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pr33tylul · 11 months

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late night confessions

harry potter x fem!reader

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info: muggle AU, characters are 17, Romione's here bitches!

warnings: cursing, smut, loss of virginity (mutual), misleading fluff

word count: 3.1k

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1:52 A.M.

“Harry,” said Y/N.

Harry pressed pause on his Xbox and turned to her. “Yeah?”

“Can we get snacks?” she asked him, getting off his couch and walking toward him in the middle of the room where he sat in front of the TV.

It was Friday night and Hermione, Ron, and Y/N had gone to Harry’s house for a sleepover after school ended that day. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the couch that Y/N was previously on, sitting a few feet apart from each other. The only light illuminating the room came from the TV and a hall light nearby.

“Sure,” Harry said, putting his controller on the ground and standing up from his chair. “What are you thinking?”

“Pizza!” Ron cheered, earning a small groan from Hermione who had been “resting her eyes”.

Y/N turned to Ron, “I was thinking more like gas station food. Any objections?” she looked around from Harry to Ron, to Hermione. No one objected so she clapped her hands and said, “Great! Slurpees it is,”

Harry smiled. “Okay, sounds good. Ron, what do you want?”

“I’ll have whatever,” Ron said, slumping back into the couch from the lack of pizza at the gas station. “Just not a soda-flavoured Slurpee, only Blue Raspberry,”

“‘Kay,” Harry said, then turned to Hermione. “Hermione?”

She opened her eyes and said, “Does it look like I want anything?”

Y/N, Ron, and Harry looked at her.

“No, I don’t want anything.” she finally said, getting tired of them looking at her.

Harry gave her a tight-lipped smile and nod before she closed her eyes again.

“Okay, I’m going to get my shoes and wallet, then we’ll head out,” he told them. He then ran up the stairs as quietly as possible, careful not to wake his parents.

As Y/N waited for Harry, she put her shoes and coat on and stood by the back door. A few minutes later, Harry came tip-toeing down the stairs ready with his wallet in his pocket. Y/N opened the door and walked with Harry into his garage.

“Do you want to bike or walk?” he asked her, motioning to the three bikes that sat next to the garage door. Y/N thought for a moment before deciding that it would probably be better to walk so they could carry the things they bought. He agreed and they started the walk to the gas station.

Y/N took a quick glance back at the window into the basement and saw a light turn on. She assumed that Ron got bored and wanted to do something, but couldn’t see, so he turned a lamp on.

During the walk to the mart, she and Harry talked about school and summer break, which was soon. Y/N said she loved the warmer weather, and Harry said he prefers autumn. As they walked, Y/N looked at the street lamps that shone on the empty road below. She had always loved nighttime, it was like she was in her own world. No cars to give her a headache (or people), just her and Harry.

The weather that day had been quite hot, sure to give you a slight sunburn if you were to stay in the sun for too long. But now that it was night, it was the perfect temperature, with some clouds, but some gaps in the sky where she could see stars. The moonlight was also beautiful, illuminating patches of darkness the street lamps couldn’t reach.

The walk was probably about ten minutes, and thankfully when they arrived, they weren’t extremely exhausted. Y/N sprinted into the mart and headed straight for the candy section, Harry following close behind her.

She grabbed some of her favorites, while Harry grabbed one for him and some he thought Ron and Hermione would like. They both then went over to the Slurpee machine and grabbed three cups. Y/N filled hers with Blue Raspberry and Cherry, Harry filled his with Cherry, and they got another one for Ron with Blue Raspberry.

“Hey,” Y/N whispered, looking over her shoulder to the sleeping cashier as she put the lid on her cup. “You think we could nick these?”

Harry looked at her with a bewildered expression before saying, “No, Y/N! What are you thinking–?”

“I’m kidding!” she assured him, nudging his arm with hers. “Just testing you,”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “Sure,”

She smiled at him before walking up to pay. Y/N had to clear her throat three times – with Harry laughing behind her – to wake up the cashier. Harry then handed her his wallet and she gave the cashier the money. She thanked the cashier and gave Harry his Slurpee and candy, then walked out with Harry, trying not to drop anything.

Harry took the bags of candy and put them in Y/N’s bag. With one hand free, Y/N took $10 out of Harry’s wallet and put it into her pocket before giving him his wallet back.

“I saw that,” he said, taking his wallet back and putting it into his pocket.

“I know,” Y/N said simply. “But you didn’t stop me,”

“No, I didn’t,” the corners of Harry’s lips tugged into a small smile. They then started the walk back to his house, giggling about things that made no sense since they were on a sugar high already from the Slurpees; Y/N had drunk two-thirds of hers before they even got back.

They snuck back into the garage and into the house. Shutting the door behind them, Y/N saw that the lamp was still on, but then looked over to the couch and saw Ron and Hermione sitting, wide awake, waiting for them.

“Hi,” Hermione said cheerfully. “What did you get?”

Y/N gave her a confused look before taking the bag of candy for Hermione out of her bag and tossing it to her. She then tossed Ron’s candy to him and walked over to give him his Slurpee.

“Thanks!” Ron said, looking at his bag of gummy peach rings. “I love these!”

“Thank Harry,” Y/N said, pointing to Harry, who had just walked over after changing into his pyjamas.

Ron looked to Harry. “Thanks, mate,” he said before tossing a gummy into his mouth.

“No problem,” Harry replied, taking a sip of his Slurpee.

Hermione silently ate her bag of Starburst minis.

Y/N kicked her shoes off and put her bag onto the couch before plopping herself next to Hermione. She looked at Hermione while taking a sip of her Slurpee, then she saw something that made her choke.

She coughed. Harry, rushing over to pat her on the back, asked, startled, “What happened?”

With her eyes watering, she said, “Nothing, sorry. Must’ve swallowed it wrong,” but it came out sounding like a question.

“Bloody idiot,” Ron laughed. Y/N gave him a suspicious side-eye before looking at Hermione and asking, “Hey, Hermione, can I talk to you in private please?”

Hermione gave her a look before agreeing and following her into the near bathroom. Y/N shut the door and turned the light on, Hermione’s back facing the mirror.

“Turn around,” Y/N said. Hermione turned around and looked at her reflection. She squinted at her neck before letting out a loud groan.

“Fuck!” she whined at the sight of three hickeys on the left side of her neck. “He said he couldn’t see any!”

“I knew it!” Y/N said gleefully. “You and Ron are fucking?!”

“Shhh! Keep your voice down!” Hermione whispered urgently.

“How long?” Y/N asked, still smirking.

Hermione glared at her before answering. “Seven months,”

“Shit,” Y/N whispered. “I thought it would’ve only been like, 5,”

“How did you know?” Hermione asked her, putting her hands on her hips.

Y/N looked at her with an 'it’s so obvious' look. “I just knew,” she said. “I’ve seen the times you glance at each other, or when you smile when he says something barely nice when we’re around,”

Hermione sighed and smiled. “He’s just so great, Y/N. I’m glad he likes me, I didn’t think he did for the longest time.”

“Really?” Y/N said, shocked. “I thought it was so obvious that he had an interest in thee Hermione Granger,”

Hermione blushed. “Shut up. I’m oblivious, apparently.”

“Yes, you are,” Y/N smirked.

Hermione turned back to her reflection and said, “But Y/N, can you please help me hide these?”

“Mione, don’t worry,” she said. “It’s 2 in the morning. If we just say we’re tired, the boys will turn the lights off and I can help you cover them tomorrow,”

“Right, thanks, Y/N,” she said. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,”

“It’s alright, love,” Y/N said. “I’m glad you two are happy,”

Hermione smiled before asking, “Wait, is there anything between you and Harry?”

Y/N burst out laughing. “God, no! I think he sees me as his little sister or something,”

“But how do you see him?” Hermione asked knowingly.

Y/N hesitated. It took her a minute to answer. “I don’t know,” she sighed.

Hermione gave her a look of pity. “Hey, It’s okay, you can tell me,”

“I think I like him,” Y/N admitted. “But I don’t think he likes me. He always treats me like, I don’t know, a friend? Or a sister? Sorry, I don’t know what I’m talking about,”

Hermione looked at her, thinking, then smiled wide. “Maybe you’re the oblivious one,”

“I– what?” Y/N asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes playfully. “Come on! Have you seen the way he looks at you? I think he’s in love,”

“Yeah, right,” said Y/N, rolling her eyes. Yet she couldn’t help the heat that rose to her cheeks.

“Come on,” Hermione urged. “Make a move on him tonight, and if he takes it weird, I’ll pay you twenty dollars,”

“Deal,” Y/N said without thinking. After a second, she realized what she had just agreed to.

“Wait, I take it back–” she started.

“Nope,” interrupted Hermione. “Too late, you have to now,”

“Ughhhhhh, fine,” Y/N groaned. She sighed in defeat before opening the bathroom door and walking out before Hermione.

“Wait here,” she whispered to Hermione before walking over to Harry and Ron.

“Hey, guys,” she said, faking a yawn. “Can we turn the lights off? Hermione and I are tired,”

“Sure,” Harry said. He then got up and turned off the lamp by the sofa. He asked Y/N if the hall light bothered her. She said no, he said okay.

Ron yawned and snuggled into a blanket, closing his eyes and starting to snore.

“Okay, Mione,” Y/N said, walking up to the bathroom door and opening it an inch. “You can come out now,”

“Thanks,” Hermione said as she walked out into the dark sitting room and plopped herself next to Ron, not worrying about the looks that Harry was giving them.

“Wha–” Harry started in a whisper before Y/N cut him off.

“Harry, can we go into the bathroom for a sec?” she asked him as her hands shook. He agreed and followed her into the small bathroom.

“What is it?” he asked her as he shut the door behind them. “Are you okay?” he added, noticing her shaking hands.

“I’m fine,” she lied. “I just, uhm, well,”

“Hey, what’s up?” he said, looking at her with a hint of worry in his eyes. Y/N looked up at him and sighed.

“Fuck it,” she mumbled under her breath.

She stood up straighter to hide her nervousness, then asked with false confidence, “How do you feel about me?”

Harry looked at her for a minute. “I don’t understand,”

She grumbled slightly. “How do you feel about me? Like, really feel about me?”

Y/N could see the moment he understood reflected on his face.

“Well, you’re my best friend,” he said. “And, I care for you so much, and love you so much–”

“So just friends?” Y/N asked quickly.

“Well,” Harry hesitated. “I had a crush on you for a while. Is that what you wanted to know?”

“What?” Y/N asked, shocked. “When?”

Harry looked at her with a look of defeat on his face. “I mean, since we were 13,”

“Since?” Y/N asked just above a whisper.

Harry nodded. “Are you mad–?” he started to question before he was cut off by a pair of lips on his. Y/N had realized what he meant and went for it. It was the best feeling she’d had the whole year.

Harry kissed her back, of course. Placing his hands on her waist while hers went to his hair. He adored the feeling of her fingers raking their way through his curls, so much so that he let out a small groan.

Y/N noticed this and continued combing his hair roughly. Harry’s hands descended a bit and started squeezing her hips. She let out a sigh of pleasure and began kissing Harry more eagerly. Harry then traveled his kisses to her jaw, then to her neck, and finally to her collarbone, finding the spot immediately, receiving a whine from Y/N. Harry stayed there for a minute, ensuring there would be a mark.

Y/N thrust her hips towards Harry’s, needing some sort of friction; she could already feel how soaked she was. Harry let out a moan, not expecting her sudden movement. He pushed himself closer to her, silently agreeing that they needed more. Harry pulled away only for a moment to pull his tank top over his head, panting as he did so. Y/N delayed their lips meeting for only an instant as she did the same, taking her shirt off and revealing her half-exposed chest.

“Hey,” Harry panted. “Sit on the counter,”

Y/N obliged and hopped onto the sink top, her legs hanging off the side. The cold porcelain made her shiver. Harry kissed her again, she kissed him back. With Harry standing between her legs, Y/N rest her arms on his shoulders as he kissed down her neck once more, this time, going a bit further and kneading her chest as he did so, earning a moan from her.

Harry paused and looked up at her for a second. “Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?”

Y/N nodded as she was out of breath. Harry took a hand and lifted her chin to meet her eyes, then said, “I need words, love,”

“Okay, I’ll tell you,” she said, looking into his eyes.

Harry kissed her on the lips, then dove back down to continue on her chest, making her let out sounds of pleasure. His hands went to her back, unclasping her bra. He did it surprisingly fast for having zero experience whatsoever. Her bra fell to her knees and Harry began kissing lower on her chest.

“Fuck,” Y/N threw her head back as Harry started sucking on her left tit, his hand reaching to play with her right. His tongue swirled around her hardened nipple. He continued this for a few minutes, switching back and forth, making sure she got the best experience he could give her.

Harry returned to her lips as he shuffled his pants down to his ankles and slid them off, leaving him in only his boxers. Y/N reached her hand down to palm his length through the devastatingly thin fabric. If only she could make it disappear.

Harry let out a groan, resting his head on her shoulder for a moment. He then pulled away for a second to ask, “You want to do this?”

“Yes,” Y/N assured him. “I do,”

He kissed her forehead before reaching down to take his boxers off, revealing his erection. Y/N quickly slid her shorts off, then her underwear, leaving her bare on the countertop, cold on her exposed pussy.

Y/N shifted so she was hanging off the edge of the sink. Harry stepped closer and ran his tip along her dripping folds.

Harry began slowly pushing himself into her, pausing every few seconds to make sure she was okay.

“Fuck, Harry. More,” she begged, digging her nails into his shoulder while her other arm supported her on the sink. Harry obliged and pushed himself in all the way, making him and Y/N let out loud moans.

“Wait a second,” Y/N said, adjusting to his size. After a minute, she told him to move. He pulled out slightly, then back in a bit. He repeated this until he had Y/N begging him to go faster.

Y/N reached down to circle her clit as Harry thrust in and out of her. One of his hands held her hip, while the other gripped onto the sink. He prayed they wouldn’t break it.

“Faster, please,” Y/N panted. Harry’s thrusts became more and more intense. The sound of slapping skin and moaning filled the small bathroom.

Harry got deeper and deeper, hitting Y/N’s G-spot perfectly. Y/N wrapped her legs around Harry’s torso, finding the perfect angle.

He kept fucking her rough, her moans were music to his ears, sounding so desperate, telling him to go faster, rougher. Fuck, it made him want her more and more.

Y/N could feel herself nearing her climax as she rubbed her soaked clit faster. Harry’s groans of pleasure pushed her over the edge, coating his dick in her cum. Her thighs squeezing together.

Harry kept thrusting even after she came. He was so close. The feeling of her walls clenching around him made the process faster. His thrusts got sloppier. Y/N could feel his dick twitching inside of her, and moments later, she felt him coat her insides with white.

Y/N sat, panting, while Harry pulled out, making her moan. Harry watched their mixed cum drip from her pussy. He reached around Y/N to dampen a washcloth with warm water. He began cleaning Y/N up, gently wiping her down.

“You okay?” he asked as he cleaned her thighs.

“Mhm,” she hummed, her eyes drooping and her legs twitching. “You were amazing,”

Harry smiled. “I could say the same for you, pretty girl,” He stood up and kissed Y/N lovingly, holding her face gently.

“I love you.” Y/N mumbled against his lips.

She felt Harry smile. “I love you.” he whispered to her.

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pr33tylul · 11 months

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Request: y/n starts to feel self conscious around Harry and other people.

This request was suggested by @Fr3nch1e

House: gryffindor

Year: 6th year

(Ps No voldy moldy cheese so bambi and lily are alive in this but won't talk or come up 🤭)

(Another thing... STAN JAMES POTTER)

I'll shut up now.

Y/n stood there in her gryffindor dorm room that she had shared with her best friend Hermione granger. She couldn't help but to compare herself to her. She looked in the mirror looking at the reflection, she let a few tears fall. Just standing there in her undergarments sucking in her stomach. She looked away disgusted at her reflection . She put on her robes and looked in the mirror again. "Why couldn't I be pretty like Hermione?" She thought to herself. Hermione was perfect in every way. Why couldn't she have the body like most girls around hogwarts?

She had walked out of the portrait door as the bell to the first class had rang. She'd missed breakfast.

"Y/n where we're you? You weren't at breakfast Harry was looking everywhere for you?" Hermione whispered to her friend as they had worked on brewing a potion.

Y/n didn't look up at all as she could feel the chosen ones eyes dig into the back of her skull. "Overslept, sorry" she let out a nervous laugh.

Y/n knew Harry had notice a change in her behaviour, she knew Hermione did to. It wasn't like y/n to 'oversleep.'

"Is everything okay with you? You've been acting a bit different?" Y/n was quick to answer "different? Different how?" She let out another nervous smile. "Y/n I'm your bestfriend if you need to speak to someone you know I'm always here right?" "I know Hermione and everything is fine" she lied.

Y/n had sat at the gryffindor table uncomfortable. Ron was stuffing his face like normal, Hermione having her nose stuffed in a book and then Harry just holding her while eating. Y/n looked down at her plate as she started to put on some fruit and some bread. It didn't take her long.

"Is that all you're eating baby?" Harry looked down at her. "Yeah not hungry really. Guess that's what you get for oversleeping"

"So you're not gonna have a slice of butterscotch tart? Your favourite?" Ron had piped up into the conversation. Y/n shook her head as Ron raised his eyebrows. "Weird." He put a spoonful of jelly in his mouth. "Y/n you've been oversleeping all week. What do you do at night?"

She didn't answer Hermione's question. Y/n had carefully moved Harry's hand from around her waist and stood up. "I'll see you after class" she pecked Harry's lips then walked off.

"God Hermione what have you done to the poor girl. Class don't start for another 20 minutes." Ron had laughed while Hermione had rolled her eyes. Harry on the other hand had gotten up and followed her.

Y/n had walked into the common room. Y/n made her way to her dorm to the very same mirror she was looking in this morning.

She lifted up her top to see if she'd looked any bigger. Thoughts ran through her head. Did Harry think she looked overweight? "What was he thinking when he was holding me" she thought. Again tears sliped down her cheeks.

"Y/n?"

She turned to see her lover.

"Harry, shouldn't you Be at lunch?" She wiped the tears and tucked in her shirt. "What's going on? Why are you crying." He moved foward to hold her but she stepped back. "Why do you keep pushing me away?" His voice raised a little.

"Do I look overweight to you?" The question had slipped out. Harry's face had dropped when she said it. "No why would you think that?"

That was it. The tears just kept coming and coming.

"Out of all girls you picked me? Why? There's nothing pretty about me? You could of had Ginny she's perfect for you. Perfect body. She's bloody gorgeous unlike me." She took a breath "I hate myslef Harry. Look at me I'm a disaster!" She shouted. "I'm so fucking ugly, so fat and just disgusting" she cried.

"Y/n you have no idea how wrong you are. Love your perfect. In every way shape or form. Your not fat or ugly. Your beautiful. That cute little laugh you have, that smile" he walked closer to her. Wrapping her arms around her. "No one's perfect" she looked away from him. "But your perfect to me" He forced her to look at him. "I fell in love with you because of how nice and caring you are. How beautiful you are. I love every little thing about you and that includes your body."

Y/n had let out a little smile as Harry wiped her tears away.

"I love you, so much" y/n said pulling him into a kiss. "I love you too, always."

#harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry x y/n #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter smut #harry james potter smut #harry james potter x you #harry potter

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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I swear someone has just tagged me in something but it’s not showing me where to go 😭

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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cold kisses ✧

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harry potter x gn!reader

word count: 1k

summary: cute little scenario of harry being sleepy and wanting kisses ♡

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“Y/N?” Harry’s voice pulls you from your book as he walks into the common room after his quidditch practice.

“Harry, hi,” you greet him. He walks over and plops himself onto the sofa next to you. Harry’s still in his quidditch sweater, which is a bit too big for him. He pulls the sleeves over his hands to make paws.

“You okay? How was practice?” you ask him, putting your book down and patting your lap, inviting him to lie down. He sometimes reminded you of a puppy.

“Fine, and good,” he says softly. He leans down and stretches across your lap, groaning as he does. The wind messed up his hair, sticking everywhere, but not much more than usual. You stroke his hair as he leans into you more, undoing any small knots the wind had created.

His cheeks grow warm from the fireplace that is always lit. He sighs in contentment as the warmth spreads through his body.

“Need a shower?” you ask. He doesn’t reply for a moment, then nods his head. “Yeah,”

“Okay, well, go,” you nudge his head lightly.

“I don’t want to,” he says. “You’re comfortable.”

“My lap will still be here after your shower, Harry,” you say, smiling. “Now go, love. Take a nice, relaxing shower,”

He tilts his head to look at you. “Okay,” he proceeds to roll off of the sofa, hurting his behind in the process.

“Owww,” he groans tiredly. “That hurt,”

“No shit, Harry,” you sigh. “Now shoo, before I drag your arse up to your dorm,”

He lets a small smile slip onto his face before getting up and going to shower, but not before kissing you on the cheek.

You pick your book up and continue reading as he showers. After a while, you check the clock and see it’s been thirty minutes and you start to wonder if he fell asleep in the shower.

You put your book down and walk up to his dorm. You knock and wait for a sign of protest but hear nothing, so you open the door.

Walking in, you look over to see Harry lying in his bed with damp hair and no shirt on. He looks asleep, but you confirm he isn’t when you hear a muffled hi coming from his direction.

You look around to make sure the other beds are empty (they were), then walk over to him and sit beside him.

“How was your shower?” you ask him, reaching over and rubbing his bare shoulder. He flinches slightly at your cold touch.

“Good,” he seems to be talking to his pillow.

A sudden idea pops into your head. “Hey, sit up,”

He lifts his head to give you a questioning look.

“Love, sit up,” you repeat.

He stretches before obliging. He now sits next to you on the bed, his eyelids drooping slightly.

“Good,” you say quietly before crawling behind him on the bed and sitting down again. You raise your hands and begin massaging his shoulders so he can relax.

He tensed up for a second. You questioned why in your head for a moment before realizing why he felt so warm; your hands had been cold before.

“Sorry,” you say. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, it’s okay, they’ll get warmer as you go on,” he says. “But that sure woke me up.”

A small laugh escaped your lips as you continued with your massage.

“How did everyone do during practice?” you ask him. Your hands are getting warmer now.

“Everyone did fine,” he says. “Ron missed a few, and Katie got lightheaded after an hour, but other than that, it was good.”

“That’s good,” you agree. “D’you think I'd make a good player?”

“With your aim? No way,” he jokes. “But maybe a beater. Do you like hitting things?”

“Sometimes,” you say. “One time I actually hit my sibling with a pillow and knocked them off our loft bed,” you cringe and half smile at the memory.

“Ouch,” he says.

“Yeah,” you say. “Maybe next year I’ll try for beater, who knows?”

“That’d be cool,” Harry says. “I’d get to boss you around, ha!”

“You already can, Harry,” you say without thinking. Your face turns red in realization but thankfully Harry can’t see.

“I– what?” he turns around with a slight smirk as he notices your shocked state.

You quickly compose yourself and say with as much confidence as you can muster, “You heard me. You already can.”

He narrows his eyes for a moment. “Okay, then. Get off the bed.”

You didn’t think he’d actually start to boss you around, but you oblige anyway. You crawl around him and off the bed, now standing in front of him. “Is that it?” you ask.

“Now, kiss me.”

You look at him. “Is that it?”

“Maybe,” he says. “Now do as I say. Please?”

“Fine,” you roll your eyes playfully before leaning forward and giving him a swift peck on the lips.

“Hey! That wasn’t a kiss!” he whines as you back away.

“It was!” you say.

“Barely,” he retorts.

“Fine,” you say as you walk up to him. Harry scoots back on the bed to make room for you to sit. You sit down and look from his eyes to his lips.

His hand cups your jaw as you both lean in for a kiss. Your hands go to his warm shoulders as your lips meet and suddenly your whole body is warmer than just a few seconds ago.

You lean into him to somehow feel him more, which makes the kiss more intense. One of his hands goes to rest on your hip and all of a sudden you’re sitting on his lap.

You pull away for air after a moment. “Good enough kiss?” you ask him.

“Almost,” he says. He leans forward once again and pecks your lips once, twice, then a third time before he says, “Okay, good.”

You smile and kiss him on the nose.

Harry pulls you with him as he lies down on his back, your head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around you protectively.

“I’m warm now,” you say. “Thank you for sharing your body heat.”

“No problem, love,” he says through a yawn. “Can we sleep now?”

“Of course,” you say. “Goodnight, Harry.”

“Night, Honey,” he whispers.

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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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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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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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

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i will always be here — h. potter

pairing: harry potter x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary: the chosen one finds that you're having a panic attack.

word count: 1,588 words

warnings: FLUFF, panic attack, mentions of cedric diggory's death...

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harry james potter was currently sitting with his two best friends - hermione and ron - in the great hall for dinner. like always, it became a routine for him to read his fancy advanced potion making book (with the added notes from the half-blood prince) during his dinner, completely oblivious to what his friends were talking about. they were now on good terms after the whole… lavender brown incident and harry intended to keep it that way.

yet, he was distracted by a new spell he found in his book.

hermione and ron, however, were talking amongst themselves. it just so happened they were talking about y/n y/l/n, a witch who was also in her sixth year of hogwarts. you didn’t even have to talk to her to know she was a hufflepuff. it was obvious, even without her uniform. people always said her kindness would throw her in a ditch one day.

it seemed that today, the saying was right - once again.

“y/n was actually supposed to meet me in the library today,” stated hermione, fiddling with her food as she spoke, “but she didn’t show up.”

“well, why was she meeting you?” ron replied, stuffing dessert into his mouth as hermione rolled her eyes.

“i was supposed to help her study. for DADA, of course,” her chin was now in her palm. “i love y/n, but… she’s dreadful at the subject.”

ron laughed in return. “well, snape isn’t exactly helping. the poor girl’s terrified of him.” hermione sighed, shifting her legs as her gaze travelled along to the great hall’s entrance.

“huh… well, there she is now.” harry had now snapped out of his daze after hearing the mention of y/n. harry was, of course, quite fond of y/n. you could say he had a soft spot for the hufflepuff girl. they had been friends since first year after the girl had graciously helped him with his potions homework. y/n even joined the DA during fifth year - she believed harry from the start about cedric diggory’s death.

cedric was also a great friend of y/n’s, seeing as they were both in hufflepuff, and it broke her heart to hear the news of his passing. when harry revealed it was because of you-know-who’s reappearance, it was the only logical explanation. cedric diggory was a great wizard, his death could not have been an accident.

harry’s eyes quickly shifted over to y/n, who didn’t look like her usual, vibrant self. instead, her eyes had been quite red and her lips were quivering as if she had just been crying. harry’s eyes furrowed as she sat down next to her friends at her table - she had not said a word.

it was then that her eyes glazed over towards the professors’ table at the front of the great hall. one look at professor snape explained it all. and to make things worse, pansy parkinson had suddenly walked past, muttering a snarky comment as daphne greengrass giggled along.

that was all it took for y/n to run out of the hall, unable to contain her emotions. and that was all it took for the chosen one to rush after her, even leaving his potions book at the table with hermione and ron.

y/n had run upstairs onto the third floor, sitting by a window which showed the evening sunset. she used to frequently have panic attacks because of a certain slytherin group but she had learnt to control them.

this evening was… different. she had bottled up her emotions for too long and it had all come crashing down tonight. her breathing became erratic as she collapsed against the window, tears streaming down her cheeks as she continuously mumbled to herself.

“stop crying, stay strong,” she had said. but it might’ve made it worse.

she didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards her once she had buried her face into her hands. she didn’t want anyone to see her. y/n was always the one comforting people whenever they were stressed, angry, upset… whenever it came to her, no one would come to her aid.

except one.

harry had knelt down to y/n’s level, careful not to touch her. he was one of the only people who knew how to deal with her panic attacks. he knew trying to hug y/n would only make her panic more.

“y/n…” he whispered, loud enough for her to hear. she was still sobbing, but she had heard him.

“w-who’s t-there?” she whispered back, refusing to show her face.

“it’s harry. it’s only me.” y/n whimpered, hating that harry had seen her like this again. as much as she appreciated harry, she hated that she was vulnerable when it came to the chosen one. she felt like all she could do in front of harry was be a crybaby.

y/n had said nothing else, but hearing his voice had calmed her a little. her sobs had slowed down, but they were still there. harry had spoken again. “can i see your face?”

y/n, reluctantly, removed her hands from her face, looking down at her lap as she struggled to control her breathing. harry took a once-over at her appearance before his gaze softened, his eyes never leaving y/n’s face.

“y/n, where are we?” y/n’s lips quivered as she closed her eyes, her throat feeling more closed up as her voice came out barely above a whisper.

“h-hogwarts. our s-school. we’re on the third floor.” harry nodded.

“what can you see? around us?” y/n’s eyes looked up as she tried breathing in and out.

“um... a w-window,” she finally looked at harry, who was smiling at her. she carried on, “p-paintings. a s-staircase.”

“good! good, can you smell anything?” y/n nodded.

“t-there’s the food d-downstairs. and your pinewood body wash.” harry chuckled at that, causing y/n’s lips to form a small smile as well. by now, y/n’s breathing had slowed down a lot. the tears had stopped forming and she wiped them away with the sleeve of her robe. she closed her eyes, hugging her knees once again.

“have you calmed down, y/n?” she nodded slowly. “that was the quickest you’ve ever come down from a panic attack,” harry added, causing her to open her eyes. “i’m proud of you.”

“thank you,” y/n whispered, giving another smile as harry sat next to her.

“hermione said you two were supposed to study in the library,” said harry, looking at the girl beside him. his eyes flickered all over y/n's face, making sure she had stopped crying.

“i-i didn’t mean to leave here there, i promise,” y/n replied while harry nodded. “i just- professor snape told me to stay behind.”

harry sucked in a breath, his jaw clenching as he looked out into the hallway. what was wrong with the sallow-faced man? did he seriously enjoy scaring the wits out of teenagers?

“i forgot my homework. for DADA…” y/n continued, harry gazing at her again. “i honestly didn’t mean to, i was just so busy. with being a prefect and everything,” she sighed, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “then i rushed to the toilet before dinner. and then pansy and daphne came up to me—” she suddenly paused, her head snapping towards harry. “i– i’m so sorry. you don’t have to stay here with me, i mean i’m fine now—!”

“what– y/n, why would i just leave you here after you’ve just had a panic attack?” he questioned, y/n’s lips pressing together as she shrugged.

“i don’t know, i thought you’d be sick of me by now,” harry’s brows furrowed, “you’re just… you always manage to calm me down from my panic attacks. i’m crying for no reason…” her words trailed off once she noticed harry’s stare. he wasn’t glaring, more like he couldn’t believe what she were saying.

“y/n…” he slowly took her hands as she looked down at his, both of them intertwining. y/n's breath hitched as she glanced at harry. “i will always be here. i’m never going to get sick of you. and your panic attacks are not your fault, do you understand?” his eyes searched y/n's e/c ones, looking for an answer in case she didn't reply. she smiled, biting her bottom lip.

“okay. i understand,” y/n whispered.

harry smiled back, taking the sleeve of his jumper and wiping away any more tears that stayed behind. the sun had shined through the window, reflecting off of y/n's face. the rays enhanced her beauty, causing her to look more radiant than ever. the both of them stayed silent, only staring at each other with an unknown emotion.

“would– would you like to go back down?” harry suggested. he, in fact, did not want to go back down. he’d rather stay up here with y/n, away from all the problems he had to think about.

you-know-who, professor slughorn, draco malfoy… he wanted time away from all that.

and to his relief, y/n shook her head. “i’d rather stay up here.” she hesitated before she added, “with you.” harry’s eyes softened once again, another small grin crossing his face. he nodded, saying nothing else before y/n laid her head against his shoulder, harry hugging her closer as they sat in silence.

the both of them loved each other. in what way… no one knows. that was all anyone could say to that.

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“Well at least you don’t look like a convicted murderer.”

Part two of this fic right here, I loved writing this so much and yes I’m very active today I’m done slacking on second parts.

It’s been a week since you’ve last seen or heard from Harry, you were guessing his parents were mad enough now.

Of course they’d be after seeing their beat up son with broken glasses at their doorstep.

It’s also been a week since your non established relationship with Harry, you really had no idea what to think of it, you thought you could ignore it but the way your body was sore for few days was making it hard to ignore that night at all.

You tried texting him, calling him but nothing. You assumed Lily took his phone, as she should. But it was such bad timing.

You often saw him outside the car, he’s attending every outing his parents do. Harry hated those which is a good punishment. You waved to him and he waved back, which really wasn’t enough.

You found yourself thinking of him a lot, you really wanted to see him. You were wondering if he felt the same.

You were dragged away from your daydreams as your mother barged into your bedroom. Back from her trip with your father to try out many recipes, her and Lily were insufferably such kitchen mothers.

“Jeez! What’s going on?” You shouted, your mother got off the phone and finally looked at you. “I want you to go to the Potters.” She started as you blinked an ungodly amount of times.

“Why?” You asked before your mother left ignoring you completely. “Hey! Mom-“ you quickly followed her, you know you can’t fight refusing her. “Lily cooked me something to try and usually Harry would get it but he’s not allowed outside the house- don’t know what that’s about, so you’re going to fetch it.” She hurriedly said, going to check on the dinner she’s cooking.

“Why me?” You nervously remarked. “I don’t have another daughter do I? And you’re awful with cooking I can’t leave you to watch over this.” She pointed at the stove as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Fine.” You wore your shoes at the door as you nervously opened the door and walked down to the potters, almost turning back.

What was the problem? You were only going to fetch something, and run back home no problem.

What if he’s there? What do you say? Would you accidentally slip up and say something you shouldn’t? Good god, a week ago you hated Harry, he was punchable and annoying.

Now you think of the way he touched you, the way kissed you, the way he whispered stuff to you that night you found yourself busying your brain with anything but his words. You shuddered as you were getting closer.

You were cussing your mother and her entire bloodline at that very moment.

As you almost got to the porch you’ve noticed the door open, you swallowed before you approached and held the doorknob, knocking to announce that someone was there.

Your mother told them to expect you, you were assuming.

Your heart felt too heavy for your body at that moment. You heard no answer and decided to walk in, you were no criminal so that should be okay. You closed the door as you took light steps, there were noises everywhere, though, the kitchen, the living room.

“Hello!” You said as you heard Lily’s voice from the kitchen. “In here!” You quickly walked to the kitchen to get this over with, before you have to see Harry at all, you’d rather melt right there than to see him. Recalling your dying to see him moment, you take it all back.

“Hi!” You said, Lily standing alone, you were thanking god so hard at this moment. She turned from the stove as her green eyes met yours with a warm smile on her freckled cheeks. “I left the door open because I wasn’t sure I would hear you coming in, your mother said you were on your way.” She smiled down at you, she’s exceptionally polite, you envied her for that.

“Yeah I saw, uhm so- so I’m supposed to fetch something?” You fiddled with your fingers, looking back at the doorway hoping Harry wouldn’t be there at all. “Hey, come on sit down, let’s catch up I haven’t seen you in a while.” Lily dusted off her pale hands and grabbed something from the cabinet.

You looked at the doorway again as you felt like a rising panic attack was definitely on its way. “Of course, yeah.” You nervously added, Lily was thankfully too busy to notice your obvious state.

“Living with guys gets kind of lonely, you really should visit me more often.” Lily joked, you know she loves James and Harry too much, you wanted to ask why she never considered a second child but you quickly shut yourself up.

“I’d love to, I really would.” You said as she placed a cup in front of you, filling it with soda. Then moving a cookies plate in front of you. “Thank you, these look delicious.” You took a bite, very sure you’d throw it up if Harry ever walked in that door.

“I made these just now, got bored.” She sat ahead of you, She looked insanely gorgeous for a mother, then remembered she supposedly had Harry at a young age. She wore a black turtleneck with her red hair down, you were shocked over how a family could look that good, you were trying to think of anything but the awful feeling in your stomach as you turned to look at the doorway again, taking another bite of the cookie in your hand.

“They’re amazing.” You chuckled. “So!” Lily started, sipping some wine she poured for herself. “So.” You repeated, putting the cookie down, making yourself more sick wasn’t the plan.

“So tell me how was school? Anything interesting? Any guy trouble?” Lily cheekily asked as you had no idea how you choked on the air you’re breathing, coughing your heart out. “Sweetheart! Hey it’s okay, drink some soda.” Lily patted your back as you swallowed the whole thing so you could breathe again.

“Sorry.” You chuckled with a hand over your chest, turning around to look at the doorway. “Yeah well, no guys.. I don’t have time- now.. or ever.” You lied, well before last week that wasn’t a total lie, you were never the guys’ girl, you usually stayed away from those.

But you obviously can’t tell her you had sex with her son the day he got beat up. She’d probably never want to see you ever again, crossed off the list.

“Oh that’s total rubbish! You’re beautiful, and smart. That’s really all it takes.” She laughed as you joined her. “Well today’s standards changed, you have to have much more.” You said, munching on the cookie once again.

“Ugh, the male species.” She rolled her eyes, knowing well what she’s talking about. “Also I wanted to thank you for letting Harry stay over, I had such a scare that he ended up dead in a ditch somewhere.” Lily started, your heart dropping at the mention of his name.

“Oh right, yeah of course.. big house a lot of space, I helped his wounded face too.. he was horribly hurt.” You rambled, Lily was nodding with such despair.

“I saw them, you know he made me so mad. I don’t understand him, he never talks to me either, it feels horrible. I want to do right by him.” Lily bit on her thumb. “You’re doing great, Harry’s just- well, Harry.” You chuckled nervously.

“It’s worrying me, I don’t want him to grow up hating me.”

“Impossible, Harry loves you.. he really does. He told me you’d be mad at him, and he seemed to hate the fact that this would disappoint you.” You defended him, hoping he’s nowhere around earshot.

Lily’s green eyes lit up with hope as you nodded before she looked up and wiped her teary eyes. “I think that should start by me giving him his phone back, maybe allow him some time outside the house.” She started, you nodded in agreement which was such a bad idea for you, you’ll be seeing him a lot more if that were to happen.

“He’d definitely appreciate that.” You finished the cookie and wiped your hands with a tissue. “Yeah sorry for bothering you with all that, you and Harry aren’t that close of friends. I wish he had someone like you to get him off the edge.” Lily rambled before she got up and went to the oven, taking out finished food that smelled amazing. “It’s no bother, I could talk to him if you want me to..” you offered, hoping she’d say no. But you were such an idiot, of course she’d say yes. You were the angel child compared to Harry.

She needed anything at all for Harry to be less troubled, and you were the golden ticket.

“I don’t want him to think I sent you just for that..” Lily guiltily said, moving her hair out of her face, standing with her hands on her hips. “That’s if he doesn’t totally hate the idea, Harry doesn’t like me very much.” You lied, that night would prove otherwise.

You shook the thought off your head. Looking back at the doorway, you were driving yourself crazy.

“Oh Harry loves anything with boobs.” She rolled her eyes as you blinked twice at the remark, not responding would be best.

“Is he home?” You randomly asked, Lily nodded as she drank the rest of her wine. “Me and James are forcing him to do stuff with us, when it’s my turn he helps set the table, it’s so funny.” Lily giggled, amusement decorating her soft features.

“Oh I wanna see that.” You laughed. “We’re having dinner soon, please join us it would be great.. and the food is plenty.” Lily walked closer to you. “I-“ you tried to come up with the many excuses you had in mind but she quickly shut you up. “I will not hear it, you’re having dinner with us.”

“I’m not dressed accordingly.” You said, assuming that would save you from being in front of Harry the whole time you were eating and you’re supposed to not throw it all up. “Rubbish, you look great come on, you’re staying.. and you’re to not help with anything. It’s Harry’s job, and he actually doesn’t complain.” She giggled, which really made you happy. She had such a way of making things better.

“It’ll be great just watching him do that.” Lily went and grabbed some plates, forks and everything sat out for Harry to take out. “Alright..” you were damned, this will go horribly for your nervous system.

You were so occupied with your cookies that lily eventually took away from you so you had more space for the main course that you had not realized Harry walked in. “Sorry I’m late, table is going to be set in just a minute.” He said, making you look up. His black hair perfect combed, a green shirt that looked amazing with his eyes

You definitely short circuit. He looked nothing short of perfect, his cheek was starting to heal and he started to look more like a prince than a convict.

“Don’t be sorry you’re good, she’s dining with us.” Lily winked at you as you were still trying to say hi hello or holy shit you’re perfect. “Brilliant.” Harry said, his eyes staring down at you, his glasses in perfect shape. Meaning he can see you very clearer than last time, you looked horrible.

“Well at least you don’t look like a convicted murderer.” You slipped, lily laughed but Harry only raised an eyebrow before he smiled at you. The cut on his lip hard to spot now that it’s healing well. Your heart was going to jump out of your chest. “Thank you, you look good yourself.” Harry picked up the plates and left.

“Convicted murderer is a good way to describe his last week look.” Lily laughed, you felt so tongue tied. You definitely said the wrong thing, ‘hi’ would have done it.

Harry came back for the food Lily neatly put on plates. “Be careful okay?” She shouted as Harry was on his way, you were ushered to the dining table.

James and Harry chatting as Lily saw James helping. “Hey, hands off.” Lily grabbed her husband and placed him at the end of the table. “Don’t scare the poor girl she’s our guest.” She sat him down as James looked up at you, his smile so welcoming and despite everything you were glad they were not rude people. “Hi sweetheart!”

“Hi.” You laughed at his attempts to sit plates around before Harry caught up to them. “Everything looks wonderful.” You said, more of a nervous blabbing. Harry reached over to you, putting a fork and a spoon in front of you before you looked up at him, a subtle smirk on his gorgeous face, making your insides flip and turn.

“Eat eat!” Lily started before her and James did just that, your eyes glancing at Harry, who was looking at you without wasting a second not eating. Your eyes quickly stared down at your plate and never once looked up.

The dinner was thankfully over as you helped lily with the dishes and putting everything back as you cleaned the kitchen around for her, it was fun even though you were hoping to leave sooner. Confronting Harry sounded insane right now, you didn’t want to talk to him at all. He made you so nervous it was embarrassing.

You made sure to take what your mother sent you here for in the first place as you left the kitchen, bumping into someone, obviously Harry.

“Oh sorry! Was just leaving.” You nervously blurted. “No you’re not, come here.” Harry grabbed your wrist and dragged you up the stairs, before he made sure his mother wasn’t in sight. “Harry- what?!” You whisper-shouted at him before he pulled you into his bedroom and closed the door.

He grabbed the bowl from your hands and put it down his bedside table. “You’re seriously going to leave without talking to me?” He started, too close to you, his eyes on yours. “Harry I-“

“I know I said I’ll get back to you, but I couldn’t.. are you mad at me?” Harry said, his tone was so full of hope and you really didn’t expect him to feel the same way he did the morning he left you, men usually forget you existed, you watched too much tv for your own good.

“No I’m not mad Harry, no way.. I just-“ you looked away from him. “What is it? Do you regret it?” He was suffocating you with all these questions. “Harry stop, I don’t regret anything and I’m not mad at you.. we just happened to be at your parents house, and we slept together- I feel like I did something bad I almost told your mom!” You nervously rambled.

“We slept together.. yeah.” Harry took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers together. Ignoring anything else you said altogether. “Harry-“

“I really missed you, I’m sorry for not reaching out they’re suffocating me, they’re going to kill me.” Harry complained, placing his forehead against yours.

“Just tell me you don’t regret it.” Harry said at the lack of response, you were too nervous to move a muscle. “I already said it, I don’t regret it. Harry I’m confused.” You said, moving away from him.

“What’s so confusing? I like you, I want to be with you, it was bad timing yes I’m stuck here for god knows how long-“

“You know you’re stuck here until you cooperate with them, change, or else we can’t be together either.. you know that Harry, right?” You started. “Did mom say anything to you?” Harry asked, his eyes looking tired and upset and you couldn’t fall for him more.

“Yes, Harry she wants you to be better.. she did suggest that I come here often and talk to you.. she thinks I can help, but I can’t do that if you don’t want it.” You started before his eyes lit up and he walked closer to you. “You’re kidding!”

“No.”

“Oh bloody hell, yes! please, I want you to come here, I want to see you everyday, it would make me the happiest.” Harry’s hands went to your face, you couldn’t help but laugh at the shot of enthusiasm. He looked adorable when he’s happy. “Okay, I can do that.” As soon as you said that he brought you in such a sweet kiss you held on to him so you’re sure you wouldn’t lose balance.

“Promise me you’ll come?” He pulled away from you, his hands squishing your face. “Yes, I promise. If you promise to behave.”

“Anything for you.” He kissed you again, your heart so content, you were going to pass out from how lightheaded his kisses made you feel. “Also convicted murderer sounds cool.” He laughed as you joined him, kissing you again. Your hands finding his black hair, your fingers running through it. His hands holding your waist like you’d slip from him.

He begged you to stay but you knew your mother was waiting for you and eventually would tell Lily which means you’ll be caught with him somewhat somehow, you promised you’d do anything to see him again. No parents mad and you’re both not in trouble.

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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Okay so I was thinking about something

Y/n and Harry go to hogwarts together but they don’t speak and there not friends but the two owl eachother all the time without knowing and they end up falling in love?

Idk I was just looking in the mirror brushing my hair and it just popped up

#harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry x y/n #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter smut #harry james potter smut #harry james potter x you #harry potter

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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Drunk In Love

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pairing: harry potter x female reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of drinking

summary: harry got drunk and when his friend dropped him off to you, he forgot you were his girlfriend

a/n: i thought this was cute, currently watching poa while writing this

song: kiss me - sixpence none the richer

You were lying in bed with your pajamas while reading a book. Downstairs there was a Gryffindor party in the common room, but you had a bit of a headache so you decided staying in your dorm would be better.

Your reading was interrupted when you heard knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" you call as you place the book down and stand up.

"It's Ron... and Harry!"

You go and open the door and smile at two of your favorite people.

"Hello," you smile at them.

Harry's eyes were closed as he leaned on the door frame and Ron was holding him up with on arm.

"Hi, I came to bring Harry. He had too much Firewhisky and then started to shout about how he wanted you, so I figured it was best to bring him here before he embarrasses himself more," he quickly explains.

"Classic Harry, thanks for bringing him Ron," you laugh.

Ron pulls him and places him in your arms. You thank him again, he tells you to come get him if you need anything and he goes back downstairs to the party.

"Hi Harry," you say while brushing some hair off his forehead with your fingers.

"Ah! Don't touch my hair," he says in alarm with slurred words.

"Why not," you frown.

"Only my girlfriend can do that"

"Oh really?" you grin.

"Yep," he hiccups.

You sit him down on the bed and fix his glasses that were falling down his nose, you kiss his forehead and he lets out a shriek.

"My girlfriend is going to kill me," he mumbles in horror and wipes away your kiss with his hand.

"Who is this girlfriend of yours?"

"Y/n," he sighs dreamily falling back onto the bed.

"Wanna tell me about her?"

"She's perfect. She's so sweet too, shes like- like- a rainbow of happiness"

"A rainbow of happiness?" you giggle at his words.

"Mhm, she is like- so pretty that I'm jealous, and everyone loves her. She plays with my hair, and holds my hand everywhere, and I love kissing her. Her mouth is so amazing-" Harry smiles while he thinks of you.

You started to blush at his words and he continued to ramble about the things he loves about you.

"I'm going to marry her one day," he blurts out with red cheeks.

"W-what?"

"Do you think she would marry me? Oh! I need to start planning," he stands up and stumbles to the desk to find paper.

"Woah, woah, you can plan another time, and I'm sure she would be more than happy to marry you," you tell him as you bring him back to the bed.

You go to take his shirt off to change him into his pajamas, but he tugs his shirt back down.

"Don't look!" Harry exclaims, worry clear on his face.

"Fine, if I close my eyes will you change into these clothes?"

"Yes, turn and cover your eyes. No peeking!"

"No peeking, got it," you laugh.

He changes fast and he tells you that you can look again.

"Y/n is the only person who can see me like that. Not a random girl in my room- do you think she'll be mad at me because you're here?"

"Umm- lets just get your teeth and hair brushed"

"Okay," he sighs.

You bring him to the bathroom and hand him his toothbrush and watch him struggle to keep his eyes open.

You brush his hair and when you both finish you two lay on the bed.

His eyes are falling shut as you hand him water to drink. He spills it on himself when he misses his mouth. You laugh and say a spell to dry him and the bed.

"Night, mystery person. Tell y/n I said goodnight and I love her if you see her," he whispers drifting off to sleep.

"Okay, goodnight Harry," you kiss his head.

The next morning you had so much fun teasing him about the previous night.

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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Fireplace-Harry Potter

A/n: Uhhhh, thought I would do a mini fic for Harry. It might be bad because im really tired but enjoy anyways <3333

Word Count: 440

Warnings: Might be bad, pulled this straight out of my ass.

Harry sighed to himself as he looked at the paper in front of him. He rubbed his temple, taking his glasses off as he felt a sudden headache coming on. You noticed Harry’s sudden change in demeanor when you walked in, and you smiled to yourself as you walked up to the boy and started rubbing his shoulders.

“What’s wrong pretty boy? Being the chosen one too hard?” You joked. Harry laughed as he grabbed your hand and slid it to his mouth, giving it a warm, but soft kiss.

“You have no idea love.”

You made your way around the couch and sat next to Harry. Smoothing down his hair as you patted your lap. Harry smiled and laid down vertically on the couch, resting his head on your soft and plump thighs. Harry sighed in content at the sudden sense of comfort waving through his body as he felt himself relax at the touch of your hands through his hair.

“You would think that since your the chosen one they would give you less work.”

Harry rolled his eyes and looked up at you.

“If you make one more chosen one joke I will actually kill you.” You laughed at his empty threat as you took his glasses from his hands and set them gently on the coffee table next to you.

“Y/n, I need those.”

“Why?”

“Well, cause I have to get up in a minute and finish my essay.” You smiled down at Harry and kissed his nose.

“You’re taking a break Harry.” Harry sat up and looked at you with concern. You knew Harry liked getting his work done, but you also knew how Harry loved to overwork himself.

“How long of a break? This essay is due in two days and I-” You kissed him. You physically felt as Harry melted into the kiss. He cupped your cheeks and leaned forward, causing you to fall back behind you, your back resting on the arm of the couch. You giggled as Harry kissed his way down your neck and to your pajama top.

“Not now chosen one.” Harry frantically sighed as he fell back onto the couch, pulling you with him. You fell on top of him, laughing as you tried to wiggle your way out of his tight grasp.

Soon, you both calmed down and stared at the light emitting from the fire place. You smiled as you felt Harry’s breathing slow down and watched as his eyes slowly closed. You yawned and felt yourself always growing tired. And there, you felt yourself falling asleep to the sound of the crackling fire place.

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𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦-𝗛𝗝𝗣 𝗫 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗢𝗖

Warnings: Fluff, Gaslighting, James possessing Harry

Pairing: Harry James Potter X Ravenclaw!OC

Author’s Note: Idk I just wrote this for me so it’s not really plot heavy, it’s set in fifth year but there’s not any mention of the DA or Umbitch

Summary: Juliette Rosewood, a Muggleborn Ravenclaw witch. She had never thought she’d me destined for much trouble, that was until a certain raven haired Gryffinfor decided to take a liking to her.

It was another day at Hogwarts and Juliette was late to Potions. Again.

But was it really her fault that the damned stairs moved randomly? She braced herself for a scolding, it was fifth year and her O.W.L.S were just around the corner, that and the fact that she wasn’t a Slytherin would surely lead to Snape ripping into her. A sure equation to a sizeable amount of points to be docked from her house.

She entered the classroom with her long dark curls flowing behind her in a frenzy, she frantically looked around the class for a free seat and saw that there was only one left next to Hogwarts’ resident celebrity/troublemaker, Harry Potter.

As Snape’s back was turned she crept to the seat, Harry giving her an amused look.

Snape turned around and his eyes immediately zeroed in on her, “Miss Rosewood, did you arrive just now?”

Juliette shrugged, “I was here this whole time sir. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry stifled a laugh behind his palm.

Snaps narrowed his eyes, “You were late.”

Juliette feigned a look of offence, “That is a vile accusation sir.”

Snape visibly angered, “Alright, what is it that I was just talking about right now?”

“Draught of living death.” Harry murmured to her in a voice so low it was only audible to her from behind his palm.

“Draught of living death, sir.” She said with a sickly sweet smile before giving Harry a thankful look.

The rest of the class watched in amusement as Snape visibly questioned his sanity.

He turned to Harry who gave his best innocent look that almost made Juliette burst out in laughter, “Potter, tell me, was Miss Rosewood here this whole time?”

Harry nodded, “Yes she was sir, you should get Madam Pomfrey to check your memory.”

The whole class stifled a laugh as Snape turned red, “That won’t be needed. Everyone turn to page 177, I want a bottle of the draught of living death made by you and your seat partner on my desk by the end of this lesson or else detentions will be given.”

The whole class groaned and got the ingredients needed for the potion.

Juliette turned to Harry, “Thank you for that, by the way, you didn’t need to do that.”

Harry shrugged, “Anything to pull one over Snape, right?”

Juliette laughed in agreement, “seriously, I owe you one.” Harry smiled at her and the two spent the rest of the lesson laughing and teasing each other, talking about meaningless things and just enjoying each other’s company, surprisingly they even managed to get a decent draught of living death on Snape’s desk and didn’t get detention.

Oh how she’d regret those words.

Juliette was proud to have been named prefect of her house, both her parents were muggles and many didn’t expect much of her. However, when she received the letter and the shiny blue pin, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of fulfilment.

Now, as she did her nighttime patrols, she no longer felt that fulfilment but only an overwhelming sense of tiredness and boredom. Seriously, shouldn’t this be considered as child labour? Dumbledore ought to hire some more damned teachers.

The dulled haze she fell into as she trudged along the hallway, her wand alight making the portraits shout some rather rude things at her, fell once she heard hurried footsteps along the corridor she was in.

She laughed to herself at the poor soul running down this corridor, knowing it was a dead end.

She then saw a familiar head of raven hair and bright green eyes and round glasses and she forced herself to suppress a groan of frustration.

Does this boy ever have a normal day at Hogwarts?

Harry looked relieved to see her and stopped by her as she looked at him with wide eye, his cheeks were slightly flushed from the running as she looked up at him with an incredulous look on her face.

“Do you ever just… follow the rules?” She hissed at him, not even wanting to ask who he was running away from.

Harry feigned a look of deep though before nonchalantly shrugging, “No, I don’t think i do.”

She just rolled her eyes and she grew even more annoyed when she heard distance footsteps clattering after him and a distant, “Potter!”

Harry’s eyes widened and she gave him a deadpan stare, her eyes sleepy, “who was that and what did you do?”

He took in a sharp breath, “That would be some Slytherin prefect looking for an excuse to put me in detention, and as for what I did…” he trailed off before flashing a charming grin that affected her more than she would care to admit, “that’s on a need to know basis.”

Juliette pinched the bridge of her nose, evidently too tired to be dealing with this.

As the footsteps drew closer he visibly grew more panicked before turning to her, “you said you owe me right?”

Her brows knit together in confusion and before she could even open her mouth to speak, his arms had wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his body, his lips pressing against hers.

She gasped in surprise and kissed him back nonetheless, one hand cupped his jaw while the other loved to run through his messy raven locks.

The footsteps drew closer and then drew to a halt right before them, a gasp could be heard and then a rushed, “sorry.” Was muttered before the person ran off again.

It was then that Juliette pulled away from Harry, though still stayed in his arms, not quite ready to leave his warmth yet.

She knew that her face was probably bright red at that moment, feeling the hot blood pound in her ears. Harry had a dazed look on his face and a goofy grin spread across it.

Juliette smiled softly at him before realising that he had only kissed her to avoid detention, so she stepped out of his grasp.

Harry frowned slightly, his arms feeling empty without her.

“So, this makes us even now?” She gave him a small polite smile.

He blinked a few times, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out, “Um yes of course! Brilliant.”

She hummed before giving him a pointed look, “now go straight back to your dorm before you kiss some other unsuspecting prefect.”

He blushed, giving her a bashful look, “I would never dream of it, only you get the privilege.”

Her heart sped up slightly at the words, “Goodnight then, you flirt.”

He chuckled, “Goodnight darling.”

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