― also hi, i'm back after a little hiatus from this blog! i'm currently working on a request i got from an anon, and now that my gcses are over, i hope to be able to write a lot more in the near future :)
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Hermione was still giggling at the aftermath from the last dare she had given you. You pressed your lips together in a thin line to suppress your embarrassment, not wanting your friend to laugh at you even more.
You clear your throat, turning to Harry. He was sitting to your left, meeting your eyes with a wide-eyed stare.
There was no way that your friend didn't see the devilish gleam in your eyes. You were in the mood to tease Harry. It was something that you loved to do - there was something exhilarating about catching the boy out.
That rush of adrenaline most likely came from the fact that you were teasing the boy that you'd had a crush on for years. Obviously, you weren't going to admit that to anyone other than Hermione, but provoking Harry seemed to be your way of flirting.
You leaned closer to him slightly. Even this small change in proximity made his breath hitch in his throat.
"Truth or dare?" you ask plainly, not even trying to hide your smirk as his face starts to turn red.
Harry swallowed, hoping to get any sort of moisture in his mouth or he feared that his words would come out as incoherent mumbles, "Truth?"
His reply was uncertain which made Ron cackle from the sidelines. Harry paid no mind to his friend, unable to look away from you.
"Perfect," you grin, "I dare you to kiss me."
The room fell silent. Nobody dared to speak.
Harry, so stunned by your proposition, slowly let his eyes wander down to your lips.
You'd caught him out - he didn't even notice that you'd dared him to do something when he asked for a truth.
Now that you'd gotten this far, you started to panic. Part of you had thought that Harry would've realised your trick, so you never thought about the situation that you were in now.
Neither you nor Harry noticed, but Ron opened his mouth to remind Harry that he chose truth, but Hermione smacked him in the shoulder to shut him up.
"Are you sure?" Harry whispered, discreetly running his tongue along his lower lip.
If this tension kept up for any longer, you were sure you'd cave in first. But that wasn't what you wanted.
"Only if you are." you reply just as quietly.
Harry didn't need any more confirmation from you, the look in your eyes was enough to prove to him that you were being truthful.
Within an instant, he had a hand on the back of your neck and gently pulled you into a searing kiss. Your hands laid on the sides of his face, making sure he stayed where he was. You felt his other hand slide around your waist and you could feel him smiling against your lips.
It wasn't a short kiss by any means. Your lips moved with his in perfect sync, but you only pulled away from eachother when Ron coughed awkwardly.
The pair of you lurched away from eachother, both embarrassed and refusing to look at eachother after such a head-spinning moment.
Ron groaned, frustrated that he was just forced into watching two of his best friends make out in front of him, "Harry, I don't know if you realised it - but you CHOSE A TRUTH!"
― hagrid's first care of magical creatures class turns into something different when harry volunteers to approach buckbeak by your side
― fluff
― 1.1k words
― warnings: none
― wow i really do some up with my cooler prompts and oneshot names during the early hours of the morning
― tbh this is super rushed but that's only because i'm trying to fully clear out my drafts
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Buckbeak was a magnificent creature.
In the few seconds since Hagrid had guided him out of the shadows of the thick shrubbery and into the light of the clearing that you and your class were stood in, you'd become incredibly intrigued by him.
In fact, you were so distracted by the magnificent creature in front of you that you didn't realise the rest of the class shying away from the creature.
Hagrid had called for someone to approach Buckbeak, and when he turned around and saw you in front of everyone else, he started applauding.
Nobody else was making any noise whatsoever, probably because they were trying not to draw attention to themselves so they wouldn't get chosen next.
"Well done Y/n, very brave, very brave." he chuckled.
"But Hagr- Professor! I didn't mean t-" you fumble over your words, but get cut off by Hagrid nonetheless.
"Nonsense, I'm glad you're showing some Gryffindor spirit!"
"Wait... what did you mean when you said it'd be brave of me to go near him?"
"You'll see, let me get him ready." Hagrid replies in his usual jolly tone, blind to all of your fear.
When the professor's back was turned, you shot a panicked look over your shoulder towards your friends. Ron and Hermione looked back at you sympathetically, but Harry seemed almost as scared as you.
The raven-haired boy's heart felt like it'd dropped into his stomach as a sudden urge of protectiveness overtook him.
"Hagrid!" Harry suddenly called.
He received countless dirty looks from nearby Slytherins because of his disturbance, but once the professor's gaze returned to the waiting class, they quickly changed their expressions.
"What is it Harry?"
Your friend's chest rose and fell heavily, "Can I approach Buckbeak too?"
The clearing fell into silence, if all eyes weren't on you before, they sure were now.
"I want to go near him too!" Harry said with more confidence this time, stepping out from the main bulk of the class to stand beside you.
The air felt electrically charged when his eyes met yours. The air felt like it'd been knocked out of your lungs when his lips twitched up into a near-invisible smile for a fraction of a second.
Hagrid turned his back once more as he made sure Buckbeak's leash was properly secure.
"Thank you." you mouth to Harry. Your hand instinctively found his larger one and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Hagrid's voice echoed through the forbidden forest, "Come on you two, let's not waste any time!"
You and nod at eachother, and then at your teacher before stepping forward to be taught how to correctly bow at Buckbeak.
Everything went without a hitch, you and Harry both did wonderfully under pressure and neither of you ended up losing a limb.
Harry was secretly amazed that not a single drop of blood was spilled.
It was all perfect - that was until Hagrid picked you up from under your arms in the way that you would hold an angry toddler.
The moment that your feet left the ground was the moment that you knew everything was going to get a whole lot worse.
Rather unceremoniously and against your own will, you were dumped onto Buckbeak's back. Harry stared on at you in shock, knowing that he was next.
He was placed in front of you (and struggled with finding his balance a lit more than you did). No matter how many times either of you trued to persuade Hagrid to let you down, he insisted that it'd be fun.
With a rushed warning about not pulling Buckbeak's feathers out, Hagrid slapped the creature's hind and sent him into a sprit through the trees.
You grabbed onto the nearest stable thing that you could, which meant that you ended up with your arms around Harry's waist.
"Y/n?! Are you alri-" the raven-haired boy cut himself off with a terrified yelp when Buckbeak suddenly jumped off of a cliff's edge.
Your screams matched his and you tightened your grip on his body, burying your face into his back as if to hide from the danger around you.
Harry wondered if you could hear how fast his heart was thumping from your actions, but then pushed that thought to the side when he remembered that you were both plummeting to your deaths along with a glorified bird-lion hybrid.
Buckbeak's wings unfurled at the last moment, catching all three of you only moments before you all hit the water. He flew even more steadily than before, much to your relief.
"The bloody thing was messing with us this whole time!" you growl.
"Hey, hey, don't say that! He could easily shake us off of him right now, and I don't fancy taking a bath in the lake." Harry whispers back carefully.
You can feel him scowling down at your stoll-cowering form. When you shift your body backwards to playfully glare back at him, you realise how close your faces are.
Somehow, you still hadn't moved away from him since you both got on Buckbeak, if anything you'd only moved closer throughout the ride.
As much as you would've loved to spend the rest of your evening staring into Harry's emerald eyes, your attention got stolen by the view behind him.
"Look!" you say, smiling softly.
In front of both of you, the sun was setting over the river that you were flying along. The golden rays reflected across the water in a way that made you feel like you were in some sort of fairytale.
You leaned forward ever so slightly and rested your chin on his shoulder to get a better view. Your chest was pressed against his back and your hands were around his waist, but Harry didn't know what to do at all.
Internally, he was panicking. You, the person he'd had a crush on for ages, were the closest you'd ever been to him and yet he didn't know what to do.
One of Harry's hands strayed from it's hold on Buckbeak's neck and hovered slightly over yours. With a stressed breath (which you definitely felt him take) he rested his hand on yours, letting you lace your fingers with his.
Even though you couldn't see, Harry was grinning so much that his cheeks started to hurt. Nothing could erase this moment from his mind.
