#hjp x fem

[aurel1awrites]

𝙄 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪

Here's a small chunk from my newest chapter from my fanfic on wattpad! ⋆｡°✩

“NOW!” Harry yells.

“STUPEFY!” All seven of us bellow.

We knock over several orbs, and some Death Eaters get hit by our curses, and some simply deflect them and leave.

“RUN!” Harry yells.

He seizes my wrist in one hand, pulling me along.

The others are no longer behind us, and we’re all completely split up. A Death Eater appears out of thin air on Harry’s left and catches him by the shoulder.

“Stupefy!” I shout, and the hand releases him at once.

We reach row ninety-seven and turn right, my wrist still clutched in Harry’s hand. 

I can hear footsteps behind me, and I turn around, prepared to attack any Death Eaters, but it’s just Hermione and Neville.

The door that we entered through earlier has come into view, and we pelt through it.

“Colloportus!” Hermione gasps, sealing the door.

“Where– where are the others?” Harry gasps.

I look around to realize that Ron, Luna, and Ginny aren’t with us. My heart drops.

“They must have gone the wrong way!” Hermione whispers in terror.

“Listen!” Neville whispers.

I can hear footsteps and shouts from behind the sealed door. I press my ear against it, and hear the voice of Malfoy.

“Leave Nott, leave him. The Dark Lord will not care for Nott’s injuries as much as losing that prophecy– Rodolphus, come back here, we need to organize!”

‘Father.’

“We’ll split into pairs and search, and don’t forget, be gentle with Potter until we’ve got the prophecy. You can kill the others, but not Lestrange and Potter.”

“We’ll handle Cassiopeia,” I hear Bellatrix volunteer herself and Rodolphus.

“Alright,” Malfoy says. “You two take the left. Crabbe, Rabastan, go right. Jugson, Dolohov, the door straight ahead. Macnair and Avery, through here– Rookwood, over there… and Mulciber, you’re with me!”

“We need to go,” I whisper to my three friends. “Now.”

We run as quietly as we can past lined desks holding weird jars that are filled with odd entities. 

The exit comes into view, and we almost reach it when I hear something large and heavy collide with the door that Hermione has casted shut.

“Stand aside!” says a rough voice. “Alohomora!”

As the door flies open, the four of us dive under the desks, staying out of view.

I can see the bottom of two Death Eaters’ robes coming nearer, their feet moving rapidly.

My heart is hammering against my chest, and I’m barely breathing. From under the desk next to me, Harry reaches out a hand and takes my hand in his.

“They might’ve run straight through to the hall,” says a rough voice.

“Check under the desks,” says another.

I see the knees of one of the Death Eaters bending. I poke my wand out from under the desk and shout, “STUPEFY!”

A jet of red light hits the Death Eater and he falls backwards into the grandfather clock and knocks it over.

The second Death Eater leaps aside to avoid Harry’s spell and points his wand at Hermione, who crawled out from under the desk to attempt to curse him.

“Avada–”

I punch the Death Eater to knock him over, and his spell shoots at the ceiling, causing no harm to anyone.

“EXPELLIARMUS!” Harry exclaims, and the wand flies out from the Death Eater’s hand, and he snaps it.

“Hurry, we have to go,” I usher my friends as I hear the voices of other Death Eater’s approaching.

I take Harry’s hand in mine and pull him along. 

But the second we leave that room, all hell breaks loose and we’re all separated again.

Spells and curses are shot at me in every direction, and I have to duck them while also firing back, making sure not to hit any of my friends.

Harry and I are stuck in a black room, two Death Eaters with us.

“Reduc–” I begin, but before I can complete the spell, two more Death Eaters enter, and with a cry of triumph, they both yell, “IMPEDIMENTA!”

Harry and I are knocked off our feet. I’m thrown into a desk, and Harry’s slammed into a bookcase, and I hear him cry out in pain.

“WE’VE GOT THEM!” I hear one of the Death Eaters yell. “LESTRANGE AND POTTER–”

“Silencio!” I cry, and the man’s voice is extinguished.

It’s only me against four Death Eaters.

“Give up, little girl,” one of them growls. He has dirty blonde hair that looks like it hasn’t met water in decades. “You can’t take down four of us.”

“You’re not allowed to harm me,” I laugh. “I know your master’s orders. You have to turn me in unharmed. So try to touch me and see how that goes for you.”

One of the Death Eaters that I recognize as Antonin Dolohov reaches down to where Harry’s limp and bleeding on the ground, and attempts to grab him.

“Brachiabindo!”

The jinx hits Dolohov, and his body is bound together by invisible chords.

“Anyone else want to sacrifice themself forwards?” I ask innocently. “I mean… you did just say that I was a ‘little girl’.”

“We just want the prophecy,” the dirty blonde says, walking towards me with his hand extended. “Just give us the prophecy.”

“Yeah, that’s likely.” I laugh. “Flipendo.”

Once the jinx hits the death eater, the other two immediately charge forwards, throwing curse after curse at me.

“IMPEDIMENTA!” 

Both of them are slowed down, and I duck down quickly, dodging the two curses shooting out from their wands. 

I snatch both of the wands and snap them, throwing them in a corner.

“Ah, you’re Rookwood.” I say, looking at the curly-haired man with a beard to match it. 

“Wingardium Leviosa.”

I simple spell that we learned in our first year, and I’m now using it to levitate a fully grown man.

With a simple flick of my wand, I throw him into the same desk he threw me into earlier.

I feel anger fill me. Revenge and hurt consuming me. I want to hurt this man. I want him to regret even thinking in the first place that he could lay a hand on me. I want to kill him ever so painfully that I can hear his cries of pleas.

He lets out a groan of pain, and I levitate him again, throwing him into the desk over and over again, until I see that his skull has cracked, bleeding out profusely. It fills me with satisfaction.

“Who have you got now?” I roar with laughter, yanking his head up with a fistful of his hair. “Not me, that’s for sure.”

I’ve just killed a man, and I don’t feel a morsel of guilt.

I turn to look at the other Death Eater that I jinxed with Rookwood, and she’s now on the floor, unconscious.

Harry is still limp against the bookcase, his leg bleeding like mad as his jeans soak it up.

“Colloportus!” I cast the door to the room shut, before helping him sit up straight.

I roll up his pant sleeve to reveal a big bloody gash. Harry lets out a groan of pain and my heart twinges.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you,” I whisper reassuringly. “Shh, you’re okay, Harry.”

“Vulnera Sanentur,” I point my wand at the wound, and the blood lessens.

I rip a part of the sleeve of my white school shirt, and begin wrapping it around the wound, so it doesn’t bleed any further.

“Y/N…” Harry says weakly, reaching out a hand to caress my cheek.

“You’re going to be okay,” I reassure him again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

I stop what I’m doing and look back up at him. His hand tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

I look at his eyes. His beautiful green eyes that I could look at forever. That I want to look into forever. When I’m in love, when I’m happy, when I’m hurt. He’s who I want. Always.

I finally say the three words that I’ve avoided like the plague for the past year. The three words that I swore to myself I would never dedicate to anyone else. But I’ve finally come to embrace it.

“I love you.”

I cup his cheek and kiss him, tears streaming down my face, but I don’t care. Because I love him and he loves me.

[myjealouseyes]

pls more flirty harry i love him so much

(Chewing through the bars of my metal enclosure) of COURSE you can have more!

Harry whisper things in your ear even when you’re alone. Things he could have easily said out loud. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist just to whisper something like “I’m going to the store, do you need anything?”

Harry’s always watching you but not in a creepy stalker way. (Although it could be perceived that way with his unmoving unblinking stare.) he observes every move you make simply because he likes looking at you. And he’ll tell you that if you ask.

Love language is acts of service….he likes to do a lot of your mundane tasks for you. Tying your shoe, cutting and messuring ingredients while your cooking/baking, etc…

And if you’re hyper-independent it’s especially satisfying to him when you let him do things for you. He likes it when you get all huffy and start declining his help like “no I can do it” or “it’s just a little thing I can handle it” because he enjoys the way you melt when “I know but I want to do it for you.”

(Pretending to be normal) I just think he’s neat!

[hjparisian]

white button up- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x fem! reader w: unprotected SMUT (p in v, wrap before you tap), oral (fem receiving), fingering, kinda fluff, dom! harry, harry has a private dorm cause yea summary: after a long quidditch practice, harry enters his dorm to find his girlfriend wearing something of his. a/n: trying to write smut. sorry if its not the greatest. this has been sitting in the drafts for a good minute so i decided to get it out in honor of harry's birthday recently <3

Harry was returning to his dorm after a very long and tiring quidditch practice. The first game was right around the corner and it was against the Slytherins, so Harry had to make sure they were prepared.

All Harry was focused on now was seeing his girlfriend, who is currently waiting for him in his private dorm. They haven't been able to spend time together with Harry's quidditch practices, (Y/N)'s tutoring sessions with the younger years and NEWT classes.

Harry had finally gotten to his dorm room. He lightly knocked it before opening the door and entering.

"(Y/N) love, I'm here," Harry said as he sets down his stuff by the door.

The moment Harry looked up, he was graced with a stunning view, one he wasn't expecting.

(Y/N) sat on his bed reading her charms book. But it was what she was wearing that caught the boy off guard. She was in a white button up, but not just any white button up. It was one of his from his trunk. It was slightly big, hanging off one of her shoulders, exposing the soft skin.

"Oh, hey Harry," (Y/N) responded once taking notice of the boy.

The girl had set the book down on the bed before getting up to greet the boy. Harry stood still, mesmerized by the little clothing on his girlfriend's body. He could feel the blood rushing to his crotch.

"Is that mine?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer.

(Y/N) felt her face get warmer. "Oh, yeah. I just decided to get more comfy while I wait for you. I can change back if you want."

"No no!" Harry responded. "I was just a little shocked that's all."

"You sure?"

"Yes," said Harry as he placed his hands are her waist. "Besides, I think it looks better on you than me."

A small giggle slipped out of (Y/N)'s mouth. "Oh, you think so?"

"I know so."

(Y/N) begun leaning closer to Harry, much to his delight. He followed, meeting her in the middle as their lips touch. (Y/N)'s hands move up to wrap around Harry's neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. His hold on her tightened a bit, not wanting to let go.

Unfortunately for Harry, (Y/N) was the first to break the kiss.

"So, what did you want to do?" She asked him. "I can help you with your homework since I already finished mine."

"I have a better idea," Harry said, rubbing her waist.

"Oh? What is it?"

"This."

The boy pulled her back into a kiss, his hands gripping her waist. Harry slid one of his hands down to her ass, squeezing it. The feeling made her gasp, allowing Harry to slide his tongue into her mouth. The two began fighting for dominance, but like always, Harry would win.

Harry broke the kiss, leading (Y/N) to lay on his bed. He climbs above her, one of his hands hovering over the buttons of her (his) shirt. He looks at her, gazing into her sparkling eyes.

"May I?"

"You may," she assures him.

Harry unbuttons the shirt on (Y/N)'s body. Once he buttoned the last button, he moves each side of the shirt, revealing what was underneath. His green eyes ogling at her breasts, he brought has hands up to cup them before he knead them.

"You like this?" Harry asked her, knowing she did.

Harry leans down and takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while his hand tweak the other one. A small noise falls from her mouth. He felt her hands move up to his dark hair, slightly tugging on it. Now that's how Harry knows that he's making her feel good.

He switches, making sure each one gets attention (as well as purple bruises). He began moving down towards her cunt, covered in lace panties.

Harry looks up at (Y/N), silently asking if he could continue. She nods. The boy hooked his fingers under her panties and slid them off her legs.

"Look at you," Harry groans. "All wet for me."

The boy stuck his tongue out, dragging it up her cunt. The taste of her had invaded his senses.

"And you taste so good."

Harry proceeded to stick a finger inside her and begins to suck at her clit. The feeling was all too good to (Y/N), who was starting to reach her high as Harry was eating her out.

"Harry, I'm gonna-"

But the boy pulled away before she could climax, which left her a bit frustrated.

"What'd you do that for?"

Harry smirked. "Can't let you cum yet. Gotta wait 'til I'm in you."

The girl whined as she pulsed around nothing. "Well what are you waiting for then?"

The boy climbed back over her, a mischievous grin plastered on his face as his green eyes examined her.

"Beg."

"What?" (Y/N) was confused.

"I want you to beg for it."

The girl huffed. "As if-" Her words were caught in her mouth as she left Harry's fingers plunge back inside her.

"Tell me what you want." Harry demanded as he slowly moved his fingers. "Or else I'll leave you be and you can make yourself cum."

(Y/N) pouted, deciding to swallow her pride for her pleasure.

"Please Harry." She says as she tugs on the waistband of his pants. "I want you to make me come. I want to feel you inside me."

"Yea?"

"Harry," she whines out. "Please."

"Help me take these off then," Harry tells her, referring to his pants.

The girl clumsily pulls down Harry's pants and boxers, the latter helping her in removing them entirely. He removed his quidditch sweater, returning to his position on top of her. As (Y/N) looked up at her boyfriend's green eyes, they seemed to soften upon her gaze.

"You sure you want this?" Harry asks her.

(Y/N) nods. "I do Harry."

He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wetness before pushing in. (Y/N) winced at the slight pain, which caused Harry to stop and look up at her.

"You alright? We can stop if you want to."

"No! I'm alright, you can keep going."

After being reassured, Harry continue to push in until he was completely inside her. He lets out a groan as he feels her pulse around him.

"Bloody hell, you're so tight," Harry says to her. "Feels so good."

Harry begins to thrust into her, slowly but deep. A moan slips from (Y/N)'s mouth, boosting his ego. Harry grabs the back of (Y/N)'s legs, wrapping them around him before he started to move faster. The sensation causing (Y/N) to arch her back, her chest pressing against Harry's. Her hands were wrapped around his back, clawing against it.

(Y/N) brought one of her hands downward, playing with her clit. Harry took notice of this and grabbed her hand, pinning it above her head. The action caused her to gasp.

"Only I get to touch it this time." Harry said to her.

He kept one of his hands pinning (Y/N)'s above her hand as his other one went back down to where the girl originally had hers. The feeling had (Y/N) closer to her high. It was too good.

"Harry, I think I'm gonna cum."

"Shit, I think I am too."

Harry's movements became faster and sloppier as the two reached their climax. (Y/N) was the first to let go, cumming around Harry's cock.

Harry quickly pulled out, pumping himself and letting his cum spill onto (Y/N)'s stomach. He stayed above her for a moment, admiring the view in front of him. His girlfriend covered in his cum as she is recovering from her high. Such a pretty sight to see.

"You're alright?" Harry asks (Y/N).

She responds with a nod. "Yea, I'm alright."

Harry smiles, kissing her forehead. "I'll be back then."

He moved away to grab a damp cloth from his connecting washroom, helping to clean up the mess he left on her. Once the two were cleaned up, they laid back on Harry's bed, his arms wrapped around his girl as he kissed her lips.

"You know," Harry began. "You should wear my stuff more often."

"Oh really?" (Y/N) asked. "Does that mean we'll get more moments like this?"

"Maybe."

The girl giggled before a yawn slipped her mouth.

"You should rest now darling."

She nods, shifting herself to be more comfortable.

"I love you Harry."

"I love you too, (Y/N)," He said to her as he joins her in a much needed rest.

[maskysluvr]

the other woman.

harry james potter x fem!reader

angst

warnings : use of y/n , angst , cheating

your point of view.

summary : you and harry have been together since 3rd year. ( 5th year now ), i mean sure you hung out, talked, held hands. but it seems like he has his eyes on a certain weasley.

| my first writing, please don’t judge! |

two months without seeing harry, i mean sure we talked, but i felt as if he was being distant.

he didn’t even sit with me on the train he sat with her.

i mean she’s pretty but what does she have that i don’t ?

i was lost in thought, not noticing hermione sit beside me. “hey, you doing alright love?” i jump slightly looking over at her, “yeah sorry, can i ask you a question” i asked, “yeah of course, what’s up” she’s says frowning her brows “is harry losing feelings?” she looks at me confused, “what do you mean” “he barely sent me letters throughout the summer, he didn’t sit by me on the train, and every time i talk to him he’s just dry and uninterested” she looks down “well he was at the weasleys this summer, maybe he’s just been busy”.. i huff out a maybe taking off towards my dorm, a million thoughts running through my mind. tears falling down my rosy cheeks. shutting and locking my door behind me climbing into bed. a few hours later, i drag myself out of bed, walking down to the common room.

my heart stinging at the sight of his eyes piercing through her golden pale skin. pushing myself forwards taking a sit beside fred. ginny smiles over at me waving, i force a smile back, watching his eyes peel away from her over at me, “oh, hi love” he mutters softly towards me patting the seat beside him, i get up slowly, settling down beside him.

“how was your summer y/n?” ginny speaks up, i glance up at her, “it was okay quite boring, and yours?” my heart aching hearing her ramble on about all the things her and harry did this summer, picking at the buttons on my cardigan, harry gives my thigh a gentle squeeze, as his eyes are locked on the redhead in front of him. i couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears start streaming down my face, pushing his hand off me, taking off towards my dorm.

three days later, and i haven’t heard from harry, he barely even glanced at me. i try to push my thoughts away. slouching in my chair, raising my arm slightly “professor, may i use the restroom” snape huffs, “be quick.”, i quickly leaving the classroom.

walking into the bathroom, hearing faint voices in the distance stopping me in my tracks, “it’s okay harry, she doesn’t have to know.” my heart sinking to my feet hearing her voice.

[themoonandthedogstar]

if i were to (hypothetically) write a fem!harry x one of the weasley twins canon re-write would anybody read it? 👀👀

[fizzyfizu]

Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 4.2 : Discussions with Dumbledore

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      From the other side of the door, you could hear a muffled voice: “Come in,” the voice clearly belonged to none other than Albus Dumbledore.  Pushing open the heavy, wooden door, you were greeted by three large stone arches.  Above the arches were the portraits of previous Hogwarts headmasters, in the middle of the room was a circular table full of antiques and gadgets, and on the left and right of the room were shelves full of books and artefacts of what not; whatever they were, they looked important.  The arches led into another room, a room that featured a wooden desk right in the centre. It was full of clutter such as: ink pots, quills, parchment, letters, books, and other items that you couldn't put a name to no matter how hard you tried.

      But it was the person who sat in the chair behind the desk that mattered the most right now: Albus Dumbledore.  He was staring at you, his face calm and serene, and a soft smile graced his face.  “Good evening professor–sorry excuse me–headmaster.” You made sure to greet him first, hoping that it conveyed your respect to him.  “Good day to you too Ms. Fawley..ah it has been quite some time indeed, since we last met of course.  But that is not why you are here, I hope we both understand that?” “Yes of course.”  “Even though you invited me headmaster, I do hope that we can discuss what..what exactly happened.  And also what we’ll do next as ah–as a response.” “I do think that you will be glad to find that we have the same goal here, Ms. Fawley.”

      “Let us start then, yes?  Harry potter—I do hope you know him?” Dumbledore immediately got to the point, “Yeah, I know him.” you replied.  “Very well, Harry Potter has freed you from your temporary stay in the Black Lake.  Now, I must ask, do you wish to return?  Or do you wish to stay where you are right now?” He is asking a lot of questions..rightfully so honestly.  “I want to stay.  I remember our discussion regarding the reason behind my..imprisonment very vividly–don't get me wrong, headmaster.  But, as of now, my decision since then has changed and I wish to stay above the water’s surface.” Freedom has been feeling so good, there's no way you would throw that away right now, you would choose freedom over safety any day.  “Understood.  I do hope you know the risks that come with that decision Ms. Fawley..” 

      You nodded in response.  You knew very well the risks.  You’ve been keeping up with the recent news after all.  Through plenty of different wizards sent by Dumbledore to you, you knew all about what happened with Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort.  During your stay in the Black Lake, your consciousness had merged with the water, even though your physical body was inactive and unmoving, your consciousness was very much awake.  It felt as if your hearing had expanded its reach to wherever the Black Lake touched.  And thankfully Dippet and Dumbledore encouraged the students to hangout near the lake more..

      But regarding the risks: during a past meeting, before your imprisonment, you were warned of the possibility that Riddle may try to hunt you down as a way to rid off any possible assets that Dumbledore could use.

      “Alright.  For now, let us sort out your school-related matters.  You of course, as I take it, will now continue your education at Hogwarts where you left off, yes?” Oh dear..you were now rethinking your past sentiment of missing lessons as soon as he said that.  “That is right, yeah..” Hopefully the new teachers aren't that harsh.  “That can be arranged then.  You still remember your house then I hope?”

      You simply nod, how could you forget?  You found a lot of yourself in Hufflepuff qualities, you could never forget.  You embody the Hufflepuff qualities a little too much, which also caused this whole thing..if only you weren't such a sucker for fairness.

      “I’ll be sure to inform the elves to prepare a few new sets for you then.  I’ll hold a meeting with the faculty regarding your classes, rest assured they will have no problem fitting you into the rest of your fellow 4th year Hufflepuffs.  You will need to choose an elective though, unless you wish to stick to your original selection.”  Right, electives..what were your old ones again?  Arithmancy and…muggle studies was it?  “I’d like to think over my electives please.” You muttered a thank you when he handed over a list of the elective subjects, skimming through it, 2 subjects caught your eye.  Divination and Care of Magical Creatures.  Runes seemed like too much work, and you wanted to try something new.  Care of magical creatures seems fun, and divination..er–it was definitely somewhat interesting.  Whatever, all you could do is hope that the teachers make it bearable..Merlin please.

A/N: theres still some things to be elaborated on but ill get to it in the future..dont want to think abt that rn 😭😭 : also, I promise you I didnt want to pick the same subjects as Harry and Ron but from a student's standpoint divination and CoMC was seriously the best choices apart from muggle studies

[moonbread123-wattpad]

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[anonymouse-is-here]

Hey, so I wrote a smut and I was wondering whether or not I should post it. It's Harry Potter x reader, Dom! reader, Sub! Harry, 392 words. It's my first smut so bear that in mind while reading. So, should I post it?

[hollowdeath]

injured (hjp)

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: as hermione's new friend, you and harry are constantly bugging each other any time you're together. however, one day, during training for dumbledore's army, you get injured, causing harry to lash out before promptly carrying you to the infirmary.

word count: 2k

cw: mentions of blood, mostly just fluff, maybe slight angst if you squint hard enough

a/n: yet another lil sfw blurb i wrote between requests <3 hope yall don't mind, might do a part 2 if anyone wants it!

"does she always have to be invited to everything?" harry groans, nodding towards you as you continue trying to steal his scarf. you're both following behind ron and hermione through the snow on the way to hagrid's hut for tea. hermione laughs in response along with you. "yes, she does. it's nice having another girl around." she tells harry, giving you a shy smile. you return the same smile, reaching over to successfully steal harry's scarf from him. "yep, you're stuck with me, potter," you tease him, wrapping the scarf around yourself.

harry rolls his eyes, stealing the scarf back from you. "well, can't you ever bother hermione? your actual friend? or ron? why is it always me?" harry complained as he dodged another attempt at you taking his scarf. "they're not as fun to mess with," you whine, crossing your arms. hermione giggles, giving ron a knowing side-eye that he returns.

you narrow your eyes at their exchange. "what?" you ask them. hermione looks over her shoulder at you with the same smug expression before turning away and giggling again. "hermione," you warn her, uncrossing your arms. she just keeps laughing, only making you more suspicious. "nothing, [y/n]," she tells you sarcastically, shaking her head.

"yeah, mind your business, [y/n]," harry interjects. he flinches when you turn to look at him, making you laugh. "yeah, that's what i thought, potter," you say triumphantly, reaching for his scarf once more.

"seriously?" you ask harry as he takes yet another piece of food off your plate. he's holding back a laugh as he quickly eats it, giving you a devious look. "i asked if you were hungry and you said no! now keep your grubby fingers off my plate," you playfully scold him, pulling your plate closer to you. ron and hermione laugh, giving each other that same knowing look.

"oh i'm not hungry, i just know you hate people taking your food." harry says with a smirk, reaching his hand out again before you smack it away. "ow!" harry exclaims, holding his aching knuckles. "really? you steal my food all the time!"

you're the one smirking this time as you say, "yeah, but it's funny when i do it." taking another bite of your food, harry narrows his eyes at you. he waits for his chance and quickly sneaks another piece of food, successfully stealing it away as you try to stop him. "ha!" he laughs with his mouth full, pointing at you. you give him a look, which makes hermione laugh harder.

"you two are ridiculous," she sighs, taking a bite of her own food. "oh, come on, he started it!" you say with a hand pointed at harry. he pretends to bite your finger and you narrow your eyes at him, reaching to grab the glasses off his face. "no, no, no," harry warns you, frantically grabbing for the glasses to take them from your hands as you lean away from him. "ha!" you repeat after him, pointing at him as you continue pulling away from his grasp. harry leans across the table and nearly falls before he successfully snatches the glasses from your fingers. "ha!" he says again with a cocky smile, sitting down and placing them back on his face.

ron rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his drink. "i agree with hermione. ridiculous." he says with that same knowing smile. harry scoffs, giving ron a look. "whatever," he shrugs him off. "she started it," harry repeats after you, nodding in your direction as he tries to hide his smirk. you roll your eyes at him, but you're hiding the same devious smile.

"late again, ms. [y/l/n]?" harry asks you in a teasing voice as you walk down the hall towards the room of requirement. you rolled your eyes at him. "shut it, potter. just be glad i came." you snap back, giving him a smirk as you pass through the doorway.

harry followed you in, making sure no one was watching behind him. he began the meeting thanking everyone for coming back for yet another round of training for dumbledore's army, and wanted to go over defense tactics again. as he started reviewing all the different spells and wand movements from the week prior, he asked everyone to partner up and work on practicing them again.

the session was going really well, and harry was helping people individually to get the motions perfect. he was just working with a first year student when he heard a yell from behind him, followed by a crash and a crowd of gasps. harry spun on his heel to see hermione running from across the room, dropping her wand in the process. this immediately worried harry more.

he made his way to the gathering crowd in the corner when he heard hermione say your name in exasperation. harry's pace picked up and he pushed himself through the crowd of students urgently.

he found hermione kneeling at your side, blocking his view of you. only your converse-covered feet littered with rubble and dust were visible from his angle. harry quickly rushed to your other side, his stomach dropping at the sight of your unconscious body, freezing completely when he notices blood coming from under your shirt. hermione was checking your breathing and heartbeat and trying to wake you up. harry's shock flipped into anger within a second, turning to the crowd that had gathered around you.

"who did it?" he asked, his tone rough and impatient. everyone stayed quiet hearing how upset harry was. they had never seen him be anything other than shy, kind, and timid.

"well? who was her partner? huh? who the fuck hit her?" harry yells the last part, causing a few students flinch.

"harry. it was an accident." hermione snaps towards him, causing him to look back at her. he's breathing heavily, staring into hermione's narrowed eyes as she holds your hand in hers.

harry's anger subsided, if only for a moment, seeing your shirt start to stain with blood. his anger was replaced with concern, dropping to one knee and picking you up in his arms. "harry," hermione tries to stop him, but harry interrupts her. "i'm taking her to the infirmary now. i'll make up something on the way. send everyone home." he tells hermione in a rushed voice as he carefully adjusts you in his arms, your neck limp as your head falls into harry's chest.

he rushes out of the room, ron holding the doors open for him, giving him a tight smile with worried eyes. "she'll be alright, mate," ron tries to reassure him, but harry's already practically jogging to the hospital wing.

a few hours later the sun has long since set, and you open your eyes to a dark room lined with windows showing the stars outside. you try to sit up in the bed you're lying in and you're immediately hit with an intense wave of pain, making you groan and wince. you notice movement to your right and turn to see harry's sleeping body on a chair pulled up beside your cot. you hadn't even seen him at first, so you were a bit surprised, letting out a gasp at his sudden presence.

this wakes him up, his eyes snapping open towards you and standing from his uncomfortable sleeping position to come to your side. "[y/n]," he says softly, his voice still groggy, hands resting on your shoulders to lay you back down again. you groan again as you lie back, your face twisted in pain. harry winces just the same, moving the pillow under you to better support your neck.

"i know, it's okay, you're okay," he coos. you look at him weirdly, never experiencing this caring side of him so intimately. "what happened?" you ask, glancing at the IV machine attached to your arm. "am i in the infirmary?"

harry sighs, his eyes searching you carefully for any discomfort. "yes, you are. your bloody first year partner hit you with his stupefy and nearly killed you." harry informed you, his voice gradually getting angrier before stopping himself to take a deep breath. "sorry. i didn't mean that. all you got was a concussion, and a nasty scar on your stomach. but, he could've hurt you worse," harry tells you, the anger returning any time he mentions your partner. "i swear to you, [y/n], he's never coming to another practice again. and i don't care if he tells the whole school, that kid is finished."

you can't help but chuckle at how riled up harry is, earning a confused look from him. you shake your head weakly. "it was probably just an accident, potter. no need to pitch a fit." you tell him with that same smirk as always. harry's body relaxes, breathing a sigh of relief at your nonchalant reaction and usual sarcasm making its return. though he wants to roll his eyes at how unaffected you are learning about your injuries, he's too concerned to even pretend to joke.

"wait, how did i get here? i don't even remember walking in," you say in confusion, trying to recall the afternoon. harry awkwardly shifts his weight beside you. "yeah, um, well, i had to carry you." he tells you. you shoot him a look full of confusion, shock, and humor. "you? you carried me across the school?" you ask with an incredulous chuckle. "you were unconscious! and bleeding! i had to get you here quickly." harry defends himself, throwing his arms up.

you laugh and shake your head again, rubbing your face. "since when have you started caring about my well being, potter? i thought i was just a pest to you," you inquire, cocking an eyebrow at harry. he nervously blinks and looks away from you, clearing his throat. "you were under my supervision, didn't want you to sue me or anything." harry says with a smirk, still awkwardly shifting his weight back and forth with his hands in his pockets.

"right," you scoff at him jokingly.

harry sighs, pulling his seat closer to your bed so he can sit down again. "look," he says, his eyes still not quite meeting yours. "i know we joke around a lot, and, y'know, you may even actually annoy me a bit sometimes…" he trails off, chuckling to himself. you lightly slap his leg closest to you, holding back your own laugh.

"but, seeing you like that on the ground, seeing the blood, i was terrified. i didn't know if you were okay and that killed me. i don't know what i would've done if…" he trails off again, his voice caught in his throat.

you give harry a sympathetic smile, studying his tired face. he was looking towards the ground, his hair disheveled, glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose. he looked upset as his eyebrows furrowed together in thought.

"did you stay here all day?" you asked him softly. harry looks up at you with surprise, his eyes studying yours. "yeah," he says simply. you look to your left towards a grandfather clock and see it's nearly 3 in the morning.

you give him another curious look. "harry," you start to say, but you're at a loss for words. he chuckles again, his eyes still studying yours intently. "i wasn't leaving. the nurses nearly fought me multiple times." he tells you bluntly. you laugh, wincing at the pain it causes you, but can't hold back. "harry, you didn't have to do that."

harry gives you a half hearted smile. "i know," he shrugs.

you return the smile. "well, thank you, then. for waiting and for bringing me here." you thank harry genuinely, causing him to blush and wave you off. you reach out to poke his sides in attempt to tickle him. "and i guess you really do care, hm?" you tease him.

harry squirms away and laughs, his blush intensifying. "yeah, yeah, whatever."

[hjpslytherclaw]

Hello! 👋 Your Harry Potter fics are an absolute joy! It warms my heart to find another HJP lover out there! 👓⚡️💖 Hopefully if it’s no trouble, what do you think about a fic where the reader, whose in a relationship w/ Harry, has a dream or NDE (near-death experience) where she meets James and Lily and they’re so grateful for her loving Harry & being there for him? Keep up the great work! 👍

ah thank you so much!! and absolutely, I've been meaning to do one like this for awhile now <3

here is . . .

Beyond Our Hearts | Harry Potter

Harry Potter x fem! reader

Summary! In which during the battle of Hogwarts, Y/N L/N has a strange vision of her boyfriends parents while fighting for her life.

Warnings / Content! y/n on the verge of dying, mentions of death and passing, a worried harry but majorly fluff besides that.

It all happened so quickly.

From throwing as many spells as she possibly could at opposing death eaters to having the world go pitch black, Y/N L/N's life had flashed before her eyes like a bolt of lightning.

She had awoken in a room of nothing but pure light. Looking around the room seemed to shift, one moment nothing but white to the Gryffindor common room, the forest of Dean, the great hall during the Yule ball, it configured itself to places she had known too well.

And as vast as it had originally happened, it had become grimly clear to Y/N what was going on.

"I'm dead," Y/N's voice was a bare breath, as light as a feather but weighted with nothing but despair.

The second those words had escaped her lips her mind had only thought of one thing.

Harry.

How's Harry? Would he be joining me? Does he know? The thoughts were drowning her.

"I've died," She repeated. She felt her eyes begin to water. This couldn't be the end could it? She was barely eighteen this was supposed to be where life truly began, not where it ends.

"Not exactly."

The voice made Y/N jump, the room had changed once more at the action. Now it had set the scenery at an oddly familiar place. It took a moment but Y/N had realized where she had seen it before. It was the Potter's house.

And when she turned around to find the voice that had spoken to her, she was met with the two former occupants.

No way.

Y/N believed she must've gone mad.

She had only ever seen them in pictures and visualized them through Harry's descriptions but it was clear as day who they were.

James and Lily.

Harry's parents stood before her.

Y/N swore she felt her heart stop.

"This isn't death, not yet at least." Lily had spoken, her hand clasped around her husbands. "More so of a limbo, a place between life and death."

"I didn't think we'd be getting to meet so soon, Y/N." James had smiled.

Y/N's mouth had opened but no words had come out. Pure shock was all she had felt in the moment.

"I understand the shock, I've been told even in the afterlife i'm devilishly handsome." James grinned, which earned him a light hit on the shoulder from his wife.

Y/N laughed.

"It's alright to be shocked," Lily said soothingly, she had something so comforting about her that made Y/N feel safe. "Meeting the passed parents of your partner doesn't happen everyday."

"I- I just find this all so hard to believe," Y/N had gotten out through a dry throat.

"And that's perfectly fine." James consoled, "What isn't fine is us having to meet you so soon. I mean you're a lovely girl, Y/N, but you shouldn't be here."

"Wait so does that mean-"

"You can go back to the land of the living?" Lily finished, "Yes."

Y/N had let out a happy breath she hadn't known she was holding. She could go home. She could go back to Harry.

"But before you go back," James said, "There's a reason you're here, with us."

Y/N furrowed her brows, only to relax them moments later. It was strange to have them be the ones to find her in her almost death.

"As of right now Harry had given himself up to Voldemort-"

Y/N's happy heart had faltered. "What?! He's not, he can't-"

"He's alright, Y/N." Lily smiled, "He's alive and well, in fact looking for you. The battle is over."

Y/N let out a sigh of relief. It was all over. Harry was safe.

"Though while giving himself up he was struck with the killing curse." James had told, "And in his last moment, his last thought, was you." James and Lily shared a smile, "We hadn't known at the time of you're arrival here but we both hoped that one day, when you got here, we'd meet you for that reason."

Y/N's mouth went slightly ajar. She was feeling too many things at one time to fully find one to express.

"We've seen you two over the years," Lily confessed to the L/N girl, catching her attention again. "All of the ups and downs, the good and the bad and you two have held together through it all. He cares for you in ways that astonish me. The love he holds for you is one that only the books seem to have."

"The way he looks at you is a way I thought only I could have, when I looked at Lily of course." James interjected for a moment, lightly squeezing Lily's hand.

"A look of pure and unconditional love." Lily smiled. "Harry deserves nothing but that. We never thought we'd be thanking you for giving him that this soon, but this was a chance we figured we'd take."

Lily had let go of James's hand and walked towards Y/N, Y/N had stayed still as she had approached her. Dead and yet so alive at the same time. It was wonderous.

"You have given him nothing but the love he deserves. You've cared for him and looked after him like no other, Y/N. We obviously haven't been around to do that and as much as that may always hurt, it's incredible to know that he has you." Lily expressed to her. "I can speak for both James and I when I say we're so, so grateful you've been there for our Harry. You've given him something so incredible, you've given him a reason to keep going and that's more than we ever could've asked for."

"The world was all we ever wanted for Harry," James spoke, "And though he may never get all of that, you've given him more of that than I thought was possible. I'm thankful he has you to lean on, you to love."

Y/N hadn't expected any of this, she hadn't expected to meet the parents of the boy she had loved so much, stand before them in a place between the living and the dead, but in the moment she couldn't find anywhere else she'd prefer to be besides with Harry himself.

"Now," Lily spoke again, sorrow in her tone. "Harry has just found your body in the living side of the world. And as much as I'd like to continue to thank you for all you've done for our boy, I don't want him to go through so much distress in finding you in this state."

Y/N felt a pang of sadness, she wanted to stay for a little longer, this was too short for her liking. But she belonged with the living, she belonged to live besides Harry and celebrate the end of the a lifelong war.

"Thank you," Y/N spoke, "For having such an amazing boy. Thank you for approving of me."

"Thank you for giving him what we couldn't." James grinned.

"I hope to continue this someday in the far, far future," Lily said softly, "Until then, continue giving our boy the love he deserves."

"I promise to never stop," Y/N assured them happily.

She was met with a joyous nod from James and an even brighter smile from Lily.

And then she awoke.

She was back at Hogwarts, her face covered in soot and dirt. Harry leaning over her.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, relieved, he seemed to have been doing cpr on her. He embraced her quickly, "I was so worried, oh my love, I'm so happy you're alright."

Y/N had still barely processed the interaction she just had but Harry's hug, his presence in general was enough to wash anything away.

"It's over," He confessed to her, "It's all over, darling."

She couldn't imagine a more blissful feeling. Harry Potter was her happiness, her calm after the storm, it didn't matter what happened next for the two of them.

She was going to keep her promise to Lily and keep loving him, with every star in the galaxy, with every fiber of her being, she knew she'd never stop.

And one day, someday, she'd get to tell them she lived up to it.

[pink-caffeine]

Tomarry prompt — ar/tt

Basically, a Rule 63 HJP.

Tom Marvolo Riddle x fem!Harry,

Who is named as "Iolanthe Dorothea Potter".

"Iolanthe" means 'violet' (a name that would fit her in a more 'modern' time) flower, a name which neatly ties with Iolanthe Peverell as an ancestor.

"Dorothea" is after Dorea Black who will be James Potter's mother in this reality. This would also help in explaining why she looks like a Black despite her last name being Potter, which would be one of the conflicts of the story: a child arrives at Hogwarts with a Potter surname, it could just be one from the American branch although they usually prefer Ilvermorny, or maybe even from one of Henry Potter's rumored liaisons, she should be; but she looks like the Head Girl's clone, quite shorter than she was at 11 but the very same face, only without the elegance.

The Premise

Usually time travel stories related to Harry have him regressing age-wise if they do not keep him as an adult, but this idea instead has an 11-year-old female Harry who is still the dreamer she was when the story started, still 11, still hopeful, and in need of a confidante but also guarded especially with adults, maybe even more so now that she's a girl, a kid just trying to fit in the new world she was recently told she was a part of by a large friendly but rather odd man.

It's essentially just two muggle-raised orphans in their secondhand clothes meeting each other on the train to what they could call "home" finally.

The boy thinks the girl is weird, she talks like those that he sees when he wanders through the richer side of London when he can, Received Pronunciation they call it, but she wears a t-shirt too large for her size with shoes that look worn. Yet her trunk looked like one of those expensive ones he saw when he was buying his list, and while the tee was large on her body, the material didn't look cheap.

Iolanthe meanwhile meets a very handsome boy, a complete stranger who is also very new to this magic thing and also muggle-raised like her, maybe a muggle-born. She did think that his manners were rather crass, and no, it wasn't the cockney accent or his choice of words, he was rather polite with them, she thinks, much better than her cousin or his friends, but there was something with the way he looked guarded when he sat but open with his words when he spoke, quite blunt and unsubtle, almost unhinged. He seemed like he loved the sound of his voice, and she should have been annoyed but he was too entertaining without meaning to be.

The story delves through the experiences of being a presumed muggle-born, and a controversial "love child" in which is arguably the most traditional house in Hogwarts, Slytherin, where either one would have had them be ostracized inside but still allowed them a measure of privacy if they stayed alone, yet the two stuck with each other making them more visible not only to those within their House but to the whole school as well.

They are two muggle-raised children facing a rising anti-muggle sentiment across the whole school due to the effect of the two wars, muggle and magical, occurring during the period, and then, that's where they discover the power of names even more, a difference they would never be able to change. No matter the whispers that surround her, Iolanthe carries a known pureblood family name even if they weren't included in the Sacred 28 list, therefore, she would always be confused for one. They would expect her to know certain things and sometimes forget that she grew up differently. While try as he may to learn much of the wizarding world, Tom would always be reminded of his muggle ancestry and strangers were more prone to assuming he was a muggle-born, and undermining him for that simple fact.

Set in the 1930s, there is less enmity towards Slytherin House from the rest of the school, though Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry would always be explosive but that was just the order of things; and because the horrors of the 1st Wizarding War in Britain hasn't been experienced yet, there is even less consideration towards Muggle-borns and their plights. Even the most open-handed one among their professors, Albus Dumbledore had his own brand of prejudice when it came to their other world.

It features the unraveling and reconstruction of a young Tom Riddle, his effort to remove the traces of his upbringing, his try at mirroring the personas of who he deemed as the summit of pureblood refinement among his housemates, chiefly Romulus Lestrange, Walburga Black, and Abraxas Malfoy, his struggle to rise in the rigid Slytherin hierarchy, from an outcast to someone who had charmed everyone, weaponizing his perfectionism and excellence in academics to carve his own niche, and aided by the halo effect, though it is something he will not openly express as a strength of his. He may have arrived to Hogwarts skinny and malnourished but it didn't deter his face from taking center stage among his peers and the human tendency to gravitate towards beauty.

It also introduces the creation of the Knights of Walpurgis, which was pretty much an inofficial boys' club by their generation of Slytherin boys, the respective members of their motley crew, and a glimpse through their family histories, their illustrious images, the pretences they hold up, and the guises they blanket themselves under.

But the families that will have the spotlight will be the Potters, who are reaching new heights with Fleamont at its helm, and the Blacks with their manifold members who are all well-placed in society,

[dorotheataylor]

Who he really loves

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader Summary - Who knew that one star-gazing night and a simple question could change everything?

Warnings: Super ‘fluffy’ (iykyk), very very little angst in between and as always my poor English :)

Word count - 1.3k

A/N: I've had this idea for a while so decided why not post it. So here it is. Hope y’all enjoy <3

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The cold prickly grass was nipping at your arms and legs through your clothes as you laid down near the Black Lake, and warmth radiating from your side where Harry Potter laid. The light from the stars and moon was the only source of light. The dim lanterns of Hogwarts seemed like fairy lights.

It wasn't uncommon for you and your best friend Harry to sneak out of the castle at late nights, or in this case very early in the morning. At this time, it was 1.45 am. For the most part it would be a comfortable silence, you both star gazing, deep in thoughts, or small talks about random things.

You had always loved space and everything about stars because everything about them fascinated you. So while you two lay in the grass, you often looked at the constellations or wondered about moon and it never tired you.

"Um, Y/N?" Harry called breaking the silence. You hummed in response not taking your eyes off the night sky.

"I need your opinion on something. Something important." His voice wavered a little, so this had to be important if he was so nervous about it.

"Oh okay, go on," you said and waited for him to continue.

"So, um, well, I-I think I'm in- in love with two different people," he said not looking at you but the moon and placing his one arm behind his head like a pillow, "and I don't know who should I go after."

"Well," you paused not really knowing what to say as no one ever has asked you such type of question.

"Well, tell me about the first girl. What do you think of her, how you feel for her." You said quietly finally getting a head start.

"Well, I've know her since our first year but didn't really start talking to her until our last. She is really pretty and I do like her, and I want to protect her but I think these feelings that I have kind of shrunk, when I realized I liked the second one. I know I still I like her but not just as much as I used to," he finished slightly glancing towards you. You were thinking.

"If you don't like her as much as you used to do, why are you still hanging on?" you asked glancing at him as well.

The moonlight made your skin glow and your eyes got a nice twinkle to them, and that one glance made Harry's heart flutter.

"Because I think she is the only one I really have a chance with and can have a two-sided relationship." He turned his gaze back to the sky.

You thought even more. There were so many girls out there who would date him in a heartbeat. And okay, you included. Because even though you've tried to deny it, you had fallen for him. And you'd fallen hard. Very hard.

You were best friends for years and it just happened. Maybe because it was the way he looked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way his hair would always be messy, you just couldn't help it.

But this isn't about you, it's about Harry.

"Okay, now tell me about the second one." You said slowly coming out if your thoughts.

His face turned pink, "I realized it only a couple of months ago, but I thought it was just a crush but I don't know when this crush became more. I'm friends with her, and the more I am with her I only fall for her more. But I don't know if she feels the same." He said his voice getting smaller and smaller.

"So you knew you liked-loved the first one, correct? But then you fell for the second one?" you glanced at him.

"Yeah." He said simply.

"Well, who do you think you should go for?" you ask looking back at the sky.

"Um, I think I should go for the first one, as I loved her first right? And I have more chances with her." He said with the same quiet voice. "But who do you think I should go after?" he asked his hands getting sweaty as he waited for your answer.

You thought for some more time and finally came to a conclusion.

"I think you should go for the... second girl." You said. Harry's heart bounced hearing you.

"Why do you think that?" he asked a little more quietly looking at you with pink face.

"Because you said you still loved the first one when you realized your feeling for second, right? So if you truly loved the first one, then why would you fall for second one?"

The only sounds that could be heard now were of the crickets, some owls, rustling of winds in the trees and water from the lake.

Harry laid there quietly, taking in every word you said. It all made sense now.

Why he would mostly be awkward with you, why he would mostly get nervous when you're around, why you were the only one who could make him smile even in his dark moments, why he would seek only your cuddles and sweet words whenever he would have a bad day.

Thoughts went through his head and then he realized. He was truly and unconditionally, deeply and undeniably, in love with you. He was in love with your smile, your laugh, your silly jokes, your personality. He was in love with everything about you.

He just thought he loved Ginny but it was you all along.

"Why did you ask me this, anyways?" you asked bringing him out of his thoughts.

"The first girl asked me out on a date and I wanted to know who I really wanted to be with before I said yes." He admitted. You felt something inside you by thinking of him being someone else.

"And have you made up your mind?" you asked looking at him.

He had a soft look in his eyes and even though the night was chilly on the December night, they still gave a warm look.

"Yeah, I'm going with girl two." He said casually.

"Really?" you asked with a teasing voice.

"Yeah, I'm gonna tell Ginny how I feel about her tomorrow." He said as he let out a deep breath.

Your heart sunk deep in your stomach when you heard him. Some tears came but you blinked them back. Was Ginny the girl he loved?

"You- your in l-love with G-Ginny?" you asked trying to sound as casual as possible.

"No, she was girl one. She asked me out earlier today and I'll tell her tomorrow what I feel about her." He replied.

You were somewhat relieved hearing this but still worried who this second girl might be. He can love whoever he wants and it couldn't be possibly you right? You didn't stand a chance. But maybe you could help him get with her if you knew who she was. Then he would be happy. And that was all you wanted.

"So who's the second?" you asked your heart beating faster than ever.

Harry softly smiled to himself and looked at you. The smile never left his face. His green eyes glistening behind his round glasses from moonlight and his messy hair all over his forehead, you couldn't help but stare with pink cheeks.

"You."

[myjealouseyes]

Request from an anon: ravenclaw reader x Harry where she meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc for the first time when coming over for a holiday dinner or something?

A/N — hello Nonnie! This actually cuts off right before they meet so if you want a part two with them actually meeting just request and I’ll be happy to write it for you <33

Request Drabble here.

Part two

“You’re sure the house apparel is okay?”

The words tumble out your mouth as you smooth out your blue sweater for the fifth time over the ten minute walk back to Harry’s Parent’s house. You thought meeting his family after your date instead of before would ease some of your nerves, but the opposite had occurred. Dinner had giving you more time to ponder over all the things that could go wrong.

While you don’t doubt that his family is just as amazing as he is, meeting them is working you up a little. For some reason, meeting them just feels so official. Not that you aren’t sure about Harry. You plan to cling to his side until he’ll no longer have you. (Which you hope is a day that’ll never come.) It just sends a kaleidoscope of fast-fluttering butterflies to your stomach to know things were getting serious. That he was serious about you.

“I’ve told you, it’s fine.” He squeezes your hand And kisses the side of it. The affection is almost enough to make you drop the anxiousness completely. “They won’t pay much attention to your sweater. And even if they do, you look great. Better than that. You look perfect.” His words bring a warm flush to your cheeks as you nibble on your lip, now with something akin to bashfulness.

“I just want this to go—“

“—perfectly, I know.”

His smile is calm and kind, like you’re being completely reasonable and not freaking out over nothing. “If I’m honest, I don’t see how it could go any other way. You’re perfect, so everything you do is just as. By extension.” A sheepish giggle bubbles from your throat as you squeeze his hand. “Science?” You tease as your shoulders start to relax “Hardly. Everything you do is magic,” he stops walking to give you a little smirk. “Literally.” You reward him with another, louder and more boisterous, laugh. (Next time he wants to go for full belly.)

As you approach his house, you look at him one more time for reassurence. He presses his lips to your cheek. “They’ll love you. Seriously, what’s not to like?” He kisses your other cheek. “And even if they don’t—which won’t happen—they’ll have to warm up to you because I really, really like you. More than that. I love you.” Your eyes widen like saucers, but he chooses is to ignore it for now. “So this’ll be fine, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he pushes the door open, dragging you through the door.

[hjparisian]

sandcastles and beaches- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x fem!reader w: fluff summary: harry and (y/n) decide to have a beach day with little james. a/n: this was a super old request that i have found the motivation to finish

Harry and (Y/N) were sleeping peacefully one morning, that was until a certain little boy decided to disturb the peace.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake uuuppp!"

Harry felt a small body pounce on him, causing him to wake up. It was their son James. Why was he waking them up rather it being the other way around? Harry and (Y/N) had been talking about a day trip to the beach, which was today. So as all young children do, it was James' responsibility to wake them early and remind them of the fun day planned.

Harry felt movements and a groan coming from (Y/N), signifying she's awake too. He looked over to find her facing them with a smile.

"Good morning you two."

"Morning love," Harry said to his wife.

"Mum! Mum! It's beach day! You guys said we would go to the beach today!" said James.

(Y/N) chuckled a bit at her son's excitedness. "Yes we did say that."

"Get up and let's go!" James shouted.

"Of course James but first let's make some breakfast. We can't go on an empty stomach," said (Y/N). At that moment a growl could be heard from little James tummy.

After (Y/N) gotten ready for the day, she prepared breakfast for the three of them. James had devoured his meal quick, considering he was quite hungry and excited for the day. Harry began packing things into the car with James while (Y/N) was making lunch to take with them.

James was following his lookalike around, asking him a million questions.

"Is the water going to be cold? Do you think we will see dolphins or fish? Oh, can we build sandcastles dad?"

All Harry could do was chuckle at his son's curiosity and excitement.

Once everything was loaded, Harry strapped James into his carseat before he got into the driver's seat and began their journey.

Throughout the car ride, James kept asking questions about the beach, which caused both (Y/N) and Harry to chuckle at the young boy.

Soon, the three arrived at the beach. James was ecstatic, jumping in the carseat. Once they were parked, (Y/N) got out and unbuckled James while Harry began grabbing their stuff from the trunk of the car.

"Woah! The beach!" James exclaimed once he saw the blue waters.

The young wizard started running off towards the water.

"James! Stay close to us!" (Y/N) yelled out to him.

James stopped in his tracks, looking at the waters while his parents try to catch up to him. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Harry and (Y/N) caught up to him, hands full with their beach supplies.

"I think right around here should be good," Harry says to (Y/N), who nods at him.

After they set everything up, (Y/N) calls James over, telling him she needed to put sunscreen on him.

"Mum! I don't need it!"

"Yes you do James. I don't want you to get sunburnt."

The boy pouted, but reluctantly let his mother lather him in sunscreen. The moment she finished, James jumped up and started running towards the ocean.

"Don't go too far James!" His mother yelled to him.

(Y/N) watched as her son started playing by the water. It was such an adorable sight to see. They need to start making more trips to the beach.

Harry's voice caught her attention. "Mind helping me put sunscreen on me, love?" (Y/N) looked up to find her husband with his shirt in one hand, sunscreen in the other.

She nods as she pats the spot in front of her. Harry sat down and (Y/N) put some sunscreen on her hand and began rubbing it on Harry's back.

"Seems like he's having fun, no?" Harry says to his wife.

"He is. Haven't seen him this excited since you got him that quidditch broom for Christmas."

"I think he was more excited for the broom," Harry chuckles.

"Uh huh. Sure," (Y/N) said. She moved in front of him to apply sunscreen to his chest. The feeling made her flush a bit, no matter how many times she's seen or touched him. She could feel Harry smirking at her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a young voice. "Can we build sandcastles now pleasee?"

James was looking at them with his bright green eyes, holding one of the beach pails they had brought with them. Of course, Harry and (Y/N) couldn't say no to the young boy. While she helped her son fill the pails with sand, Harry helped James with the construction of the sandcastles.

Once they finished, (Y/N) decided it was time for lunch. Unpacking the lunch, she began handing it to Harry and James, who practically inhaled the food as soon as it was in his hands.

The young boy was excited to hit the waters again, dragging his parents towards the ocean as soon as they finished their lunch.

"Come on, come on!" his young voice sounded.

As soon as their feet hit the water, young James decided it was a good time to splash water onto (Y/N) and Harry.

"Hey!" (Y/N) said, laughing. She leaned over to James and whispered in his ear. All of a sudden, Harry was knocked over by his two favorite people, all three of them landing in the water.

After a while, the three went back to their set up where they dried off. James had fallen asleep on the towel that laid on the sand. (Y/N) and Harry sat by him, Harry's arm wrapped around (Y/N).

"Had a good day?" he asked her.

"I did. You?"

Harry nodded. "Bet James had an even better day than us." His wife agreed.

He turned to look at her. "Hey love?" (Y/N) hummed in response.

"How do you feel about having another child?"

(Y/N) thought for a moment. She's been debating about this for a while. Though she knew she wanted another child, she wasn't sure when it would be a good time. James has been asking her for a sibling because he "wants to be the coolest big brother ever" and wants to have someone to hang with. He was still young so it wouldn't be a bad time to try.

"I would like that," she says as she looks as James' peaceful face. Harry smiles at her before grabbing her chin and kissing her.

[ladyvesuvia]

babe- yes. nobody's stopping you. do it. oh your asking me who? harry. him and you like this in ootp/hbp. ootp were he's tired of everything and snaps at you, and or hbp were he unintentionally ignores you because of the book and you get tired of his 'strange' behavior and you snap at him for not being a good boyfriend- i'll leave it there, you finish it <3

Letdown Countdown

PAIRING: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When loving becomes tiring. || kinda based on this scene and this.

WORDS: 4.1k

WARNING(S): cursing, arguments, angst

A/N: lyn, baby, thank you for this request. i needed angst. i’m so sorry this took long but here it is jsjdiw i hope it’s what you had in mind ;)) || also experimenting with a different writing style kfjrieiw

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    It’s ten o’clock in the morning.

    It’s a good day. She sees the disheveled boy in the doorway, his eyes watching everyone in the room curiously and all logic goes out and her arms are around him, tears of relief streaming down her face as she laughs more to herself than to anyone in particular. He’s angry, his eyes filled with something far from tears — he is furious. Angry, even.

    But it’s still a good day, it always will be if he’s within reach. It’s still a good day even when he’s mad. After all, he has every right to be; the luxury of feeling is what the world owes him if not the truth. She could only watch as he said everything he’s been keeping to himself.

    It was hard to get him alone the next couple of days, but she finally had the chance on one late night when they both found themselves seated in the table, glasses of water right in front of them.

    “You’re a year older,” she says, not wanting to throw him off with the same worried questions everyone’s asked the days before. “I think that’s cool.”

    “It’s haunting, really,” he says with a laugh to relieve whatever tension sat between them. “Sorry I was a bit — you know — when I first came back.”

    “A bit salty? Yeah, that’s alright,” she says as well, and soon the two laughed together. For her, it wasn’t hard to love Harry. Not when he looked at her in the way she had always wanted to be looked at; not when on the off chance that he does smile, he happens to be the only thing she wanted to see. “Sorry I didn’t write to you — not that I didn’t want to. We weren’t allowed to tell you much, you know.”

    She looks at her wristwatch. Surprisingly, nine p.m. has long passed.

    “I know, I'm sorry.”

    Silence again. She reaches out to hurriedly sip on her glass of water, watching him through the glass end of the cup. He’s staring at the fireplace, seemingly oblivious to her gaze and so she sets down her glass and turns to him with a smile.

    “Hey, what’s bothering you?”

    He only shakes his head in response and tells her it’s nothing.

    “Come on,” she says, digging her hands into her pockets. A lint comes out, and so she searches her other pocket. “Listen,” she starts again, “I’d give you a penny so I could say ‘penny for your thoughts’ and the next best thing would be ‘nickel for your thoughts’ but I only have a sickle so . . . sickle for your thoughts?”

    That smile again.

    “That surely sounds better than a dime for my thoughts and I normally don’t take prices for my worries but . . . I’ll take it.”

    “Perfect,” she says, tossing the tiny coin she got from her pocket to the table. He puts his hand on the coin, sliding it off the edge of the said table and slipping it into his own pocket. “Shoot.”

    He talked and she listened — it’s a good day.

    She’s there for him, she always is.

    Harry and [Y/N]. It’s always been this way for as long as she can remember. Despite the defeats they constantly face, she loves him just as she loves the first time they shared that knowing look in a room full of people. She loves everything, especially the day they became each other's on that one fated night of the Ball, young love being more than just young love. It is love; it is love whenever she catches him looking for no valid reason at all. Love is everything in between.

    She loves that he constantly looks after the people around him. She loves that he's spontaneous, that you never know what he's going to do next. She loves that he's hers, just as she's his.

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    “How many dreams now?” she asks him.

    “Eight, give or take.” Harry shifts in his seat, adjusting his glasses to have something to do. She knows it’s more than that.

    “You have to keep taking Occlumency with Snape, you have to tell Dumbledore!”

    “I always have to do things, don’t I?” he says, but he’s staring at the fireplace, eyes unfocused. There’s no answer to that. At least, none she could answer.

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    “Maybe it's just a trick,” she says in panicked breaths as Harry rummages through his trunk for his cloak. He isn't so fond of this suggestion, and she knows it. “Harry, listen to me.” She reaches out to touch his wrist, but he only shakes it away.

    “A trick?” he spats bitterly, facing her with a scowl on his face. “My godfather could die, [Y/N]. Think about it! He might be. . .” She knows what he's worried about. “I just need to check, alright? I need to check. I need to get to that fireplace now. What, I’m s’pposed to let seven days pass and be a helpless child? Just — for once, could you please just let me be? Can you do that just this once?”

    She loves that he constantly looks after the people around him, loves that his loved ones are his topmost priority.

    There's nothing else she could do, and so she nods. She wants to tell him to not do it, that she could see all the many ways this could go wrong, but she knows he has a clear idea of what he's getting himself into. “Okay,” she says under her breath. “But I want to help.”

    He looks like he's about to argue, but he eventually gives in and nods, albeit hesitantly. She could've sworn she saw a shadow of guilt cross his face as they left the common room.

    Then came the time for them to ride the thestrals. She could feel all the hair stand up on her neck, but she looks at him and a bit of her fear melts away. She’s beyond terrified, but she trusts him. They exchange a knowing look before leaving, and it was enough to give her the push.

    She loves that he's spontaneous, that you never know what he's going to do next.

    And they kick off the ground.

    They were going to what could possibly be their own deaths, but he isn’t scared, so why should she be?

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    It's a good day again. He's playing with her hands in the comfort of the Burrow as she talks about all the things they couldn’t fit in this different world. She kisses his hand in return, laughing at how his glasses rests askew on the bridge of his nose. He doesn’t want to talk about the events that transpired months ago, and so they do not talk of what happened in the Ministry. He doesn’t want to, and she respects that.

    She loves that he's hers, just as she's his.

    Now they're in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. She's walking down the shelves with him for a minute, and he's gone the next. It's okay, she says to herself. He's probably with Ron and Hermione.

    She finds it surreal that they're in the same place they’ve always been in years before, only that they’re here for their sixth year. They become older and older but today is similar to their second year; for in the length of Great Hall, he's nowhere to be found, and she's not sure if he wants to be. The answer to this was answered some time later when Harry slipped in accompanied by none other than Professor Snape, who appeared to be taking pride in the pathetic attempt at furtive glances being thrown in the young boy's way. He then takes his seat next to Ron, appearing to be disgruntled.

    Later that night, she asks him what's wrong, but he only shakes his head in response. She leaves him be.

    On the surface, they're alright. Some may comment on the lack of what was once there, but they appear alright nonetheless; he walks with her shoulder up to shoulder from this class to another, exchanging curt and brief words with each other. We are alright, she keeps telling herself more often than she should. We’re alright.

    “See? I told you you’re meant to be an Auror,” she tells him after finding out about his success. “You never listen to me, Potter.”

    He just nods, but she doesn’t mind. His head’s on her shoulder, and who is she to complain? She strokes his hair gingerly, feeling his breathing on her arm. She lets her hand fall down to touch his, and she plays with five of his fingers.

    They’re the only people in the Gryffindor common room, and possibly in the whole world for the only sound she could hear was the steady flickering of the flames. It’s a good night.

    It’s their first class with Slughorn, and she watches curiously as he hands Harry and Ron secondhand books. She thinks about the Felix Felicis and how little she could make out of it. Harry seems to think otherwise; she tries to catch his eye in hopes of asking how he’s doing but he’s only focused on his own cauldron.

    She watches him.

    She watches as he grins in triumph over his prize. Hermione doesn’t seem pleased, and Ron is curious more than ever, and so is she.

    She wants to ask him about the book, but knew pushing it any further wouldn’t end up well. They’ve been together ever since that lovely fateful night of the Yule Ball, but they’ve been friends long before; long enough to know he wants to be alone.

    Harry comes back tired in every time he returns from Dumbledore’s office, a weight on his shoulders always heavier than the last time. Maybe it’s far too heavy for him to do so much as smile. She lets this slide as she walks with him side by side on their way to Potions again.

    “Didn’t you get your new book today?”

    “Hm? Oh, er — yeah. Right here.” He holds up the book to her eyes. She sees the yellowed paper edges of the book, but doesn’t bother to mention it. If he wants to tell her, he will.

    Whenever that is.

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    “Sickle for your thoughts?” she asks, holding out a small coin during that dreadful night after the Katie Bell incident. Harry only shakes his head, staring at the fireplace. She drops the coin on the table, throwing a scowl at the book for Potions as she prepared to take her leave.

    “Where’re you going?” Harry asks. “Are you mad at me?”

    “No,” she answers. “Just tired.”

    “I’m tired, too,” he says in a tone she assumes is accusatory. “I just want a break from all of this but I can’t.”

    She wants to say more, but doing so would make it all real. “I know, Harry,” she says. “I know.”

    She’s about to leave but he stands up from the couch to wrap his arms around her and press a kiss on her hair. “I’m sorry.”

    “What for?” she says with a sigh, raising her hand to stroke his arm.

    He doesn’t answer this question, possibly out of knowing it isn’t wise to do so, but she thinks it’s far from that. She knows he doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for, but she lets him talk. “I’ll make it up to you.”

    “You don’t have to, it’s okay.” It isn’t. She could tell him right now that she’s tired of this and everything else in between, but she doesn’t. Her lips tremble as she talks, as if this alone is the most tiring moment of her life. She breaks away from him, not looking him in the eye as she bid him goodbye. “Goodnight, Harry. Sweet dreams.”

    She tossed and turned in her bed until four in the morning when she realized there’s no hope in trying to sleep.

    She keeps her eyes glued to the ceiling, but this is all for naught. It turns out telling yourself everything otherwise is a waste of good time, for it does nothing to keep her thoughts at bay.

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    The days pass by quickly, and the only thing she finds herself doing is watching the three of her friends fall apart. Harry kept to himself, but never away from that book.

    It’s alright, she tells herself for the umpteenth time. He needs space. But just how much does he need?

    As Lavender Brown walks past, she couldn’t help but envy the girl. Her and Ron are always on each other’s faces, and although it isn’t pleasing to look at, she wishes to have what they have. She used to have that with Harry, maybe even better. Oh, for sure it was better, and it was always a good day.

    When was the last time they talked?

    No, she shouldn’t question anything. He’s just busy with his noble quests and all that.

    She wouldn’t add up to his piles and piles of problems, and so she only silently glides into the couch occupied by none other than Harry himself, sitting down next to him. They’re staring at the fireplace as if it’s the only thing living in the world.

    “Sickle for your thoughts?” she asks with a smile.

    “Not right now,” he tells her, not even looking her way. He doesn’t see her eyes reddening, her throat locking, tears threatening to dance of their own accord down to her cheeks. He only sees her nod as she slips away once more, only this time he doesn’t call after her.

    There’s no easy way to tell a story such as this: She cries; she cries for the young love she thought she had. She weeps for the fun they had. It’s death without a funeral, death of a love she had yet to learn. But then again, it’s only puppy love, is it not? Isn’t that what they call it?

    The girl wipes her tears away.

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    He’s running, sweat trickling down from his temple to his neck. He rushes to Ron, asking to borrow his book.

    “Harry?”

    He immediately stuffs Ron’s copy of their book for Potions inside his bag.

    “Harry,” she says in an attempt to catch his attention.

    “What now?”

    She flinches, but she doesn’t stop. “What happened?”

    “This spell, I tried it and — just — I can’t explain it!”

    “Is this from your Prince guy again? Harry, I told you this was never—”

    “Never a good idea. Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”

    “Harry,” she breathes, and Ron’s watching them uncomfortably. Harry doesn’t even spare her a look before leaving. He simply dashes out of the room, bag in hand, his cloak dancing behind him.

    The next time he saw him was the night after Gryffindor won, and they were seated once again in the common room, just the two of them like always.

    She’s doing an essay for Potions on the table.

    “I just remembered it’s our anni—” He takes a seat across from her, and she immediately stands up, the chair creaking backward. He looks up at her with a confused expression.

    She begins to pack her stuff: Her quill, her ink, her half-filled parchment paper, her—

    “[Y/N],” he starts. “[Y/N], what’s wrong?”

    She doesn’t respond.

    Her wristwatch tells her it’s one in the morning. The number one; it’s quite possibly the saddest number to exist, not even zero itself could amount to how alone one is.  To be nothing would be better than to be alone, and she was every bit as deserted as the number one is.

    “[Y/N], what’s your problem? Tell me,” he says, following her as she begins to shut her bag close. He takes her copy of Advanced Potion Making from the table, for she seems to have forgotten about it. “[Y/N], you forgot your—”

    She snatches the book from him. “I know.”

    “What’s your problem? [Y/N], you’re making me look like a fool here. [Y/N], what? What do you want? What, you’re tired? You want out?” He continues to follow her, his voice raising. “Come on, tell me. Are you tired? Do you want to end this right now? Do you—”

    “Yes!” she spats in a fit of anger, her eyes bloodshot. “Harry, I am very, very tired!”

    “What, you think I’m not? I lost people I love, [Y/N]. This whole thing is bigger than us whether you like it or not — I DON’T. You think we could have a normal relationship in a normal world? Think again!”

    “This is the problem with you — you never want to let people in because—”

    “Because I feel responsible for them, [Y/N]! Don’t you see? They’re throwing this Chosen One crap on me and expect me to save everyone and if I can’t, I’m the bad guy. And my friends! You, Ron, Hermione — every single person I know isn’t safe! And I hate that I can’t do anything about it, now will you please just. . .”

    But she’s not listening anymore. She only watches as he continues on talking until she couldn’t take it anymore. She raises her hand, slapping him across the face.

    It was silent once more.

    "You don't see this working out, don't you?" she breathes out.

    She loved that he constantly looks after the people around him. She loved that he's spontaneous, that you never know what he's going to do next.

    She hiccups, and she couldn’t catch her breath. She doesn’t know what to say, and her lips are talking on its own accord. “Why can’t you take care of yourself for once? Why do you always have to be the stupid hero? What, you can’t ask me how I’m doing, can’t remember what this day means to us but this!” Laughing mirthlessly, she waves the book in front of him and begins to hit it against the couch beside her repetitively. “You always have time for this — stupid — fucking — book! This stupid prince of yours! Now look where it got you!”

    She throws the book onto the floor stomping on it as she cried. She doesn’t care if she looked like a mere child throwing a tantrum. She’d been holding this back long, long ago.

    “That’s your book,” he says, pointing it out as he puts his hand up to his cheek.

    “Of course it is, because you just had to hide your own, don't you? Because it’s so precious to you!” She couldn’t breathe.

    She leaves her items on the floor and storms to the couch, her hands obscuring her face. It was silent for a long while.

    “Are you tired?” he asks, gently this time.

    She nods, sniffing.

    “Do you want out?”

    “Harry,” she chokes out, her breath hitching. “I feel like” — she coughed — “I feel like I’m wasting my time on this. Like it’s more of a chore than something I want to do.”

    “You don’t love me anymore?” he says under his breath, still not moving from the spot from which she had slapped him. He's not sure if he wants to know.

    She wipes the tears from her face, turning around from her seat to look at him. She looks back down on the floor. Merlin, she must be looking like a mess right now.

    “I love you, Harry,” she says. It doesn't help that this is the first time she's ever told him this, and looking down on the floor in an attempt to avoid him doesn’t make it any easier. “I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved, but I’m just so tired. I loved that you're mine and I'm yours but Merlin's beard, nothing has ever been this tiring before. I’m tired of telling everyone we know that everything is well, tired of assuring myself that every time we see each other maybe by some miracle you’d try a little bit harder — just a little bit — but I'm just tired of. . .everything.”

    “Are you tired of me?”

    She doesn’t answer, but he has a feeling he knows the answer to this. He watches her curiously as her back shudders from the crying.

    “Do you want to end this now?”

    She’s doesn’t answer again, and he takes her silence as a yes.

    "Do you want out?"

    "Please, just go," she says in between her sobs. "Please go."

    “Consider it done.” He bends down to fix her stuff on the floor and with one last look at her, he swallows the lump forming in his throat, making his leave, leaving her alone until she fell asleep with the dancing flames emanating from the fireplace her only company for the night.

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    It's her turn to walk down the aisle and as she does so, she makes sure to not look at the groom's Best Man who, on the other hand, couldn't tear his eyes away from the girl approaching his end. He thinks of how different things could've been. . .

    She stands not so far away from where Hermione will stand, and across from her is Harry himself. For once, she's glad Ron is tall enough to obscure him from view, but she keeps her eyes trained to the arch nonetheless, waiting for Hermione to walk in in a dainty and beautiful white dress. The Burrow's still, the tall grass dancing along.

    Hermione walks the length of the dolled up lawn of the Burrow. It's a good day; everyone wears smiles on their worn out faces, for all the events that had occurred a while back has taken its toll on them, but here they all stand.

    By the time Hermione reached the end, [Y/N] kept her eyes glued to Hermione this time, more than happy for her best friend.

    Later at the reception, music played and as per request from the groom's mother, one of Celestina Warbeck's songs. All the people stood up to dance except for a pair in a certain table, both parties of which shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

    And a sudden thought occurred to her: Maybe, just maybe, one doesn’t have to be a sad number. Their eyes meet for the first time in a long time, and it’s one of a kind; the now is not as unfortunate and bitter as it once was.

    It’s just the two of them in the table, but it’s comfortingly familiar. He stands up from his seat to occupy the vacant chair beside her.

    “Sickle for your thoughts?” he asks, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

    “That sounds better than a dime for my thoughts and I normally don’t take prices for my worries but I’ll take it.”

    He tosses a tiny coin on the table. She puts her hand over it, pulling it over the edge and holding it out in front of herself. “This isn’t a sickle,” she tells him, showing him the nickel.

    “Well, ‘Nickel for your thoughts’ doesn’t sound right anymore because I got too used to the first one.”

    “Me too,” she says. “I got used to it, too.”

    “Well? I paid you a Nickel. Where’s my purchased thought?” he teases, and they’re both laughing just like they just did not so long ago. Just as they’re used to the sentiment of the Sickle, they’re used to each other; seeing the other smile, making the other smile, just. . .each other.

    “Well, I was just thinking about how lonely it is to simply sit among a busy crowd."

    He stands up, adjusting his tie as he did so. He then offers his hand to her. “Er — dance?” he says, quoting what he'd said long, long ago at the Yule Ball.

    “Dance,” she replies, taking his hand without a second thought, and they just danced just like everyone else. From a distance, they'd only notice the main stars of the day — the groom and the bride. But between Harry and [Y/N], they're the only people once more. Nobody says anything, and both did not mind the other's company.

    They don't speak of the times they almost lost each other, nor of the time they gave up on what they had, no. Because right now, as far as anyone's concerned, the only thing to say is that it's a good day — better, even.

    And hopefully there'd be more to come.

A/N: kvlsjlvjwwo omfg finally finished this!!! i hope y’all paid attention to the numbers hAHAHAHAHA u can kinda tell i rushed the ending i’m sorry

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Show Not Tell - Harry Potter

Title:  Show, Not Tell Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader Summary: The four times Harry told the reader how he felt about them without quite saying it and the one time he finally did A/N: this is for the anon who wanted some fluff with Harry! Requests are open!

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Harry has always had a hard time with words. Whether he’s saying the absolutely wrong thing, or he’s saying something bad without realizing it or he just simply can’t find the right words he can just never seem to get it right.

Which makes it pretty hard for him to let the people around him know how much he cares for and appreciates them. Thankfully, after years of being around Harry and witnessing his social blunders, his friends have learned to pay attention to the intention behind his words, and not necessarily what he’s actually saying.

His inability to express himself properly isn’t really a problem, until he finds the one person in life he wants to tell everything to. He had been aware of Y/N during his time at Hogwarts, but he never really noticed her until he ran into her again a few years after the war. He’s immediately captivated by her warm smile and her presence turns his brain to mush.

I wanted to see you again.

It’s late August, and the collar of Harry’s work shirt is stuck to the sweat on the back of his neck. He’s just finished having lunch with Ron in Diagon Alley and decided to duck into Flourish and Blotts to see if he can find a birthday gift for Hermione before he has to head back to work.

Her birthday is still a few weeks out, so he’s just casually browsing some of the titles near the back of the store when he hears someone come up behind him.

“Hi! Is there something I can help you find?”

The person’s voice is sweet and melodic and when Harry turns around he’s met with a familiar face. The young woman looking at him is earth shatteringly beautiful and his mind races as he tries to figure out where he knows her from.

“Oh, Harry! How’s it going? It’s nice to see you,” the woman says as they make eye contact, a smile spreading across her face. When Harry still doesn’t say anything, too entranced by her beauty, she continues. “I’m Y/N. I was in the year above you at school,” she reminds him with a laugh.

Harry remembers her instantly, a pretty embarrassing memory of him tumbling into her lap in the common room while he was messing around with Ron coming to the forefront of his mind. He scratches the back of his head, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Oh yeah, Y/N. I’m doing well, thanks. Sorry about all of that. I’m pretty awful with names,” he says awkwardly, as if the words are fumbling out of his mouth.

She waves away his apology, the smile never leaving her face, which puts Harry at ease. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like we ever really hung out,” Y/N pauses, and Harry wonders if the same memory that came to his mind has come back to her. “And you had way more important things to be thinking about back in those days.”

“Yeah, my brain is pretty empty these days,” he responds. A moment later he realizes how idiotic that was and he’s tempted to hit himself over the head with one of the heavy books on the shelf behind him. “Not empty, empty. Just not being possessed by Voldemort,” he continues desperately trying to save their conversation. “Wait, that sounds wrong. What I’m trying to say is. Honestly I have no idea what I’m trying to say.”

Y/N laughs again, and Harry swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. “I get what you’re trying to say. I think at least. Not too sure about that whole Voldemort thing, but I’ll let that one slide.” She sends Harry a wink and he can feel his heart flutter in his chest.

“I’ve got to get back to work, unfortunately,” he sighs, realizing the time. “But it was nice to see you again. And maybe I will see you again, some day in the future.”

What Harry meant to say, was that he would be back in the store again soon and that he’d see her then, but he just couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. He gives Y/N a final, awkward nod, before he leaves the store, too in his own head to see the pink flush on her cheeks.

Harry had spent the rest of his workday sitting at his desk, replaying the awkward interaction he’d had with Y/N over and over in his head. It’s been a long time since Harry has been embarrassed about his lack of social skills, but he can’t help but feel flustered as he goes through the situation over and over again. Y/N had been absolutely captivating, and he had been, well, less than stellar. But he’s determined to go back there and get it right. So, when the workday is done he heads straight back to Diagon Alley.

“Harry!” Y/N says excitedly when he enters the shop for the second time that day. “Back again so soon?” Her tone is light and teasing, causing Harry to smile at her.

“I thought I might see you here again.” Of course, you would see her here again you idiot, she works here he scolds himself. “Hang on, that’s not what I meant to say,” he continues with a nervous laugh. He takes a deep breath, his shoulders tensing up as he tries to find the right words in the jumble of his brain. “What I mean to say was, I wanted to see you again.”

Y/N can feel her face flushing, and she immediately drops her gaze to the papers in front of her and begins to fuss with them. “I was uh, hoping that you’d come back in, actually.”

“Really?” Harry asks in surprise. When Y/N nods Harry feels his shoulders relax and he takes a few tentative steps towards the counter she’s standing behind.

Y/N takes a moment to compose herself before she finally is able to look up at Harry, her cheeks still flushed. “Yes, really. You’re quite captivating, Mr. Potter.”

Harry’s mouth opens and closes several times at her sentiment, trying to work out what exactly to say next. When he had thought back through their earlier conversation he had used many adjectives to describe his behavior, idiotic and embarrassing had been the most frequent, but none of them even came close to the level of captivating. If anything, he had been captivated by her, he was mesmerized by her smile and her warmth.

“Really?” It’s not the words he wants to come out of his mouth, but it’s the only one his brain has managed to remember. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. Usually he can stumble his way through a conversation and come out seeming somewhat normal, but whenever he’s around Y/N it’s as if he’s forgotten how to speak at all.

“Yes, really,” she says again, a small giggle falling from her lips. “I’ve got to start closing up the store now. But, do you maybe wanna get dinner? Perhaps this weekend?” She scribbles something down on a spare piece of parchment and holds it out to Harry. “Here’s my address. Just send me an owl.”

Harry gives her a curt nod and grabs the piece of parchment from her. Their fingers lightly brush against each other and Harry feels like his hand is on fire. “Brilliant,” he says with a quick smile, before he’s turning on his heel and fleeing from the store.

Owl me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.

Thankfully Harry is much better at getting his point across when he’s writing it down. Not wanting to seem too eager, Harry waited until he returned home from work the next day to send an owl to Y/N. He thought about waiting longer, but it was already Thursday and he really wanted to see her again over the weekend.

He’s on his seventh piece of parchment when he finally manages to find the right thing to say. He wanted to be eloquent to try and make up for his disastrous attempts at a conversation in person. But after his fourth failed attempt, he decided to just be himself. He keeps it simple and after rereading it a few times he sends it off to her so that he can’t over think it any more than he already has.

Y/N,

It was really, really nice to see you the other day. I hope you’ll meet me outside the Leaky Cauldron at 6 pm on Saturday so that I can take you out to dinner.

Yours,

HJP

Oh, it’s Harry by the way, Harry Potter. I wasn’t sure if you would know what my initials are. Anyway, I hope to see you again soon.

Harry watches his owl fly away and when she’s no longer visible he relaxes back against his couch, already thinking about how he’s going to mess up his date on Saturday.

-

Saturday at 6 pm arrives before Harry is quite mentally prepared, but as Y/N approaches him all his worries wash away. She looks breathtaking, and Harry can do nothing but wave weakly as she approaches.

Y/N smiles warmly at Harry, giggling to herself as she watches him fidget. She finds how awkward he is endearing, especially considering how famous he is. Growing up Y/N had been told stories about the entire Potter family, and how their bravery had led to the defeat of Voldemort. Harry’s fame had only grown during the years she had known him at school, since it seemed that he came face to face with Voldemort every year and managed to escape alive every time. So, it’s nice to see that even after all of that fame, even after his heroics during the war, he’s still a bit unsure of himself.

“Hi, Harry,” she greets cheerily.

Harry somehow manages to return her smile, despite the fact that she’s standing so close to him he can smell her perfume. “Hi, Y/N. You look like sunshine.” Harry scratches the back of his neck. “I mean, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Harry. You look very nice too.”

They stand there for a few seconds in silence before Harry realizes he should probably say something. He holds his arm out for her, which Y/N takes happily. “Let’s do this thing.”

-

Harry had chosen a muggle restaurant not too far from the Leaky Cauldron for their date. Despite the fact that it’s been a few years since the war and life has gone back to normal, Harry can’t really go anywhere in the Wizarding World without being approached. And usually he doesn’t mind, but he’s awkward enough around Y/N as it is, he doesn’t need to throw a half a dozen strangers asking him questions into the mix.

Once they reach the restaurant they’re seated at a table quickly, and it’s only once the hostess has left them alone that Harry realizes he’s going to have to spend the next few hours making conversation.

Sensing Harry’s sudden nervousness, Y/N makes the first move and starts a light conversation about the menu and what kind of food she likes to eat. Her soft voice puts Harry at ease, and he manages to follow in her lead, his words only getting caught in his throat a handful of times.

Harry manages to make it through dinner semi-successfully. He flounders his words a few times, and he somehow accidentally ends up insinuating that Ginny is his girlfriend, “No not my girlfriend, my friend who also happens to be a girl. A female,” he had stuttered out when Y/N’s jaw dropped open.” But luckily Y/N was patient with him, and she laughed it off.

As they head back towards the Leaky Cauldron, their pinky fingers linked, Harry feels like he’s on Cloud 9. While Harry had suffered some embarrassing moments, Y/N never seemed to mind. As their dinner went on he felt more and more at ease, like he had been talking with Ron or Hermione.

When they reach the Leaky Cauldron, Y/N turns to face Harry, and he can feel his nerves from earlier return.

Y/N leans forward and presses a kiss to Harry’s cheek, causing both of them to blush. “I had a really great time tonight, Harry. We should definitely do it again.”

“I did too. And I would really like that,” he forces out once his heart rate returns back to normal. His cheek burns where Y/N’s lips had touched, and he has to stop himself from reaching up to touch it.

“Great,” she breathes, her eyes twinkling. “Bye.”

Harry means to tell her to let him know that she gets home safe, but the words get caught in his throat. “Let me know when you’re safe. With an owl. Oh, for Godric’s sake,” he mutters, placing his head in his hands. He takes a deep breath before he looks back to Y/N, a soft smile on her face. “Owl me when you get home, so I know you’re safe. That’s what I meant to say.”

Y/N laughs lightly, and she presses another quick kiss to his cheek. “Yeah of course Harry. Have a good night.”

Harry stands there in disbelief as Y/N walks away, his hand finally coming up to lightly touch his face where he can still feel the imprint of her lips. “Brilliant.”

You never cease to amaze me.

After their first date, Y/N and Harry see each other often, much to Harry’s delight and surprise. He wasn’t usually very lucky with his romantic endeavors, mostly due to his less than wonderful way with words and his just general awkwardness. The closest thing he had to a girlfriend was Cho Chang in 5th year, but he had accidentally led Cho to believe that he was in love with Hermione on their one, and only, date.

But thankfully for Harry, Y/N doesn’t seem to care that he isn’t the best at conversing. Whenever he says the wrong thing or his words come out in jumbles she’s patient with him, allowing him to figure out the right way to say it. Although now that they’ve been going out for a few weeks, sometimes when Harry starts to get embarrassed Y/N just kisses him instead, and Harry has no problem with that. He’s a much better kisser than he is a conversationalist, which makes both Y/N and him infinitely happy.

Even though Harry and Y/N have seen each other nearly every day since their first date three weeks ago they haven’t made anything official. Harry cares for Y/N deeply, and his feelings for her grow every day, but this is important to him and he wants to be able to find the right words to say so he can get them out confidently.

Harry pushes the door to Y/N’s flat open after waiting a few moments for her to respond to his knock. It feels weird for him to walk in without being invited in, but she had told him a specific time to be over tonight, so it won’t be a surprise if she suddenly finds him in her flat. As he steps through the door he can hear noises coming from Y/N’s kitchen, and the air smells of tomato and basil.

He can hear Y/N quietly singing to herself and he creeps towards the kitchen, wanting to hear her better. He peaks in from around the corner, an instant smile appearing on his face. Instead of seeing a knife chop by itself as ingredients fly through the air like Harry had expected, he’s surprised to see that Y/N is cooking the muggle way.

Having been raised by muggles, Harry still felt weird using magic to do some things, and he has already cooked the muggle way for Y/N a few different times. Each time she had sat on the counter, watching him with amazement. Harry had even accidentally overcooked the chicken when a lesson in chopping an onion turned into a heated make out session.

Harry stands in the doorway to Y/N’s kitchen, smiling at her back like an idiot. She’s quietly singing along to the Weird Sisters song that’s coming from the record player in her living room as she stirs something in a pot on the stove. She looks absolutely gorgeous, and Harry has to swallow hard to keep the word vomit he can feel building in his throat down. He wants to say everything he’s been feeling since their first conversation in Flourish and Blotts, whether it comes out the way he wants it to or not.

“You never cease to amaze me,” he says suddenly, causing Y/N to shout and clutch her chest.

She spins around to face Harry, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Merlin you scared me! How long were you standing there?” she asks, coming up to wrap her arms around Harry’s neck.

Harry’s arms immediately wrap around her waist and he pulls their bodies together as he presses a chaste kiss to her lips. “Just a few minutes. You seemed like you were pretty into it, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Y/N laughs, and kisses Harry again briefly. “So, I amaze you, huh?”

Harry nods, releasing Y/N so she can go back to cooking. “Of course you do. You’re smart and beautiful. You have an amazing sense of humor and you have the amazing ability to look past my chronic foot in mouth syndrome,” he says with a chuckle, causing Y/N to laugh as well.

Don’t get up, I’ll do it.

Harry and Y/N quickly fall into a routine in their relationship. They go out on dates three times during the work week. They alternate between doing things in the wizard world and the muggle world. Y/N is fascinated by muggle things and Harry loves watching her eyes light up as he introduces her to the world he grew up in.

Saturdays are always reserved for quiet nights in at one of their flats. Sometimes they order in, or they cook a meal the muggle way together, but no matter how their evening starts it always ends the same way, too much wine and cuddles on the couch while some random movie plays in the background.

This particular Saturday they’re at Harry’s flat. He’s sitting on the couch, Y/N’s head in his lap as they watch some movie Harry can’t be bothered to remember the name of.  It’s one of the first cold nights of the year and Y/N is cuddled under a blanket Mrs. Weasley had knit for Harry while a fire burns in the fireplace. Harry isn’t paying too much attention to the movie, he’s too busy watching the flames dance on Y/N’s face as he strokes her hair.

Harry has just tangled his fingers in Y/N’s hair when she shivers, causing Harry’s soft smile to turn into a frown. “Are you cold? I could get you another blanket.”

Y/N shakes her head and brings a hand up to squeeze Harry’s knee. “No. Just, content.”

Harry chuckles. “So, you’re shivering, because you’re content? I have to say love that’s one of the weirdest things I’ve heard, and I’ve said some pretty weird stuff.”

They both laugh at that. In the few months its’ been since Y/N and Harry met he’s been getting more comfortable around her, and his word fumbles have occurred less and less often. The only time he seems to be speechless or say something weird is in the bedroom because when Y/N has her hands on him his brain turns to absolute mush. He still has a hard time expressing just how he feels but considering the fact that she’s still around Harry thinks she knows just how much he cares for her.

They sit there in a comfortable silence, Y/N still watching the movie and Harry watching her. When she starts to get up, Harry presses her hip down into the couch, forcing her to stay there. “What do you need? A drink? A snack? Don’t get up, I’ll get it.”

Y/N giggles and wiggles in Harry’s grip, trying to get him to let go. “Harry, love that’s very sweet of you but I need to go to the loo. So, unless you’ve figured out a way to do that for me you’re gonna have to let me up.”

Harry immediately let’s go, a pink blush forming on his cheeks. “I-I-I,” he stutters out as she gets up. She presses a kiss to Harry’s cheek and the last coherent thought he had in his head flies out the window.

“I appreciate the sentiment though, love,” she says with a chuckle before disappearing deeper into Harry’s flat.

“I am a bloody idiot,” he mutters to himself, unable to contain his smile.

I love you.

Harry and Y/N have been together for 8 months when Harry starts to feel pressure. He’s in love with her, and he has been for quite a while. He falls deeper and deeper every day, but he still hasn’t managed to say it. And it’s not that he doesn’t want to say it, every time he sees her he wants to shout it at the top of his lungs. And he’s tried to say it, many times, but each time he couldn’t manage to get the words out and he ended up saying something else instead.

“You seem to be deep in thought over there. What’s on your mind?” Y/N’s voice brings Harry out of his head and back into the present. Her tone is light, but he can hear the concern in her voice. They’re sitting outside of Florean’s, having some ice cream after a heated round of minigolf. Despite the fact that it was her first time playing, Y/N managed to beat Harry by quite a lot, and they had laughed about it the whole way there.

Harry reaches out to grab her hand, intertwining their fingers. “Just thinking about you,” he answers honestly. She’s all he ever seems to be able to think about, no matter the time or place Y/N is always on his mind. Harry smiles when she blushes, his thumb starting to rub circles on the back of her hand.

“Thinking about how I just smoked you in minigolf?” she asks with a laugh.

No matter how many times Harry has heard her laugh it never fails to give him butterflies.

“A little bit, yes,” he chuckles. “But I’m also thinking about how beautiful you are. And how much I love your laugh. And how happy you make me.”

Y/N leans forward and kisses Harry. Her mouth is cold from the ice cream and it sends a shiver down his spine. “I love you,” she whispers a moment later when she pulls away. “And it’s okay if you can’t say it yet, love. Because I know you love me too.”

“You do?” Harry asks in disbelief.

Y/N nods and kisses him again. “You say it all the time without actually really saying it. Like when you come see me at work on your lunch break just because you miss me. Or when you make sure I get home safe. And when you just stand there and stare at me with so much adoration it makes me feel like I’m going to explode. You may not always be able to tell people how you feel, but you’re amazing at showing it.”

Harry lunges forward and kisses Y/N, their ice cream forgotten on the table and melting everywhere. But he can’t really find it in him to care. He loves the woman in front of him so much he’d let the world melt around them before he dared to even look away from her. Very few people really understand Harry and how he communicates, so the fact that Y/N does it so effortlessly makes him want to drop on one knee and promise to give her the world.

But as he pulls away from her mouth he resists that urge. Partially because he doesn’t have a ring, and he wants to give Y/N the biggest diamond he can find. But mostly because there are other things he should say to her before asking for her hand in marriage.

“I love you,” he breathes. Their foreheads are pressed together, and it feels like they’re the only people in the world.  I know may not always say the right thing, or anything really. So even if I don’t quite say it, know that I feel it. I will always show you that I love you, even if I can’t find the right words to tell you.”