hey love <3 can i please have a fluff of harry when the reader is his girlfriend ( she/her ) and they have a stupid fight over something harry did and he finally apologize to her and they end making out in the common room !!
silly disputes — harry potter
❀ a/n: thank you for requesting! i fucking love harry sm so obviously i’m gonna do it yk 🙄 i changed it to y/n’s dorm if that’s okay :)
❀ pairing: harry x fem!reader
❀ synopsis: harry and his girlfriend have a stupid argument and fix it with a make-up make-out.
❀ warnings: (not proofread), angst, arguments, mean-ish!harry (only for a bit), crying, making out, i love yous 😊
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harry and y/n were lying on the sofa together. she was lying in between harry legs, her back against his chest. they were simply staring at the fire and enjoying each other’s company. all was well. that is, until harry spoke.
“y/n, can you get up? i have to go.” his girlfriend turned to look at him.
“go? go where?” harry got up after y/n moved away. he grabbed his things from the floor.
“really? who are you tutoring?” y/n followed harry towards the entrance of the common room. harry stopped and turned around to look at her.
“romilda vane.” he said plainly. he turned around again, prepared to leave but was caught by the grip on his wrist.
“romilda vane? seriously?” y/n looked upset as harry turned around to face her again.
“yeah. is there a problem?” harry asked.
“yeah, there’s a problem. you’re gonna be left alone in a room with her.”
“oh, i see. you’re jealous.”
“okay, then let me go tutor her.” harry crossed his arms over his chest.
“no! do you even know her reputation with guys at this school? she’ll do anything to pull them!”
“okay, now you’re just being paranoid.” harry muttered. y/n scowled angrily, feeling the tears behind her eyes.
“i’m being paranoid? harry, she’s tried to drug you with a love potion before, remember?! but ron got it instead. what do you think would’ve happened if ron hadn’t eaten those chocolates?”
“i don’t know y/n, but romilda’s a nice girl. i’m sure she didn’t mean to hurt anyone. don’t you trust me?” y/n placed a hand on her forehead and groaned quietly.
“are you fucking kidding me?! of course i trust you! it’s her i don’t trust!”
“i don’t believe you.” harry stared her in the eyes, glaring.
“so you believe her over me?” the tears were getting harder to hold back.
“yeah, i do. you know i never knew you were the jealous type. that’s so unattractive.” fuck it. the tears were falling down the girl’s cheeks, non-stop.
“you know what?! go fucking tutor her, okay! i don’t want to fight with you anymore.” y/n almost choked out a sob. harry left without a word, leaving his girlfriend in the middle of the room, crying her eyes out.
maybe she was just being jealous. but she was just worried about harry. she knew how intense romilda could be about getting what she wants. and she’d never actually do anything unless harry was alone.
the fact is harry and y/n needed each other the most. but harry didn’t see the problem in tutoring a girl in his class. he was upset that his girlfriend thought that he would do something to hurt her. and in the heat of the moment, he said some things he regretted. but he was too prideful to apologize.
of course the tutoring session went how y/n thought it would. romilda not so subtly flirting with harry, touching his arm, laughing at stupid jokes, etc.
at one point she even grabbed his face and tried to kiss him. but harry stopped her before she could. that’s when he realized, y/n was right. she was right not to trust romilda, and he needed to make up with her, now.
he took his things and left, not a word to romilda. he ran into the common room desperately, finding it empty. he ran up the stairs to her dorm and knocked softly on the door.
“who is it?” he heard a horse voice from inside the room. she was probably crying, he thought. now he felt worse about the fight.
“umm, it’s harry.” harry heard shuffling inside the room and lit up expecting her to open the door. nope.
“please, y/n. i’m sorry, you were right about romilda. you weren’t being paranoid you were just looking out for me. i’m sorry, i should have listened to you. you don’t have to let me in but i just wanted to apologize.” at that, y/n opened the door. she stood with tear-stained cheeks.
“come in.” she stepped aside and let her boyfriend in. they sat on the bed in silence. “so what happened?”
“she tried to kiss me. i stopped it.” y/n nodded and muttered,
“i know. and i’m sorry i said such horrible things to you. i just- i thought you didn’t trust me. i didn’t understand. I regretted it as soon as i said it.”
“what you did was wrong,” y/n started.
“but if you give me your word to never to do it again and keep it, i’ll forgive you.” harry nodded and took hold of y/n’s hands.
“i promise. i won’t hurt you again, okay. at least not intentionally.” there he is. y/n thought. she hugged harry, chuckling.
“let’s never fight like this again, okay? i love you.” harry smiled against y/n’s shoulder and grabbed her face to kiss her. she kissed back lovingly, having missed the feeling of his lips on hers.
digging her hands in the boy’s hair, y/n deepened the kiss, sending sparks down harry’s spine. wanting more, he moved his mouth down toward her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her collar bone.
y/n groaned softly and pulled harry back up to her lips to kiss him. she slipped her tongue into his mouth and brought him closer, if possible. after a while of making out, they pulled away breathlessly, smiling at each other. harry spoke,