pairing : harry james potter x fem! reader
warnings : physical abuse
a/n : I realized I cannot write angst.
wc : 1.1k+
summary: It had been months since she’d seen him, and when the weight of everything eventually broke her down, there was nothing left to do but run.
She didn’t know what was more suffocating — the ball or her mother’s piercing gaze. The mask did little to shield her from her mother’s silent wrath. With each suitor she declined to dance with, the air would grow thicker and slight cracks would appear on her mother’s composed facade. She might as well would have signed her own sentence. Her gaze flickered to the bracelet in her hand. The wine red clashing with her emerald dress. She lightly rubbed it and it soon was easier to breathe.
“It’s beautiful.” She gasped as he clasped the bracelet on her hand.
“It pales in comparison to you but I think it will pass.”
“Don’t get cheesy with me.” He clocked his head to the side as she sent a bashful smile his way.
“What will you do?” He shifted closer to her.
“For starters—” The words never come out as he began peppering her face with clumsy light kisses. Her soft laughs filled the air as his breaths felt ticklish against her face. She tried to retort but her laughs kept stealing her syllables. And ever so slightly in between Harry would stop to admire the smile of the woman he couldn’t possible live without.
Her mother grabbed her by the wrist, the bracelet digging into her flesh. She could handle the pain but started writhing when she felt the beads drop all across the hall as her mother dragged her towards a rather secluded section. She had lost a few beads but was glad for the ones that still clung to her wrist.
“If I see you reject one more, you are not going back to Hogwarts.” And just like that her whole defiance came crashing down. Plastering a tight lipped smile to her face she waltzed along the floor with someone. It was bearable since the boy maintained a safe distance from her and did dance decently.
“You are finally getting it.” She squealed above the sound of music as Harry finally twirled and dipped her without stepping on her feet. He might have gotten too carried away with the praise for the next second, he tripped on thin air and before she could catch him, he had booked himself a concussion.
“Is it still hurting?” She ran her hands through his hair trying to comfort him. And when his replies stopped coming, she looked down — only to find him fast asleep in her lap, his breathing steady and mouth slightly open. She poked his cheek, boinked his nose and lightly flicked his forehead. He was indeed sleep and too cute to not do that.
She gently shifted him off her lap, easing his head onto her arm as a makeshift pillow before lying down beside him. She felt him turn and wrap his arms around her waist as he pulled her close, nestling her face against his chest. A soft smile tugged on his face as he caressed the back of her head.
“I knew you were awake.” She lightly slapped his chest.
“Shush you will wake me up.” Sleep came easily to her that night on the floor of the Astronomy Tower — sweeter than any she'd known before.
Her mother was finally engaging in some conversations and her gaze had torn away from her. She could finally eat something though her corset wouldn’t allow much. Treacle Tart. The first dish she laid her eyes on had to be this. It was as if everywhere she looked, she was reminded of him. Her Harry. She needed him. She missed him soo much. Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes as she found it yet again difficult to breathe. Trying to distract herself, she looked all around the hall in an attempt to breathe only for her eyes to land on her father. He was hugging the boy from earlier, shaking hands with his parents as her mother was smiling for the first time that evening.
“I love you Harry.” She whispered as she brushed off the flour from his face.
“You are gonna be the death of me.” In an instant, he moved in for a kiss — but she was faster, popping a tart into his mouth.
“Like it Potter?”
She couldn’t stay anymore. She peeled the masquerade mask off her face running out of the house without bothering to change out of her dress. She had to reach him before her parents could notice her absence. She quickly exited the house and once she was a reasonable distance raised her wand to summon the Knight Bus.
“Godric’s Hollow” She gave the address to the conductor and just when the bus began squeezing its way towards her destination, she realized how badly she had messed up by wearing the dress in the bus. By the time she reached his home, her knees and elbows were scraped raw, stinging with every movement. The old bruise on her wrist had deepened to an ugly shade of purple, and blood trickled steadily from a gash she hadn’t even noticed until now. The wounds were least of her worries though. She had finally made it. That was enough. She knocked on the door anticipating each second.
“Harry check the door. It must be Sirius.” It was likely his mother. The door opened with a swing as she finally came face to face with him.
“Hi!” She waved towards him as Harry’s face morphed into that shock.
“I look messy right?” She let out a quiet laugh, surprised by how natural it felt.
“How did this happen?” He moved to cup her face, his hands trembling. Worry was etched on every feature of his face as he started panicking trying to keep track of all her injuries until he couldn’t. She wrapped her arms around him as if it was the only thing that kept her standing or rather breathing while she kept pulling him closer trying to get enough of him but unable to do so.
"I missed you."
“I missed you too, love. But please let me take care of your wounds and then you can hug me okay?” He was scared. Clinging to him, she shook her head refusing to let go and when he started gently rubbing her back, the prickling tears eventually cascaded down her cheeks. It didn’t matter if she was being clingy or desperate or even pathetic for it had been months since she had felt safe. She wanted to stay longer — to hold on just a little more — but it wasn’t meant to be for a tremble ran through her, and before she could steady herself, her knees gave way and she collapsed silently into his arms.
pairing : harry james potter x fem! reader
warnings : none i believe. fluff!
a/n : hello againx3!
wc : 0.8k
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The gravity that endures. It is steady irrespective of storm or stillness and often grows deeper.
Harry beamed at her clinching the golden egg as his chest puffed out with pride. He had defeated a dragon after all. He wasn't met with the same enthusiasm though as she rushed towards him swarming through the sea of students.
“Isn't it amazing?” He spoke as she stood face to face with him. She had been worried and he knew her enough to know she was now struggling to find both words and air.
“Hey I am fine.” He whispered rubbing her shoulders.
“I know.” Just like that she hugged him. She had hugged him before but this one felt so different. A nice kind of different. It was soothing and comforting reminding Harry back of the night when he slept on her shoulder. He felt his shoulders slump against her as his hands snaked around her waist. She shivered a bit but her head soon found its place around his chest. He didn't know where he got the courage from as he placed a feather-light kiss on her hair in a feeble attempt to soothe her. He later had to fetch the egg for it had rolled away somewhere in the corner of the room.
She looked ethereal and for the umpteenth time today he was rendered speechless. A turquoise dress, the silver moonlight, the soft sound of water and her - everything worked together in some sort of mystic magic to make him breathless. He failed to understand why Ron had nearly fallen off while looking at a Veela when she was there all along. He had ventured out of the hall to get some air and was instead met by the sight of her sitting by the fountain. Though he had fumbled big time by not asking her out for the Yule ball - he was a coward and hence before he could, she already had a date.
“Where is your date?” He spoke finding a place next to her.
“I can ask the same, Harold.” She replied, her gaze still fixated on the still water.
“She didn’t like me and went back.” Her mouth morphed into the shape of O, her eyes never leaving the water.
“Well, my date liked someone else and simply wanted to get her jealous by going out with me. He might as well be snogging her somewhere.”
“He is getting hexed tomorrow” That lucky bastard had her as his date and had the audacity to leave her behind. Harry would have probably died to be in his shoes.
“Ouch Harry! He had told me beforehand about the arrangement and I was pretty much pissed off at someone to even care.” She smiled now weaving patterns through the water. The gentle shimmer of the water’s reflection now played on her skin giving her an almost fairy-like glow.
“But still how could he have …”
“Would you have liked if he was snogging me instead?” She cut him off rather abruptly. She had torn her gaze away from the water and was finally looking at him. Her frustrated eyes boring a hole through his soul were adorned by a blue liner and pearly white beads. Merlin she was a fairy. His head slightly dipped as his gaze fell upon her lips. The slight red hues of her lipstick were present but mostly wiped away and her lips looked impossibly soft and plush making him dizzy.
“Can I kiss you, please?” Her dilated pupils and faint nod was all he needed as he gently dropped his lips to hers. His hand went up to the crook of her neck as he ever so lovingly cradled her face. The kiss started off slow and with each passing second he could feel himself getting light-headed. The feel of her warm lips tinged with the taste of strawberry shortcake stirred something in him and hence without meaning to, he let the kiss deepen. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as if in an attempt to compose herself from falling. And though he didn’t want to, they broke apart courtesy to the mutual need for oxygen, heartbeats thrumming as their foreheads rested together.
“I have wanted to do that for way too long.” He whispered caressing her cheek as she placed another lingering kiss on his lips.
“Me too.” She muttered admiring the remnants of her lipstick on his lips.
“Let's dance.” She wasn't going to let the night slip away without dancing with the boy she likes. Not when she now knows he likes her are as well.
“Now?” His eyes widened.
“Right here and right now, Potter.” He could be a little stupid at times. It didn't matter though. He was her stupid.
“I am a terrible dancer.”
“Guess I’ll have to teach you then.” And so she did as she slid her hand in his. She wasn’t letting it go anytime soon.
pairing : harry james potter x fem! reader
warnings : None just fluff!
a/n : hello againx2! And yeah everyone's awkward.
wc : 0.5k
summary : Spur-of-the moment decisions involving one's crush are often a recipe for disaster—but every once in a while, they might just lead to something oddly perfect.
“We are dating.” She clasped Harry's hand and as a matter of fact showed it off to McLaggen. She could only imagine what Harry's expression would be as she hoped he would play along with her charade.
“What do you want to believe me next, love? That house elves are running the Ministry. Even that is more believable than your silly prospect.” She cringed at the way he called her as the boy started feigning laughter in an attempt to mock the two.
“Shut it McLaggen. You really don't want me to…” She was interrupted but it's for probably the first time she didn't mind it at all. Well, for it wasn't everyday that her crush of 2 years would kiss her and that too when it was only their second time meeting. She felt Harry steady her as her steps faltered a bit, mostly because of the way the warm cedarwood and rain-soaked grass scent of his (she recognized this back from the lesson on Amortentia) was altering with her brain's chemistry. His hand on her waist pulling her close, his lips moving against hers and his scent — all were way too much for handle as she could feel her cheeks burning.
“He's gone I believe. And hopefully for good.” He said breaking up from the kiss as she looked in the direction that foul creature was standing.
“Tha..”
Merlin. It was just now that she had a proper glance at Harry's face for he looked freaking adorable. His disheveled hair and slightly swollen lips further highlighted his handsome features while his cheeks were sporting a perfectly beetroot shade of red with his eyes sightly dazed. She refused to believe that was the effect she had on him.
“Thank you for your help, Harry and I am really sorry for the whole fiasco.”
“It wasn't a big deal. Really.” He replied softly gazing into her eyes.
“Yeah?” She replied back equally dazed.
“Yeah.”
“Harry!!! There's a spider.” Came a shriek which she believed belonged to Ron and made her descend back to earth from whatever delusional world she was in.
“That's my cue.” Her heart shrunk a bit but she nodded nevertheless. With that he began running towards the common room only to take a U-turn towards her.
“Would you mind going to Hogsmeade next week?” He asked between short breaths.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Potter?” She grinned.
“Precisely.” And that was the easiest “yes” of her life as he again rushed towards the dorm only to take a U-turn again.
“Do you want Ron to die?”
“Trust me, he won't.” He whispered while giving her the cheekiest smile as he placed a light peck on her cheek and for the final time walked away.
pairing : harry james potter x fem! reader
warnings : none i believe. fluff!
a/n : hello again!
wc : 0.9k
nav : series masterlist
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Intensification of the gravity one feels towards other. It is often irrational and fleeting.
Harry had a crush. One would think it would be easy to hide it since it wasn’t often that he would see her. But when did life ever go easy on him. It was as if by some sort of weirdly amazing trick that she was inextricably woven into his life. Since their visit to Hogsmeade last year, she and Hermoine had somehow gotten close faster than she and Harry had ever bonded which meant that the two girls would be together for most of the times.
Nevertheless having a crush on her was a nice feeling. It made him feel like a normal teenager for once. The rush of happiness when she would laugh, the furious blushing at the slightest contact, the way his eyes would automatically search for her in crowds, the way he would notice her minute nuances like how she would scrunch her nose at the sight of peas and slightly cast them aside. He could go on and on.
“You will bore a hole in her head.” Ron chirped a little too loudly as he plopped on the couch beside him.
“Thank you for being so inconspicuous Ronald Weasley.” Harry retorted now hyperaware of his surroundings. It was one thing for her to catch up on his crush but he couldn't surely let Fred and George get a whiff of it. That would be far from ideal.
“It's on you mate for your little staring game is far from sneaky. I am surprised she hasn't figured it out herself. So much for being one of the top students.” They were currently at the borrow and would leave for the Quidditch World Cup the day after. Mrs. Weasley had invited the girl in question for the same and she as a matter-of-fact was helping Ginny with her Potions assignment.
“Why don't you tell her?”
“And get hexed.” Why was it that Harry was never caught admiring? Simple. She never glanced back.
“Why are you so negative mate? There is a chance that she likes you back and even if she doesn't, she might start seeing you in a different light.” Harry opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish for as much as hates it, Ron had a point.
“What are you guys discussing about?” She settled besides Harry with a quick ruffle to his now long hair. She had noticed how he would get irritated when she did that and had hence made it a habit to do it once in a while. Except he wasn't irritated, just flustered.
“How Krum is going to freaking destroy Ireland in the finals.” Being an Ireland fan she simply rolled her eyes at Ron as the conversation was diverted in a whole different direction. Harry simply rested his head against the sofa and closed his eyes as the two threw jabs back and forth at each other. It wasn't a peaceful environment exactly but somehow he felt comforted by the citrus aroma that forever surrounded her.
“Can I poke him? He is sleeping way to peacefully for my liking.” Harry could make out it was Ron in the back of his mind.
“Oww! Blimey Hermione” Ron had probably earned a slap.
“Thanks Mione. And don't you dare Ron. He doesn't get much rest as it is and I haven't kept my shoulder so still just so you can ruin it.” Shit. Was he sleeping on her shoulder? No wonder the citrus and vanilla hint had been more profound. He wanted to wake up but god knows which sleep induced coma he was in that even opening his eyes felt like a task. Or maybe he didn't. No he surely didn't want to wake up. The cool touch of her shoulder on his cheeks and the slight feathery sensation of her breathing were not something he wanted to lose. And so he stayed slipping back to his slumber with a slight nuzzle on her shoulder.
“Fred what do I see here?” George said in a sing-song teasing voice.
“Will you two get out?” She said furiously. It was just moments ago that Ron had left reluctantly after Hermoine had dragged him away to do an essay which was gathering dust on his table.
“Let me see George. Oh! I believe the Gryffindor keeper is trying to court the Gryffindor seeker. How scandalous!” Fred replied in an identical tone.
“And what will you do to our poor Harry then?”
“He is sleeping for Godric's sake.” Her voice was laced with extreme frustration.
“Tell us. You fancy him right?” Fred said his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I don't.” She looked everywhere but at their faces. When she didn't hear any retort, she glanced back at their faces and lord, they had the most amusing know-it-all grin on their smug faces.
“Ok I do.” It was absolutely useless arguing with them. Fred was somehow the more delighted one and she soon knew why as George handed him a galleon.
“She has a crush on Harryy.” Fred bellowed.
“Shut it you two! What if he hears?” She clapped back as panic set in her heart.
“He is sleeping for Godric's sake.” The twins echoed together.
Alarmed she quickly checked upon him and was relieved to find him still sleeping. If only the boy knew.
pairing : harry james potter x fem! reader [coz i love him ;)]
warnings : none that i could think of. but there is lots of fluff!
a/n : hello!
wc : 0.9k
nav : series masterlist
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A certain inexplicable gravity one feels towards the other. It is often subtle and steady.
“Sorry for being late, Professor.” The doors of their Potions classrooms bellowed open and closed with the same crash. The culprit in question was a fellow classmate visibly out of breath and definitely out of luck as parchments of her book begin spilling out, ruining her already soiled day. Ten points were taken from Gryffindor that day and despite Harry mentally groaning at the 12-year -old girl like any other student who was late, their was something inexplicable about that particular eve which stuck in his mind.
It wasn’t until the October of their third year that Harry saw the girl again, only this time she was a part of the Quidditch team. A keeper. She had changed quite a lot - both in demeanor and appearance, Harry noted. Primarily, she was exceptionally perceptive and agile, dodging the quaffles with extreme swiftness so much so that the absence of the injured Oliver wasn’t felt much. It was as if any hint of her prior clumsiness was wiped off. Apart from the subtle hello and exchange of pleasantries, there wasn’t any noteworthy moment between the two. And though Harry wanted to talk to her, their interactions were limited to slight acknowledgements and nods in the Great Hall. He didn’t mind it though.
“Harry!!” Her voice was the last thing he heard after the terrible memory of his mother’s screaming as he fell off his broom and plunged into unconsciousness. The next time he sees her, it isn’t just a simple nod and smile, instead her expression morphs into that of worry as she moves in line to walk along him.
“How have you been? It doesn’t hurt much does it?”
“I wasn’t injured thankfully. Pretty tough isn’t it?” He tries to shrug it off with his signature sass but her frown deepens.
“I am not talking about the fall silly. It’s the dementors. Apparently they suck all the good memories out of a person and I can’t even imagine how it must have been to face them. Not once but twice.” They had talked about the match loss, his broom breaking, his physical injuries and some had even mocked him for being the lone person to have fainted on the train. No one had yet talked about how emotionally shaken he was and had ever so conveniently downplayed his trauma.
“I heard from Professor Lupin that this helps.” And so when she passed him a chocolate bar, some sort of dam broke. He didn’t want the girl to see him cry in their first conversation and so while accepting the chocolate with unstable hands, he quickly muttered a small “Thank you” and just like that disappeared in the sea of students. It was much later that he realized how dumbfounded she must have been and ever so deeply wished that she had heard his meek appreciation. He thanked her properly the next time they met.
“Was she dancing?” The thought was incredulous but not entirely unbelievable for the footsteps marked with her name moved in great harmony at the same spot in the corridor. He was planning to use the secret passage to sneak into Hogsmeade but upon spotting her name inside the castle, he decided to meet her first. Upon reaching the corridor, he realized she wasn’t dancing but rather pacing back and forth furiously as if racking her brain hard enough to figure something out.
Upon seeing him, she brightened for a second but then dejectedly dragged her feet towards him.
“I forgot to get the slip signed.” She whined eliciting a laugh out of him which he later regretted when his foot got stomped.
“Why don’t you contact your parents and get it signed then?” He said while trying to soothe his leg. He wasn’t finding her that much likable anymore.
“Do you think it’s that easy? They are aurors and sometimes it’s weeks before I get to talk to them again. Welp I don’t think we can help it now, let’s just enjoy the chocolates they get us.”
“What if I tell you there is a way we can go?” He would neither forget the way her eyes lighted up nor the bone crushing hug he was later engulfed into. She was likable, he concluded.
“Even the lovesick look mirrors James.” Siris said amused as Harry handed over the Butterbeer to her.
“It's like watching him spring back to life.” Remus agreed. Harry was now flaunting the froth moustache as she laughed hysterically.
“Five galleons they get married.” Sirius sneered.
“I am not betting against them.”
“Tsk tsk. Such a spoilsport. Well since you are here, buy me some firewhisky.” Sirius muttered.
“No.”
“I cannot possibly go as a dog.” Sirius was exasperated.
“Then go as Sirius Black.” Remus was now walking away.
