#[ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 / harry potter ]

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@lupiinee, @wotchertxnks... if you think that Harry wouldn't be CONSTANTLY trying to buy Remus and Tonks things once he found out he was rich in the verse where they took him in, you're wrong. Because he would. That is all.

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Harry never, ever wanted to let her go. Having her back in his arms again, it was like breathing for the first time in six months. Something he hadn't even known he'd been missing, in some ways. Of course, he knew that he had been missing her. Harry just hadn't realized that he had been holding his breath all this time. "Oh I'm so mad. I'm furious." The Boy Who Lived mumbled against her. "Don't leave again, okay?" He whispered. Honestly, Harry needed her.

Seeing his face, it was as though she had come up for air after being under water for a very, very long time. She could breathe again with Harry around. And then his arms were enveloping her, his scent surrounding her. Safety. Home. Love. Though Eris hesitated for a moment in hugging him back, her arms were quickly around his torso, fingers curling into his shirt in a tight hold, only letting go once he pulled back.

She nodded dumbly up at him, physically she was fine. Any injuries from the war had long since healed. “I know,” Voice quiet, timid almost. “You deserve to be mad at me, Harry.”

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"I knew he was a killer the first time that I saw him."

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hermione granger 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 : ❝ every time i see you, it's like my heart skips a beat. ❞ / @pcraspcra

The boy who lived licked his lips awkwardly. Surely she was joking and this wasn't some declaration of love... right? He was just... Harry. After all, he wouldn't have even survived this long if it hadn't been for her. He opened his mouth to reply... then closed it. He wouldn't have survived this long without her. Looking at Hermione with a small frown, he shook his head. There was no way she meant it like that. "That sounds like a heart attack, 'mione. You should probably see a doctor for that." He replied, dumbly. Harry wasn't even going to consider that he might have feelings for her. Not unless he knew for sure she did, first.

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"Now I'm stuck between my anger, and the blame that I can't face."

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He was definitely assuming, but Hermione Granger was not easing any of Harry Potter’s worries at all. In fact, her not immediately denying his words was enough to momentarily make his worries heighten… at least until Hermione was choking on her drink. When she did that, his normal cheeky smirk couldn’t quite help but peek out on his features.

“You don’t have to fancy someone just because they’re fit, ‘Mione!” Harry responded, pot calling the kettle black and happy to ignore the fact that it was. “Do as I say not as I do. Be the bigger person. Which cliche do you want? You’re supposed to be better than me!” That part was kind of true, even if he was mostly teasing her at this point. Hermione was a better person than he was. Better in all regards. She should have had a better sense of self preservation.

At least when she assured him it was only looking, only a crush, he could let out that heavy breath he’d been holding onto. “Nobody else I fancied was giving me any attention.” He admitted with a shrug.

   ❝I didn't say anything, Harry. You're the one assuming!❞ She snapped with a huff, rolling her eyes at him before taking another sip of her coffee. He had to just jump on her for it, didn't he? She said nothing of the sort... not that she really needed to, but alas.

   The thing that got her the most was his own little admission which had her coughing as her drink went down her throat clearly wrong, ❝You—You literally can't say anything! You just said it yourself! He called me nasty names, called you some too, and did terrible things. It didn't stop him from looking the way he did!❞ She hissed, her cup now back safely on the table before she crossed her arms over her chest. ❝...Just fancied, if you must know.❞

   Sighing, Hermione shifted her gaze away before finally relaxing herself against her chair, ❝You were too busy giving Cho Chang attention that she clearly wasn't up for giving you in return, or did you forget?❞ Sounded a lot like Ron when he finally noticed she was a girl in fourth year... the nerve.

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fleur delacour said : ❝ are you okay? ❞ / @acourtcfmuses

Harry was motionless, sitting in a chair as the world went to shambles around him. Cedric had been pried out of his arms and the world felt dark in a way that it never had before. Which said a lot, considering the fact that Harry's life thusfar had been anything but bright. Anything but light. Anything but easy. He knew that people were trying to talk to him. Dumbledore. McGonagall. Hermione and Ron. He could hear their voices, he knew what they were saying, but he couldn't get up the energy to... reply. It was as if Harry Potter had lost his voice entirely, and he knew that it was a terrible moment to do so. People wanted answers. He was the only one who could give them, but after the initial breakdown, he just... had nothing left.

It wasn't until he heard Fleur's voice that something inside of Harry jostled. Fleur wasn't there. Thank God. He couldn't have handled getting her killed, too. Harry shook his head, and the mere action made others in the room give pause. It was more than he had done in the last twenty minutes. "It's my fault." He whispered. "Cedric... it's my fault."

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𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 : ❝ you're best friends. can't you two work it out? ❞

Harry scrunched up his nose before he was dragging a hand through his hair. He knew he and Ron would eventually work it out. Of course they could. After all, like she had said, they were best friends. Best mates. Ron was the first person in the wizarding world that he had really connected with. Other than maybe Hagrid, that is. He just… was not ready to let it go yet. Ron had a tendency of getting angry about things that were out of Harry’s control, and taking it out on Harry. But he was so tired of it. “I need more time.” He mumbled petulantly to Dorothy. Ron would surely apologize soon… right? / @bijoupreciieux

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lucius malfoy ( @familyname ) said: “ what makes you think i’m going to help you? ” to harry potter

Harry couldn't keep the annoyance off his scar-painted face in response to Lucius' words. What made him think he was going to help? Nothing. He didn't think that Lucius Malfoy was going to help anything at all. In fact, he thought it quite likely that he would only make things worse, even if he did try to help. That was just what that family did, after all. "Dunno. Figured I'd give you the chance to be a decent person, but I should've known it'd go over your head."

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“Why not?” His voice asked, sounding utterly sincere as it sounded out. Harry would have been happy to walk all night for her. With her. Near her. Whatever she needed, he would be happy to give to her if it was within his power, and that? That much was most definitely within his power.

When she brushed away a bit of his hair, the boy who lived couldn’t quite help but flash her a crooked little smile in response. She was soft with him, just as he was with her. At least… most of the time. It was nice to have that. Still, he nodded. “Yeah. They’re good. Any flavour you want.”

“You’re not walking all night for me,” Though she did appreciate the sentiment all the same. Standing, the woman made her way to him and loosely wrapped her arms around his waist.

He was so patient, so kind, Eris wondered what she had ever done to deserve such grace. Even throughout school he had been patient with her stubbornness, her pride, her ego. Carefully, almost as though she were hesitating, Eris lifted a hand and brushed some of his hair off his forehead.

“A milkshake is the ice cream you drink, yes? Do they come in strawberry?”

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@stcllla said: ♡ “i could marry you right now.”

Harry's brows raised a little bit. "Is that a threat, or a promise?" He asked her curiously. Slowly, his lips twitched. Again, just the smallest movement. It was like Harry was trying to stay neutral, keep a deadpan, not spook her. Yet here he was, actively teasing her at the same time. "I could be your chosen one." Ohhhhh. Bad line.

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@stcllla gets a birthday gift!

Harry waited in anticipation in the sitting room of their shared home. After all these years, and he had still almost forgotten. Not that it was her birthday. No. He would never forget that. But he had forgotten to get her a gift until a few days before, and he always felt terrible about that. He was just... a bad gift giver. He was working on it. So as he waited for her to get home that day, he was sure to have dinner already ready, and something shiny in a little box on the table.

He also had a very large teddy bear sitting in her favorite chair... and so many flowers that the house would smell floral for weeks... and chocolates in boxes that spelled out her name. He had spent the last few days getting things in order. Now she just had to arrive. And he had to hope that she liked the Necklace that hosted his initial.

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@thcbriightcst said: ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜

Harry stilled for a moment as he looked at Hermione. Did he really look like he needed one? Of course, he usually did. Harry Potter was so touch starved over the holidays that any contact was usually welcome contact. Malfoy could have hit him and Harry almost would have said thank you (that was an exaggeration). “Yeah, I… er… that’d be good.” He admitted after a moment, opening his arms. It had been a rough summer.

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A hand reached up to scrub over his face. He knew she wasn’t available. He did. It wasn’t a fact that had gone unnoticed for him by any means. If he were honest with himself, maybe that was part of the reason he was saying something now. As terrible as that was to admit, jealousy could make someone do something they wouldn’t normally do. Or rather, make them see things they were too blind to see.

“Yeah…” He mumbled softly, dragging that hand up through his messy hair. “Er, yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry.” But really, he wasn’t sorry. He didn’t feel that but of shame or regret in the pit of his stomach. His throat didn’t feel tight. No. “Actually… I’m not sorry. I mean… I’m sorry if it makes things hard for you but… I’m not sorry for telling you.”

Harry closed the distance between them in a couple steps, a hand coming up to caress her cheek gently. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” The Boy Who Lived said again, quieter. “And I bet you can’t stop thinking about me, either. Yeah?” / @wizardingworldrevealed

@ofblackskies ❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ (Harry @ Ginny 👀)

her insides felt as though they may come out through her mouth. his words - as much as she had wanted to hear him speak them, confused her more than anything at that moment. she loved him. she still loved him. but, she was with someone else.

looking down at her hands, her eyes squeezed themselves shut and she inhaled deeply through her nose before daring to peek up at him, her stomach doing flips when her face caught his.

" harry... " what could she say? they both knew the circumstances. they both knew that they shouldn't tempt themselves anymore. " you shouldn't be saying things like that anymore. "

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harry potter ( harry potter ) open starter

“I just don’t want to dothis anymore. Why did I have to be the Chosen One? Why couldn’t someone else have done it!?”

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- - - - - HERMIONE @messengerowl

ofblackskies asked: ❛ that sounds dangerous. i’m in! ❜ (Harry)

"Good because I am actually going to have to sneak into the potion's office. At least it's Slughorn this year and not Snape."

Hermione wanted to test one of the potions in a book from the library. It wasn't in the curriculum but...she was having to adjust to breaking the rules for Harry. She felt something in the air, that something was coming to change everything. So Hermione was testing potions of protection and healing. Anything to give Harry an edge. But, that required potion ingredient that neither one of them had.

"You would fine pleasure in this! We really need to get you a hobby, Harry!"

     Harry shrugged, looking only a little ashamed of himself - though it might have been fake. He was rather good at faking being abashed, having learned it at the knee of his aunt and uncle. If he wasn’t ashamed enough of his own actions, he was punished worse for it. “Oi, if you don’t want me to help, I don’t have to.” Harry raised a brow at her. “But it’s breaking a lot of rules, isn’t it? Slughorn might just let me take it if I asked. He likes me.” For what reason, he didn’t know yet. Other than Dumbledore wanting it to be so. “What do you need, anyway?”