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PAIRING: harry potter x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: nothing but harry potter headcanons, but both of you are friends with HEAVY tension. a little thing in the end, like a fic? itโs a bit heated tho!!!
WARNINGS: mentions of sexual content, maybe slight obsession, touch starved harry, flirting, kissing, fluff, a lot of tension (yes i love this trope hehe), hugging, friends to lovers.
CREDITS: divider of pearls, butterflies and bag is by @lucidve, divider of sparkling stars is by @anitalenia, divider with stars and brown stuff is by me.
โงโบ when this whole tension between you too started, it was not that much and it was just little flirting slipping in between the jokes or meaningless bubble talk. no one, including him and you didnโt noticed that, it felt just like usual friendship. just like always.
โงโบ later, hermione notices first, as she tells you that you two look like youโre going to kiss. of course you just laugh it off, but she was always right this whole time, did she? well she indeed later secretly spilled the tea to ron, as he furrowed his eyebrows thinking both of you finally did something. harry, by the way, always was denying the fact that he treats you wayyy differently than he does with the other girls.
โงโบ then this flirting starts to become a strange routine, you don't even notice the way he makes eyes at you and tries to give you a compliment, which outshines other words. and in this he was always a master, whatever he said, everything sounded truely sweet and sincere, as if it were the first pleasant words about your appearance you had ever heard. but how he could ever lie about the way you look and represent yourself?
โงโบ he always had feelings for you, to be honest. eyes always searching for you, for your eye catching smile with demanding but fluttering lips (later his most desirable thing ever ugh), for your delightful hair, for your fascinating gorgeous face features in general. oh merlin, he was rooting.
โงโบ every time you said anything back with the same amount of flirting, he was absolutely confused. how could you find him beautiful? i meanโฆ he knows he is the chosen one, but the fact of being overwhelmed by your beauty and presence never made him too confident about the way you feel towards him. he thought you always saw him as a friend, but still always tried to reach out for the any opportunity to make you smile or blush. he thought you were just being so nice mostly.
โงโบ oh, did i mention how HE flutters or slips when you say any basic compliment? one time you were sitting in the great hall, hermione and ron also here, just studying or sometimes chatting through. you eyes were fixed on harry, admiring how deliciously good his hair looked and how admirable his eyes were searching and reading the text. soโฆ something slipped off your mouth, โi love your hair today.. gorgeous.โ he suddenly turned into the sound of your voice, slight but still noticeable blush spreading across his cheeks, as he fully exams your face and laughs nervously with chuckle, โoh. uhhโโ he looks around, hermione giggling at the sight of you two, โthank you..โ harry mumbles, as he goes back to the text.
โงโบ he still thinks about this compliment till this day, always styling the hair he did that day you called it out. well, at least he tries to.
โงโบ your smell catches him off guard always as he senses it. anytime. you pass by, even behind him, he somehow feels it and everything flies off his mind in unison. you sit next to him, this happens again. you run into him yapping about another new divination theory you got on the lesson, he still gets too excited that he forgets about everything and that he even exists.
โงโบ could you please stop making those bunny eyes at him? donโt you see how he melts and how excited he gets? the way you accidentally bit your lip while thinking at the question you or he asked, makes him go feral in his mind. your lips look too lonely without his on them.
โงโบ accidental touches brushing against you all the time!! hand goes over yours, as he mumbles sorry or just chuckles. ankle presses against yours, he acts like it didnโt. this also happen one time, but not accidentally. he was slightly playing with your hair peacefully, spreading it a bit across his fingers, absolutely melting at the texture of it and how nice it was having you this close. yet it was on some boring lecture, and you noticed this gesture as he quickly turned around as if it was the wind.
โงโบ loves late evening walks or early walks with you. of course, he loves walking with you anytime, but these ones hit him right in the heart, as the atmosphere gets more intimate and more close, as if you two unite together.
โงโบ one time you went on the little date with some slytherin guy, he was watching your path on the marauderโ map. it was more protective either than being creepy. he just wants you to be safe.
โงโบ he is sooo sensitive at his neck and hair! as you hug him by his neck, he shudders every time itโs ridiculous. and when you by joke brushed or played with his hair, he felt so comfortable yet so overwhelmed.
โงโบ he doesnโt say it, but maybe will admit it one day โ your presence on his qudditch match increases the chance of gryffindor winning like on.. 60% or 75%? i mean, a lot.
โงโบ one time you received a bouquet of peonies with some favorite box of chocolate of yours. you never knew from who was it, because there wasnโt even a little note, nothing. but we all know who was it.
โงโบ well, he wants to make the first move one day. the way your face passes by in the corridors, the way you appear in his dreams in the deep nights: any type of dreams, either when he has nightmares and you break into his mind, comforting him and making scary things go away or you sitting on top of him. the way you talk to him, he canโt take anymore. fuck, he wants to kiss you so bad, to pull you closer and wrap his arms around you. and no, not the in โcasualโ way, but in the most passionate and desperate way ever, yet still respectful as he is.
one day, this actually happens.
he was yapping about something in the living room of gryffindor, with much passion. maybe it was one of his favorite themes to talk about. you two were sitting on the sofa, as the quiet, but soothing fire in the background shook softly along with the burning firewood, as the slightly opened windows were bringing in the soft wind of the nature. his smell fulfills the distance between you too, as well as yours does. this is even ridiculous at how close yโall ended up, but how else could it be? tension was too much to bear, he looked too marvelous and gorgeous, and he couldnโt hold back his feelings any longer as you were that close.
โso.. i mean. they say how it was. it was preciously okay from them.โ he chucked nervously, but also weirdly calmly at the same time, darting his eyes from your lips the whole time. it was definitely too hard for him not to look at them. how couldnโt he?
you place your hand on top of his, laying soft and warm against his skin, and lightly biting your lip.
merlin, youโre doing this stare again. he canโt resist.
โpreciously okay you say?โ your voice sounds restrained unlike his and you have composure.
he, on the other hand blushes deeply and turns his head to the ground, as if thinking about something else now.
it feels like youโre fooling him. manipulating him. how the hell you managed to look so pretty, attractive and hot at the same time? it felt like you put a charming spells and casts on him. well, indeed you did, but not by yourself โ he was just absolutely crazy in love.
it feels like he snaps. he canโt take it anymore. harry draws sharply and suddenly to you, gently touching his nose to your neck, burying himself in it. he inhales your perfume, deliciously but slightly licking the skin after. his mouth proceeds a quiet whimper, enjoying the sense of your closeness and your soft skin.
at this whole sudden change in his demeanor you moan. youโve dreamt about him being like that to you many times, and now, when he buries his nose to your skin, he feels so amazingly right, as if you two meant to do that such a long time ago.
you bury your hands into his smooth hair, slight pulling on them and tugging them back, as if his touch by his nose and tongue were too much, it felt like you could explode right now, as something in your stomach moved and you feel incredible tension.
but he doesnโt stop. after another sound from him, harry presses hard, passionate kiss into your skin, now deliberately sucking on it, as he makes delicious sounds of whimpering again.
at this whole another wave of touches you play back on the sofa and arching your neck way more, which allows him to press much more kisses into you neck, and even hickeys, leaving impressive for him amount of bruises.
you moan again, mentioning his name this time. at this action one of his hands roam on you cheek, stroking it, and then going into your shoulders and hips afterwards. merlin, how much he loves the sounds you making, the way you shudder slightly every time he kisses your neck.
he then moves into your jaw, embracing needy kisses on it, then moving to your cheek. as he does this, you practically hug your hands around his neck, as if holding into your dear life because this all feels so new, so much. and you like it. you love it.
he grunts when he feels your hands on him, which makes him stop briefly to catch his breath.
this whole situation is absolutely messy, sloppy and uneasy, you feel like youโre about to explode again, as if heat is gonna rip you apart right now. indeed, harry feels the same. but he needs more of you. he wants it as much as you do.
you take your opportunity to move to him even more close, pressing hardly and harshly your lips into his, finally gifting him what he was practically begging for. he instantly kisses you back, doing it with even more passion than he did on your neck. but this is the best feeling you ever felt, he is so good it, itโs insane.
you always thought he would kiss not that much and not that well, but now, he has twisted your notions even further.
this hard, yet love spreading kiss turns into a whole make out session, making both of your lips red and swollen.
he tastes so sweet, so flavourful, so delicious. you could swear you tasted a vanilla or cocoa lip balm on them. as you do, you share your taste with harry, tongue slipping into his mouth with excitement and agitation. he slips his own too, almost making french kiss with you, but more lustful, to say at least.
the sounds he makes.. he whimpers, moans, grunts but with quietness into your mouth.
your hands now move on his cheeks, squeezing the skin and holding again. you feel like air gets away and youโre starting to going insane, as if you two merge into one piece.
harry reluctantly and grudgingly pulls away from your lips, biting them before doing it. his fingers lightly tracing over your lips, marvelling again at your breathtaking beauty. he still doesnโt believe he just made all of this to you, and how he still managed to kiss you with such desire, as he always wanted.
you're both trying to stay calm and keep breathing, but it's too much to bear.
your fingers run the same way over his lips, marvelling at their texture and the slight wetness after kissing him. theyโre so swollen.
you let out a quiet laugh mixed with a giggle when you see how embarrassed he is and how turned on he is with his just flushed, but hot cheeks and messy hair.
perhaps, your little signs of affection didnโt end on this. and he was so glad it didnโt.
oh my gosh. i NEED that man so bad he is so hot i swear ๐๐ป๐๐ป i was thinking about these for so long, especially after i rewatched the whole series. you might need to do the same!!! :3
this is either happening in ootp or in hbp, but yeah. i hope you had fun reading this ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ sorry that i got lowkey freaky in the end meeehhh
tysm for reading!!