synopsis—Draco Malyfo is a pain in Harry's ass, this seems to remain true when he locks Harry in a room with you but…at second thought, he might need to thank Draco this time.
paring—Harry Potter x f!Reader
warning—kissing, confession? Reader is female, locked in a closet(tight space)
a/n—this came to me in a dream like some important prophecy
(2k words) divider credit—@/cursed-camine
Harry knew full well he should be listening to his friend. He knew Ron got antsy before every quidditch match and it often helped the red head to babble on and complain to any one who would listen to his self pity, though he prefers Harry’s ear to any strangers. Harry often calmed him down and helped him get his resolve back before a game.
But he couldn’t find in himself to listen to Ron’s high pitched twining, not when you were sitting eye distance away. He had to bend forward, getting food on his tie to see you, just a few seats over and far enough to where he didn’t look like a stalker ogling at you.
You laugh at something your friend said and Harry wished he heard it if only to repeat it to you later so you could laugh with him too. The same friend lends into you—a bit too close if Harry could say something—and your lips twitch up. A second later your head twists in Harry’s direction as he still stares at you like a fool. He has to quickly duck his head to not look creepy and forces himself to believe you didn’t see him staring.
Harry watches from the corner of his eye, waiting until he sees you turn away to face you again and you nudge your friend's shoulder with your own before picking up your spoon and eating.
The boy blows a breath of relief and he doesn’t notice when Ron pauses mid-sentence with narrowed eyes. “Harry?”
When he doesn’t answer, Ron follows his friend's gaze. He huffs as he scoops some frosting from his cupcake with a finger and wipes on his Harry’s nose. Hermione giving him a knowing smile.
“Are you even listening to me?” Ron whines as Harry’s nose scrunches up
“Obviously not” Hermione teases “he’s too busy ogling at her”
“Honestly you should just ask her out already”
Harry looks between both of his friends, coming to the realization they know about his ‘crush’ and with a grumble he quickly grabs the napkin Hermione offers him and rubs at his nose harshly to get the frosting off.
All three of their attention draws back to you, who stands abruptly—making a few cups tip over in your haste to leave the dining hall, blowing past Harry.
“Maybe she noticed you staring at her” Ron laughs and Harry throws a piece of bread at him.
“I’m sure that’s not it, maybe she forgot a book in Astronomy class or something”
“No” Harry shakes his head as he looks to the exit doors “she has Astronomy at the end of the day”
Harry looks down at his tie, bits and pieces of his forgotten soup staining the fabric. He stands then, loosening it before discarding his tie.
“What are you doing birdbrain?” Ron remarks
“She looked upset, didn't she? I think it’s best she has comfort” Harry says through a smirk walking away and Ron rolls his eyes as he calls after his friend.
Harry looks from side to side, debating on going down the left or right side of the hallway until he hears the creak of a door being open and his back straightens before following the noise, assuming it’s you.
His assumption is right when he smells the scent of your perfume and sees your silhouette entering one of the classrooms
Harry pauses…maybe he was a bit creepy.
He ignores the thought when it pops into his head and clears his throat to get your attention, you spin around and hide your hands behind your back, a guilty and surprised look on your face.
“What are you doing here?” You rush out, accusingly and Harry has to suppress a smile
“What are you doing here? What’s behind your back?”
“None of your business” Harry steps closer, trying to peek to see what you were hiding
“Well it can’t be worse than that, right?”
You sigh, shoulders sagging as you bring your hands in front of you. In the palm of hand is a large and rusty key, green with age.
“Don’t tell Mr. Quirrell” Harry looks between you and the key and tilts his head in silent question, waiting for you to explain. When you don’t, he asks.
“A key. It opens that closet door”
“What do you need it for?” Harry leans against a desk, arms crossed
“I might help if I know what you’re looking for”
“…My necklace, I left it here and I think the professor confiscated it”
Harry smiles as a selfish thought crosses his mind that he could use the situation he was so obviously blessed with to get closer to you. He was definitely starting to come off as creepy.
“I’ll help” you stand straight, surprised.
“It has to be around here somewhere” you offer him the key and he opens the closet, tucked away in the front of the classroom where old books, spare feathers, and things taken away by the professor are stored.
Standing in the doorway of the small closeted space, you watch as Harry digs around in the dimly lit room, spotting a book of his that was confiscated at the beginning of the year and he hands it off to you.
You dust it off, flipping through the pages before setting it aside.
“I wonder what other things are in here” Harry lifts up an action figure, silently asking if it was yours and you shake your head.
Then, as you bend down to retrieve the small toy, you feel a forceful palm on your back before you are violently shoved into the closet, falling to your knees harshly beside Harry.
The closet door slams shut immediately before you or Harry could do anything about it and laughter echoes outside of the closet doors as he helps you to your feet.
“You should really spend more quality time with your girlfriend Potter!’’ The familiar sound of Draco Malfoy's folly voice stings your ears as he cackles.
“This isn't funny!” Harry shouts, banging his fist on the door
You pull out your wand and cast a spell, lighting up the small space around you and you think it's a good idea Draco hasn't opened the door yet because the look on Harry's face says he would have punched Draco right in the mouth, rightfully deserved.
Harry tries the door, wiggling the handle until the pattering of feet walking away becomes distant and he knows Draco is gone.
“He must have spelled it closed” you say after a moment and with a deflated sigh Harry pulls out his own wand and a small light starts emitting from the tip
“What now?” Harry asks, its rhetorical and laced with sarcasm
“We will just have to wait for class to start and someone to find us”
“What’s your next class?”
“Good, when snap realizes you are gone he will send someone to look for you. Either way we will get out of this mess and Draco will pay”
“You really think any professor is going to believe us against Draco? And even if they do his father isn't going to let the school punish him”
“Maybe you're right but that just means we will have to take matters into our own hands”
“Im starting to become a bit frightened of you”
“You should be” you smile. You don't see the way Harry's brows crinkle as you drop down, opening one of the cardboard boxes “and I have just the right idea to get back at him”
“I still need to find my necklace. It could be anywhere in this mess and I don't think that door is going to be opening any time soon”
“On second thought…It isn't all bad”
“I know you are used to getting in trouble” you grumble, shining your wand light to see inside the box “but we could get expelled. How could this possibly be any worse?”
“We could not be talking right now, I’d say that’s worse” you look at him with sharp eyes and he gives you a lopsided smile “I might as well thank the door being locking for giving me a reason to be close to you”
“You should be helping me instead of trying to flirt”
“I can do both” Harry says as he kneels beside you, flipping a box lid open and digging in the contents of it. “So the ball” Harry says after moments of silence.
“What about it?” you move your attention to a different box
“On if we get out of here” you look at him, shining your wand in his face and he squints at the light, he guides your wand to point at the floor instead and looks to you again.
“You’re saying we might die here? What happened to your confidence that someone will come looking for us?” Harry teases and you roll your eyes “well I wont argue and if you’re certain this might be our last day”
“What are you going on about?” Harry shrugs and you raise a brow
“If this is where we are going to die then wouldn't it be better to have our first kiss now?” Harry's smile grows “before we die of course”
“Our first kiss? Like we would have had one if not put in this predicament? When did you get so cocky?"
“I wouldn't call it cocky”
“It doesn’t matter what you call it Harry Potter, now would you help me look for my necklace or not?”
“I already said I would but—” you roll your eyes with a sigh “it would help with motivation”
“A favor. Go to the ball with me”
“You’re joking” you scoff
“You could give me a kiss if you want that instead” you don’t say anything “you can always back out. Unless that is you want to kiss me”
“Yes” Harry’s head tilts “to answer your question on if I have a date to the ball is yes”
“Nope. He's a year above us” Harry spots your coy smile and one appears of his own
“It’s James, isn’t it? Have you kissed him yet?”
“Why should that matter?”
“You can tell a lot by a person by how they kiss someone” you face him, still crouched as your knees touch his “if they initiate the kiss, if they close their eyes, if they use tongue” Harry explains and heat prickles under the surface of your skin and you will it to go away.
“I’ve never met anyone who uses tongue on their first kiss”
“So you admit you haven't kissed him?” Harry places his forefinger and thumb on his chin to feign thinking “he seems like the type to use tongue with all his first kisses…noisy too and not in the good way”
“Harry!” A snort leaves you as you swat at him
“What?” He laughs “I’m just telling you what you’re in for and when you do kiss him, tell me how it is”
“Who says I’m going to kiss him?”
“Then do it for me, as the favor”
“I’ve never met a boy who would ask the girl he clearly likes to kiss someone else”
“I want to know so I know how much better than him I am” Harry whispers now, leaning in to make sure you hear every word.
“And what if his is better?”
Your breath hitches as he leans in and presses a tender kiss to your cheek. He doesn’t leave your space and turns slightly so his lips brush the shell of your ear.
“It won’t be” He kisses you then, lips lighter than a feather as they press against yours and it takes you a moment to register what is happening before reciprocating his touch, your eyes falling closed.
Harry Potter kisses you with the enthusiasm of a boy who has waited years to do so. He cups your cheek with his warm palm and tips your head back, deepening the kiss. You feel light headed as you pull Harry down and closer to you by his collar and you doubt you would ever pull away, not until the door handle jiggles forcefully.
There’s a pause before the door swings open, knocking into the wall. You and Harry separate swiftly as the light shines through the open door and a wand points directly at the two of you. Hermione drops her arm and gasps as she turns her head away from seeing the intimacy in the closeness of you and Harry.
Ron averts his eyes awkwardly, afraid they might pop out of his head if he continued to stare wide eyed. He steps aside to allow you and Harry out.
You look from Harry to the open door and wipe the wetness from your lips as you stand and rush out of the closet, not stopping to thank Ron or Hermine as you leave, utterly embarrassed and feeling a sting in your cheeks.
Harry smiles shamelessly as his friends before standing when Ron offers a hand.
“What could have possibly happened in those seven minutes?”
