed again. Your hands were on Harry's chest, moving them in an up-and-down motion. Harry grabbed you by the torso and pulled you onto his lap, trying to get you as close as possible. This time, the kiss was passionate, almost desperate, as your mouths moved against each other. Neither cared about the air necessity; you didn't want to pull away, and Harry didn't really care if the oxygen in his lungs ended. Harry brushed his tongue against your bottom lip, making youpart them. Your tongues involved with one another, fighting for dominance. Your teeth would sometimes clash but not in a painful way, it was in a hungry one. You eventually gave up and let Harry explore your mouth. You focused now on the feeling of his body pressed on you; his well built (thank Merlin for quidditch) yet slim body. You travelled your hands up to his neck and your fingers played with the hairs that escaped the beanie on the nape of it. You then threw the beanie to where your book was lying, and ran your hands through his locks, no doubt making them even more messy. When your lungs were finally burning too much, you pulled away just enough for you to trail hot-mouthed kisses from the corner of Harry's mouth, to his jaw and his neck. Harry leaned his head slightly back so you could continue to leave kisses on his exposed skin. He was breathing hard, and he gripped his arms around your waist and torso for stability. His mouth was slightly agape, and he definitely wasn't much cold anymore. Harry didn’t even notice until now that the navy blanket fell just around your waists, keeping the lower part of your bellies and legs warm. You trailed her kisses back to his lips, leaving one chaste kiss there before pressing your forehead against Harry’s. Your breaths were ragged and neither of you had the energy just yet to open their eyes. A few minutes later, your eyes fluttered open and you saw Harry already staring at you with a small smile on his face. You didn’t really know what to say. Should you say thank you? Or confess your feelings for the boy. But wasn't it obvious? Well, Harry really could be very oblivious sometimes. Maybe you should just run and move out of the castle. You have always wondered what Beauxbatons looked like, maybe you could go there. But your thoughts were interrupted when Harry sighed. "You're so pretty," he whispered, as if talking would be too loud and ruin your moment. You chuckled. "I am going to be honest, this was the most unexpected thing I could have thought of when I woke up this morning, and I don't really know what to think, " you said, brushing your nose with Harry’s. "Oh, hm, was-was it bad? I-I'm sorry, didn’t mean to-" Harry started to ramble, and tried to pull away. "No! No, Merlin Harry, I'm sorry, didn’t mean to make you feel bad!" you rushed to say, and hugged him closer. "It was really perfect, I just don't know what this means for us now, you know? It's a little scary, that's all." Harry leaned in and brushed your lips together. He gave you a light kiss before pulling back with the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen. "Well, it would be a little awkward if now you said you didn’t like me back, but I'm pretty sure your mouth was saying something really different not even five minutes ago, so-" "You're a complete idiot, did you know that Harry Potter?" you exclaimed in disbelief. "Your idiot now." You looked like a little kid on Christmas. "My idiot." You snuggled against Harry's chest, being now turned sideways on his lap, and leaned your forehead into the junction of his neck and shoulder. Harry's arms were still closely wrapped around you. You then pulled the blanket up again, making sure it covered all of your bodies, trying to keep the warmth that didn't escape. Harry looked up at the clouds. The dark grey colour still stained them, and little drops of rain met the ground timidly. He didn’t notice when it had started raining thanks to the tree you and Harry were currently leaned on. The smiles on your faces didn't seem to want to leave. It seemed the same. Just like that thursday at the library, as if nothing had changed. But things really did change, and in the most unique and pure way possible. Harry returned his attention to the girl in his arms and hugged you tighter. A content sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes. Here he was, in his favourite place, his home; in Hogwarts, with this magic sky above him, almost protecting him from all his nightmares just because of it's magic aura, with you in his arms. How he got so lucky? He wasn't quite sure. But he finally was happy. Thank Merlin for thursdays, especially the ones with dark grey skies.

Request from an anon: Harry tells his parents he's gonna propose to Wolfstar!daughter and Lily gives him her engagement ring, a Potter family heirloom

A/N— this is such a wonderful request, actually. I had to use y/n once.

“I’m proposing.”

Harry isn’t the least bit nervous as he looks at his parents. He knows that this is what they’ve been waiting for since he asked you to be his girlfriend in fifth year, maybe even longer. He clears his throat softly and takes out the ring he chose. It’s beautiful and pricey. He didn’t think he could ever find a ring as gorgeous as you were but this one came close enough. He sits the the box on the table, and Lily shakes her head immediately.

Harry is surprised, to say the least. He knows how much she loves you. You’re like a daughter to her. And he knows that she knows how much he loves you. Harry looks at James, hoping his dad will clue him into what’s going through her head. He’s not much help as he hides his growing smile behind his hands. Before Harry has the time to question what’s going on, Lily slips her wedding ring off gently and places it in the palm of his hand.

Lily doesn’t hesitate as she closes his fingers around the ring. She gives her son a soft, motherly smile. “She’ll love this one. Just as much as I did.”

“It’s a Potter family heirloom,” James steps in, sensing how confused he still was. “It’s been in our family for ages. Your gramps gave it to your granny, I gave it to your mum, and…” Harry observes the ring as he finishes James’s thought. “I’ll give to y/n.” Harry knew you’d appreciate the tradition of it. The ring a bit worn from decades of use, but he knows you’d love it just the same.

HERBOLOGY - harry james potter.

a/n: hi! this isn't the best of my writing, but i just wanted to keeps this acc alive so i posted this fic. i lowkey don't like this fic, but hey, hope u enjoy this though!

summary: hufflepuff! reader wakes up in dread, what she didn't know was something that lighted her life forever.

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Y/N WAS SO SLEEPY, really. why would anyone not be in this cosy weather?

y/n would like to stay in bed and sleep all day, but susan being the most annoying person she is, woke y/n up.

when the two entered the great hall for breakfast, y/n couldn't help but fall asleep in susan's shoulder.

"get off me, idiot" susan scolded y/n, shoving her off. 

"but you're soooo comfortable, susan" y/n whined as she placed her head in susan's shoulder and started sleeping again. susan rolled her eyes, but let y/n sleep.

just as she was about to fall asleep, her second-most annoying friend, hannah decides to wake her up by stepping on her foot. 

this time, y/n was really up. "ouch! that hurts!"

"i don't care but, don't turn right away after i say this but, harry is looking at you," hannah whispered to y/n. 

y/n almost broke her neck while turning to face the gryffindor table just to see a certain raven-haired boy looking at her.

REALISING Y/N WAS LOOKING AT HIM, harry quickly turned to ron and hermione and pretended to be hearing whatever they were talking about.

"ron! when will you ever stop depending upon me and write your own history of magic essay?" hermione asked ron, quite aggressively.

"never ever, mione" he replied and went on to take the toast and shove it inside his mouth. hermione rolled her eyes.

"i am going to do it" harry said, suddenly. hermione and ron looked at him with questioning looks. "i am going to talk y/n l/n,"

"this is the thousandth time you told us this, harry" ron said immediately. harry rolled his eyes.

"thank you for those kind words, ron, but this time i am serious." harry added determinedly. 

"ronald you should stop discouraging harry, and i think this is a brave choice, but i think you would lose y/n as she's getting out of the great hall right now-" hermione started, before she could finish, harry was running towards y/n.

y/n was walking with hannah to the herbology class, even though hannah doesn't have herbology now. she just needed an excuse to see neville.

y/n stopped walking when she heard him calling her name.

y/n turned around to see harry potter walking, no, literally sprinting towards her. it was a rare sight. 

y/n tells to hannah to go ahead and waits for harry to catch his breath.

harry then, immediately says, "y/n, can we, uh, walktogethertoherbology" quite fastly and y/n couldn't catch him.

"i am sorry, harry, but would you repeat it couldn't catch it," y/n asked him.

harry turns a little red. clearing his throat, he starts, "can we walk together to uh, herbology?"

harry looks at her expectantly. how can she ever say no to him? 

"you don't have to, you know? it's just a request and it's completely fine if you don't-"

"no, no, i would love to walk with you, harry" y/n stops him, and a beautiful smile appears on harry's face.

harry insisted on taking her bag and as they started walking to the class. few jokes were shared as they walked, and honestly, it was the longest conversation the two ever had.

despite having to be in the same year and almost the same classes more than 5 years now, she and harry barely talked thanks to both of their lack of confidence when it comes to the other.

herbology would normally take longer minutes to reach, but while walking with harry, it only felt like seconds. 

the two, sadly had to be separate from each other when they reached the class.

but as soon as the class ended, harry rushed towards y/n and asked her out.

ofcourse, as a sane person would, y/n obviously said yes.

y/n was glad and thanked susan for waking her up early.

Hey guys!

Just found out if you tag something harry james potter x reader it appears in the james potter x reader tag.

Tumblr sucks lol, but please beware since the james tag is filled with harry fics.

It’s also the other way around, so i’m sure if you use this tag, you get some james fics.

Mistletoe | Harry Potter X Reader

House: Hufflepuff

Blood Status: Pureblood

(6th Year, She/Her)

Warning/s: None.

Read it on my Wattpad here! @merlinsbexrd

I do not allow my works to be republished in another site so please check in with me or at least give me credit!

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It was finally the Holidays and Christmas was just around the corner. A lot of students came home to visit their relatives while just a few of them stayed, I mean you don't blame them Christmas in Hogwarts was the best.

You were one of the few students who stayed, you stayed because your family had to go to another country for "personal purposes".

You were sitting down in the common room, reading a book, in your pyjamas. People don't even care about what you're wearing and that's what you love about in Hogwarts including the magic of course. As you finished reading your book, you decided to explore Hogwarts more. You constantly find yourself lost in these halls and show up 10 minutes late or more to Divination, you keep on forgetting your classes either which doesn't help at all.

Then you suddenly felt your stomach growl 'Dammit, not now I just left the common room..' You thought to yourself, you just passed the kitchens and you don't want to go walk over there again. You kept on walking until your stomach growled again 'I literally said later be patient my gosh.' Then you realized..you were arguing to your stomach 'Bloody hell.'

You had no choice but to go back down, you silently cursed to Dumbledore that we could've apparated and disapparated in Hogwarts but "oNlY aDulT wIZaRds AnD wItcHes aPpAraTe" You swore in Godric's name you'll never forgive the crime he did.

While walking down to the kitchens you see a figure move from the corner of your eye 'Huh?'

You paid no attention to it as you continued walking, then you heard footsteps. You stood there in shock thinking that it was a Prefect or a Professor. You quickly hid in the corridor, making sure your petite body couldn't be seen.

You cursed at yourself, apologizing for all the ridicule you said to Dumbledore.

"(Y/n)?" You heard a familiar voice.

'Uh oh, I've screwed goodbye, everyone, goodbye family. Bloody hell, I haven't even had my first kiss! Not to mention get married and have tiny humans running around my house. I am gone for, I'll join Cedric in the afterlife! Bloody hell I haven't even graduated yet! I haven't even-' Your thoughts were interrupted by a light tap on your shoulders. You saw no one there.

When you were about to scream bloody murder until Harry suddenly appeared.

"How did you get-"

"No questions asked." He answered quickly.

"Rude much?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"What?"

"Talk to the hand." You and Harry never get along, whenever Ron and Hermione try to make both of you talk to each other it just turns into an argument. They're really surprised you guys haven't broken each other's necks yet.

You both stood up from your hiding spot, adjusting a bit from the uncomfortable state you've been in.

"Why don't you like me?" Harry asked out of the blue.

"Huh?" You turned to him, giving him your full attention.

"Why don't you like me?" He repeated.

"Well, erm -- you're annoying?"

"What? That's it?"

"I don't know you're the one who started it" You shrugged and walked away, not wanting to breathe the same air as him.

"Wait!"

"What now?" You turned back to him.

"What did I do wrong?" Harry asked.

"I dunno, I'm just starving." You shrugged.

"Then why are we acting like this?"

"Because..." Your voice trailed off into thought. It's true, why do you both act like you hate each other for no reason whatsoever?

"Because what?"

"Just like I said Harry I don't know and I'm starving and I'll probably die of starvation if you don't stop asking me these questions I don't even know the answer to!"

"(Y/n), do you like me?"

"What?" You looked at him with a perplexed face.

"I mean it's the only reason why we're acting like this."

"Okay, you do you, Sherlock I just want to eat in peace."

"So you're not denying it?" Harry asked.

"Deny what?" You raised your brow.

"That you like me?'

"Since when?" You said battling your innocent eyelashes at him.

"Stop doing that." He said aggressively.

"Doing what?" You asked even though you know very well what you're doing.

"Dodging the question." He said in a sassy tone.

"What question?"

"Never mind," Harry said looking away and scratching the back of his head.

"Well then, I'll be off." You stated, but before you could walk away you see a mistletoe right above you and Harry.

"Oh," Harry exclaimed.

"Well then...it's just a useless tradition! Skipping it means nothing, right? Look at the time! It's 12:34 AM we have to sleep! Before-" You got cut off by a soft pair of lips against yours.

Harry suddenly realized your uncomfortable state and pulled away, "I- I'm sorry! I should've asked before doing so,"

"It's okay, Harry." You said and pulled him into a long kiss. But as much as you wanted to feel his glossy lips on yours you both had to pull away for air.

"So, that happened."

"Yeah, so -- what now?" You never thought your first kiss would be THIS awkward. Then you woke up with a book in your hand in the common room.

"Huh?" You said in a hoarse voice.

Then reality hit you, you were just dreaming.

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Drabble request from Anon: Fame!AU where Harry wins his first Oscar for Best Actor and Wolfstar!daughter is his date.

Harry doesn’t tear his eyes away from you as he says his acceptance speech. You helped him practice it the whole way to the award ceremony, having no doubt he’d need it. Harry was an amazing actor. Anyone who watched his films could feel the passion he had for his craft through the way he brought his characters to life; making it feel as if you were walking through life with them. That’s one of the things that earned him his very first Oscar award.

As Harry continues his speech you can’t stop beaming at him. You were so proud of him and happy he was getting the recognition he deserved. Harry thanks his family, his friends, and of course, all his fans, but right before he walks off stage a dopey smile forms on his face.

“And I would like to thank my love and muse, y/n. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.” Your heart warms at his words and you blow him a kiss.

Drabble request from an Anon: Harry helps take care of Wolfstar!daughter when she has a cold.

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Harry gives your forehead a warm kiss as he readjusts your blankets for the fourth time in under thirty minutes. “Feeling better?” He says sympathetically as he strokes your collarbone with his thumb. Your skin is extremely warm to the touch but you’re still shivering and layering on blankets. “A b-bit. I’m not p-puking anymore so there’s t-that.” You’re still shivering as you reach for water to soothe your aching throat. Harry gets you another blanket.

There’d been a nasty outbreak of the flu around Hogwarts, half the student body had not only had it but given it to their friends as well. You just were one of an unlucky many. Harry adds the fifth blanket to the ongoing pile on top of you. You give him a small smile before letting out an aggressive cough into your elbow. Harry frowns; stroking your hair. “That’s no good love. Do you need more medicine?” You can’t help the disgusted look that comes across your face at the thought of the cherry-flavored liquid. You immediately shake your head and reach out to pull him next to you instead.

Harry just chuckles as he moves into bed with you, allowing you to become mush against his chest and fall into a much-needed nap as he rubs your back in a slow, soothing pattern.

Drabble request from anon: Wolfstar!daughter helps takes care of Harry after he gets injured (and wins) in quidditch

A/N — hey Nonnie! Sorry this took so long!! This was really fun to write, thank you for requesting!

Send a request here.

You help Harry settle into bed as carefully as you can. You kiss his forehead and sit next to him, carefully wrapping his hand in yours. Harry takes one look at you and he can already see the worry lines forming. He kisses your palm and looks down at his leg, wrapped up in a cast because of his own competitive nature. Gryffindor and Slytherin matches were always intense. Both teams were usually neck and neck until someone caught the snitch, but not this time. Slytherin had been up by several points. Harry couldn’t just let them win or he wouldn’t hear the end of it until the next time they played them!

And so, the epic chase for the snitch began. He and Malfoy both race after the snitch, but Harry ends up ahead. He’d been so caught up and grabbing the thing that by the time he did, he hadn’t noticed himself slipping off the broom. He took a nasty fall, twisting his leg in a way that simply wasn’t natural. However even as he was wincing in pain he managed to hold up the snitch, confirming that he had indeed caught the snitch and won the game. He basks in the cheering of the crowd all the way to the hospital wing.

Harry chuckles at himself and you roll your eyes, remembering how worried you’d been when you saw him fall. You’d pushed though at least half the student body to him as they carried him off. Now that Harry’s bone had been set and nothing was twisted, he could laugh about it. You still couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than worry as you looked at his leg, locked up in that ugly cast. Just as you’re about to start your usual fussing though, Harry grabs your shoulder and slowly brings your body down so you can lay on his chest. You can’t help but relax into him as whispers to you. “At least I won. It’d be pretty embarrassing if I broke my leg and still didn’t catch the snitch, don’t you think?”

You can’t stop yourself from letting out a small snort. You cast him a look, silently telling him to cool it. He just laughs a little louder and kisses your forehead.