mr and mrs snowman || harry j. potter x fem!reader
omg omg omg so first imagine or whatever that i've ever written in tumblr (*pisses on herself*) even though im fucking nervous im soooo excited to write!! english isnt my first language, so sorry in advance lmbco
tags: @dollywons
request: none :(
summary: In third year, one trip to hogsmead was on new years. Harry not being allowed to go there and y/n being the sweet person she was, they decided to go to the courtyard and make snowmans, not knowing that Fred and George stayed at school to spy on them.
warnings: none! fluff fluff fluff!!
disclaimer: very short! also, the tags aren't all for harry potter but i just want yall to be aware...
word count: 861
"You can go now," Harry insisted, fidgeting with the straps of the midnight blue hoodie that y/n gave him for christmas, while she continued to shake her head, staring at his beautiful green eyes.
"I told you, Harry, I'm not leaving you alone. As much as I think professor Lupin is a great person, I think you're kinda bored, always talking to him," Y/n replied, her beautiful h/c hair suiting very well the white beanie Harry gifted her. "And, anyways, I know you just loveee my company."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he didn't correct her- god, there wasn't anything to correct. He loved her company, he loved her humour, he loved her intelligence, he loved her compassion, he loved her generosity, he loved her smile, he loved her laugh- when will he admit that he loved her?
Never. Because they're just friends, friends that kiss their cheeks, friends that lean into eachothers shoulders, friends that hug a little longer than they should. Harry loved, absolutely adored, their friendship. If he ever accidently broke it, he'll never forgive himelf. Of course, Ron and Hermione are great, amazing even, but y/n was... she was brilliant. Yes, he loved her, he loved her since he saw her for the very first time, but he couldn't just risk the 3 years relationship there was between him and her.
"Harry? Harry? Harry James Potter? The Boy who Lived? Scarhead? Harold? Earth to- oh, there you are!"
"Huh?" Harry asked, realising he and y/n were now walking towards the courtyard, and also noticing how pretty y/n looked when she was cold and had rosy cheeks.
"You blacked out again. You really gotta stop that. Anyways, as I was asking you, do you want to make snowmans?" Y/n replied, sighing but smiling at the raven-headed boy.
"Oh, sorry, I really didn't me to." Harry excused himself, blushing slightly at his careless daydreaming. "And, uhm, yeah, of course! Lead the way."
Barely a minute after, they were in a feild of cold, soft and sticky snow.
"Perfect! Come on, whoever does the better snowman or snowwoman, wins!" Y/n giggled and started building her snowwoman, making her as big as she could.
Harry chuckled and followed y/n's movements, trying (and failing) to make an even bigger snowman. Sadly, y/n's hands were sure great, because her snowman was taller than her from far, perhaps half a head of more than Harry.
"It's unfair! I saw you using your wand at some point!" Harry groaned, even though he was not at all mad or even upset that y/n won. Actually, the bare sight of seeing her smile made his heart beat as fast as light and seemed to multiply the butterflies who were now dancing in Harry's stomach.
"Nobody said we couldn't! Isn't my fault that you thought we were going to use the good ol' muggle way to make a snowcreatures." Y/n laughed, getting rid of her scarf and dressing her snowwoman with it.
Damn that laugh.
"Okay, fineee... You know, they look like they could be mr and mrs snowman." Harry said out of the blue.
"Hm? You thinks so?" Y/n smiled, nudging his arm. "And what would we be? The two silly teenagers who're interrupting they're moment?"
Both of them bursted into laughs and giggles, which resolved Harry laughing so hard he fell on top of y/n, and accidently - even though y/n doesn't think so, or at least doesn't hope so - clumsily kissed her. Even though they should've parted away, Harry stayed a little longer and then pulled away.
"Uhm- I- Er- Uhm- I- Ugh!" Harry stuttered, visibly uncapable to say one sentence without blushing madly. Well, he was already blushing madly.
You couldn't say more of y/n. She was already red before that? Well, now she was either red as a cherry, or Harry needed new glasses.
"I... uh... I said I didn't much mind it. I should've had, i'm so stupid, i'm so, so sorry-" Y/n was now, if ever possible, redder than hagrid when he got drunk.
"-no, no, don't be sorry. I... I'm actually quite glad you didn't mind it. Very, if I may."
They just stared at each other, and Y/n slowly smiled and pecked very quickly and gently Harry's lips, and then her face started matching it's normal colour.
"What- what are..." Harry started, but couldn't finish.
"We?"
"Yeah."
"We're teenagers who are idiots in lo-..."
"-ve. You're welcome."
"You like me?"
"I would't let you kiss me if I didn't, no?"
"Then I like you too, idiot."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
They stared at each other and Y/n started giggling again, which Harry joined quickly.
"ARE YOU MARRIED YET?!?!" they heard.
Both of them quickly turned to see both Fred and George a little further away, behind a bench, spying.
"Sod off!" Harry yelled, grinning.
"They're-" started George.
"-married!" ended Fred.
"Yippee!" The twins said in usion.
"They're mad." Harry said, but Y/n started laughing again.
And both of them ended up laughing, again, like mad teenagers who definetly did not kiss.
Type of story : injured reader, slight angst, pure fluff
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You were Harry Potter's girlfriend, and being with him made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. However, that all changed when you were kidnapped by the Death Eaters and taken to Malfoy Manor.
You were held captive there for days, and during that time, you were tortured and interrogated by the Malfoys. You were grateful when Harry, Ron, and Hermione came to rescue you, but you were also in bad shape. You had cuts, bruises, and burns all over your body, and you could barely walk.
Harry carried you out of the Manor and took you to Fleur and Bill's cottage, where he helped you recover. He was by your side every step of the way, holding your hand and whispering words of comfort.
As you started to heal, you began to feel self-conscious about the scars and marks that covered your body. You didn't want Harry to see them, but he noticed them anyway. One night, as you lay in bed together, he kissed each scar and told you that they were perfect.
"You are perfect," he whispered, looking into your eyes. "And I love every part of you."
Tears filled your eyes as you hugged him tightly. You knew that Harry loved you, but hearing him say it out loud made all the difference.
Days turned into weeks, and as you regained your strength, you longed to go outside and feel the sun on your face. However, your legs were still shaky, and you were afraid to fall. Harry sensed your restlessness and suggested that you take a walk with him.
You made your way to the beach, and as you sat on the sand, watching the waves crash against the shore, Harry wrapped his arms around you.
"Have you ever thought about our future?" he asked, his voice soft.
You looked up at him and smiled. "Of course, I have. I want to be with you forever."
Harry grinned. "That's what I want too. I want to marry you, have a family with you, grow old with you."
You felt your heart swell with love as he spoke. "I want all those things too."
"Then let's make it happen," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You leaned into him, feeling safe and loved. You knew that you had been through a lot, but with Harry by your side, you could face anything.
The two of you stayed on the beach, talking about your dreams and hopes for the future, until the sun began to set. As you made your way back to the cottage, you knew that you had found your soulmate in him, and nothing could ever tear you apart.
Summary: Angelina has been suggesting that you're pregnant, you're sure that she's wrong, but what's the harm in checking? She was right.
Warnings: Pregnancy, the future, ANGST with happy ending. Maybe some errors, I wrote this at 2 am.
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I've known that something was wrong for two weeks now. I've been feeling sick, and I've missed my period. I've been craving a lot of different foods that I wouldn't usually eat, and my friends have noticed.
Angelina pointed it out to me this morning and that's how we got where we are now. She's holding out not one, not two, but three tests for me to try. I shake me head and look at her incredulously. I chuckle, "No way, Angie."
"Yes way, You might be." Angelina says, waving them in the air. I pace around the room again, and then stop to look at her and say, "Fred and I are always safe."
"Condoms only work most of the time, not always." Angelina says, and I sit on my bed, contemplating the thought. Angelina adds, "You've been craving things, you've been moody, you missed a period!"
"There has to be another explanation. I'm sure. I am sure that I'm not pregnant!" I say, and then Angelina walks from her bed to mine and says, "If you're so sure, then what's the harm in taking these to make sure."
"Fine." I say. I grab them from her hands and hop off the bed. I head to the bathroom and I take the tests. I set them up one by one beside each other perfectly in a straight line, and wait anxiously for the results to appear.
Angie knocks on the door and I open it for her. She looks at the three tests and stands beside me. I nibble on my fingers, anxiously. Angelina opens her mouth to say something and I shush her loudly. She says, "What? Am I gonna scare them by talking?!"
I, once again, shush her loudly. She huffs and folds her arms over her chest. I stare at the tests then at the watch over my wrist, thinking, why the hell is time moving so slow? As the time is about to finish, I start to pace around the room, then shuffle on my feet. Angelina says, "You can hold my hand if you're nervous."
"I'm not nervous!" I shout at her, then after a few second of nibbling at my bottom lip, I grab her hand in mine. I look at the watch, then squeeze Angie's hand, anxiously. In any second, there's either going to be a piece of news that will change not only my life, but my life and Fred's life forever, or I could have spent a lot of unnecessary time worrying.
"I'm sure whatever it is, you'll be fine." Angie says, she already knows that I'm pregnant, she feels it in her gut. I'm too scared to think about it myself because I might get that same feeling in my gut. All the evidence is there, the fatigue, not being able to go through a few classes before heading to the toilets, the nausea. All signs point to yes, but the proof will be in front of us in a few seconds.
My hands start to feel clammy and I need to not be holding anyone's hand right now. I go to sit on the closet toilet seat, and Angie sits on the edge of the tub. She asks, "How are you feeling?"
My throat feels dry, and I rub my hands together before rubbing them on my pants to dry them. I shrug my shoulders, and exhale. I let out a nervous chuckle, then say, "I'm terrified."
"What will everybody think? We've still got a few months left of school." I say, and I start panicking thinking about all the things that can go wrong about getting pregnant. "How can I have my NEWTs while being pregnant?"
I think of the last thing, the thing that's on my mind the most. You don't need to take your NEWTs to have a career anymore, and who cares what people think. My hands start to shake and I cry, "What if Fred leaves me?"
Angelina rushes to my side when she sees me cover my face and start crying. She presses a hand to my back and rubs it soothingly. She says, "Honey, it's going to be fine. I'm sure everything will work out to what's best, really. You can choose not to keep it, or put it up for adoption, maybe. Besides, you'll always have me."
I lift my hands from my palms and see her giving me a nervous smile herself. I smile back at her gratefully, and wrap my arms around her. From behind her back, I notice that one of the tests has changed. I trample her on my way, reaching it. I place my other hand over my mouth as I notice the two stripes.
I look at the others and they all have the same result. The two stripes. All the tests are positive. I gasp, and purse my lips. Angelina doesn't say anything and still rubs my back reassuringly. I put the tests back beside the sink and wash my hands. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour.
"What are you going to do?" Angelina asks, cautiously. I sit back down on the toilet seat and she crouches in front of me. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling. I reply, "I have no idea."
"Darling?"
I hear Fred's voice say, and my eyes widen as much as they can. Angelina stands up immediately. I push her near the door, and whisper, "Go tell him I'm sick, or busy, anything like that. I can't talk to him right now, I can't!"
Angelina walks out of the bathroom, and I press my hear against the door, hoping to hear the conversation. Fred says, "Hi, Captain."
"She's busy right now, Weasley. She can't talk." Angelina says, in a steady voice, even though I know she's nervous. I can just picture Fred's face morph into confusion and then he says, "Why?"
"Is she in there?" Fred asks, I hear his footsteps coming towards the door, and I feel my blood run cold. He knocks on the door, and he says, "Darling? Are you in there?"
"Yes."
"What's going on? Is something wrong?" Fred asks, and I feel the urge to say, yes somethings wrong, something is very very wrong. I stutter, "No, everything's fine, Fred."
"You don't sound alright. Can I come in?" Fred asks, and I hear both Angelina and I shout, quickly, "NO!"
I hear Fred chuckle, but not his normal type of chuckle. He leans on the door, I know by the sound of the small thud against the door. Fred says, "What can Angelina see that I can't? I've already seen all of you."
That's the problem. I look down to the door handle and notice that there's no locks. I curse and it makes Fred say, "Love, I really need to see you, you're worrying me like crazy here."
I run to the counter, grab the tests and shove them into the trash bin. I let the toilet paper roll drop down hastily to hide them. I hear the door open, and I turn around to stand to face him. He looks worried, and I press my lips together. I give him an unconvincing smile.
"You look a little pale." Fred notes, he then steps closer to me, and leans closer. He adds, "You're sweating like crazy too."
"It's hot."
"It's November." Fred says, then grabs my hand. He leads me out of the room. I try to stop, but he's walking determined. I ask, "Where are we going?"
"To Madame Pomfrey, she's gonna have a full check up on you." Fred says, and I sit down on the floor to not move. If Madame Pomfrey does a check up, she'll no doubt find out that I'm pregnant. Fred stops too and looks behind him. He bends down and picks me up in his arms bridal style. Fred says, "You're going."
He takes me to the hospital wing with Angelina right behind us. Fred puts me on one of the beds, and then he sits down beside me, holding my hand, tightly. Madame Pomfrey comes to check up on me, she does scans and spells and everything. I wait until my secret is out to Fred. I don't think I can bare losing him.
Madame Pomfrey walks in with a paper, holding the tests' results. She walks over to us and then looks at the paper. Her eyes widen and I look at her desperately, hoping that she would lie for me. She clears her throat, and looks at Fred with a smile. She says, "Your girlfriend is completely fine."
"Just a little exam stress, you should make sure that she relaxes, and eats well." She continues, and I know a part of that advice is pregnancy related. She says, "Off you go then, Miss Johnson, if you could just stay for a second."
~~~
I couldn't tell Fred, and I couldn't look at him without feeling a nasty feeling gnawing at me, so my solution was to not be around Fred. I saw him at meals and during classes, but I never stuck around to see him after. This went on for a month, and I was already two months along. I was glad I wasn't showing.
I had decided to keep the baby, even when I don't know what's going to happen between me and Fred. Angelina has been the greatest help ever since Madame Pomfrey gave her my papers when I left with Fred the day I found out. She's been reading books, and making sure I'm eating right and everything. She supports me, the one thing she doesn't support me in is not telling Fred for this long.
"Is today the day?" She asks as we head down to breakfast. I've grown tired of the question. I shrug my shoulders, and give her the usual reply, "Maybe."
I don't get to go to breakfast because George walks out furiously and towers over me. He doesn't look at Angelina while he says, "If you could excuse us captain, I need to talk to my brother's girlfriend."
Angelina prepares a reply before I lift up a hand and say, "It's alright, Angie."
She hesitates before going into the Great Hall. George talks a few steps till we're out of the entrance of the hall. He glares at me and as soon as I lean against the wall, he starts the ramble, "I know I'm not supposed to interfere because this isn't my relationship, but you've been avoiding Fred for a while now, and he knows. He's been strong, but you're hurting him. He cried yesterday because he doesn't want you to break up with him, so that's where I draw the line-"
"George, I'm pregnant." I shot out, and he stands transfixed with his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. He doesn't say anything so I grow more nervous. He stutters before spewing, "Is it Fred's?"
"Yes, of course, it's Fred's. What kind of woman do you take me for?!" I shout, furiously. Did he honestly think I would cheat on Fred? We've been dating for a while, If I would've cheated, I would've done it by now. George rubs the back of his head sheepishly, "Sorry, why haven't you told Fred?"
"I'm scared." I say, and look down at the floor. I bite the insides of my cheeks, and George nods his head understandingly. George knows what Fred would do, they're twins and they have this special ability to know what the other will do. George says, "I'm sure Fred will do what's right."
But what would Fred find right, that sort of thing is relative from one person to the other. He could leave, maybe that's what is right for him. I nod my head at George's words even though it doesn't soothe me. George asks, "How long have you known?"
"A month."
"A month!" George repeats, louder. He looks around to make sure no one heard him, even though it would be hard to know what the conversation is about from that word alone. George asks, "How far along are you?"
"Two months."
"Two months!"
"George, we're really getting nowhere like this." I say after rolling my eyes. George stares at the floor deep in shock. He asks, what I hope is the final question, "Are you keeping it?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. That's my niece or nephew in there. Cool." George says, and I smack his arm, even though it relieves me a bit to find out that this is George's reaction, maybe Fred's will be the same. George clears his throat then says, "I really think you should tell him, soon."
I nod my head at his words, and he puts a hand on my shoulder before saying, "Whatever Fred does I want you know that I can help, it'll be awkward if Fred decides to be an idiot, but I'll be there for you, and either George the second, or Georgina."
"Thank you, George. I'm ignoring you naming my kid by the way." I chuckle at the end, and he smiles back at me. George says, "He's in the dorm, if you want to talk to him."
I nod at his words and then he leaves to go to breakfast. I'm going to tell Fred, now. I march over to the common room, and then to his dorm, trying not to overthink it, and trying to get as much out of this new confidence. I open the door to his dorm, and Fred's standing in the middle.
"Hi."
"Hey." Fred says, and I look at him. All the confidence flies out the window in a second. I feel my breath hitch. I stutter out, "There's something I need to tell you."
Fred nods his head, but keeps standing where he is. I sit on his bed that I know so well, and the place where this all happened. I take in a deep breath, in and out, and a couple more times. Fred stays patient I loved that about him, he wouldn't appear to be the kind of person who would be patient, but he always is with me.
He watches me attentively, and I take in the last deep breath. I remind myself that I can do it, and even if Fred doesn't want to stay, I can raise my kid on my own with Angie and George. Here goes nothing. I shot out, "I'm pregnant."
He doesn't say anything for a bit and his facial expressions don't change. I consider repeating it again because he might not have heard me, but then his eyes widen, and his mouth hangs wide. Same reaction as George, just much more dramatic.
I feel my heart racing in anticipation, I pray that the shock subsides and his reaction gives me any input on how he's feeling. He stands up straighter, and fixes his expression to neutral. I straighten my back, ready for an answer. He doesn't give me one, instead his eyes keep flickering from my eyes to my stomach over and over again.
I place a protective hand over my stomach, and I find the wait unbearable. I wait, wishing he would just do something. The more his mouth stays closed, the more hope I lose. I feel my eyes water, and my stomach sink. I let out a bitter chuckle then say, "Could you at least say anything?"
It takes him a second, but he does say something. He says it so low that I barely even hear it. He mutters, "Shit."
He turns around and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as it closes, I start sobbing. I guess George was wrong, Fred didn't end up doing the right thing.
~~~
"I still can't believe that jerk!" Angelina shouts, as she folds her clothes, folding them into her suitcase. I don't bother doing the same with my clothes. I'm staying at Hogwarts for Christmas this year. I sigh, "I really don't want to think about it Angie."
"Sorry." She says, and I find myself staring at the ceiling again. It's been like this for two days. All I've done was sob, this is the first day that I wasn't a mess. George tried to see me, but I couldn't talk to him, not when he looks so much like Fred. It's unfair to him, I know, but I can't bring myself to care.
There's a knock on the door, and I assume it's one of my roommates, coming to get her things. Instead, Fred walks in. I see him before Angelina does, but as soon as she sees him, she starts, "You! Get out!"
She goes to him and starts to push him out the door, but he places his feet firmly on the ground, and holds Angelina off. Fred says, eyes looking straight at me, "Please, I want to talk."
"It's fine, Angie." I sigh, and she looks at me with bewilderment and then glares at Fred. She steps out of the room while Fred steps inside. She closes the door behind her, and Fred looks at me.
Fred looks around the room, and his eyes land at the only, still messy nightstand, mine. He clears his throat, but says nothing. I grow agitated, I sneer, "If you're not going to say anything, just leave."
"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I don't know why I left. I'm an idiot. I can't imagine how you must've felt. I am so so sorry." Fred says, rushing over towards me. He sits on the bed beside me, and takes both my hands in his. I feel my eyes water, and I look down. He takes my chin in his hands, and makes me look into his eyes. He continues, "I was so worried. I haven't turned eighteen, and I was so scared that I wouldn't be a good dad. I don't have a job. I want to open a joke shop, who knows how much money that'll make, and I-"
He chokes up, and he wraps his arms around me. I hug him back just as tightly. A few tears slip from my eyes, and I squeeze him harder. I missed him so much. Fred says, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I love you so much. I don't want to lose you...either of you."
And just like that I'm sobbing. I blame the hormones a hundred percent. I mumble, "I love you too, Fred."
I'm sure I've ruined his sweater with my tears, but I can't bring myself to move an inch away from him. Fred wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes me, affectionately. He freezes and pushes me away from him by my shoulders. He panics, "Did I just squeeze baby?"
"I'm actually not sure." I reply, and I place a hand on my stomach. I shrug my shoulder and say, "I feel fine, so I guess not?"
"Come with me for Christmas." Fred suggests, and I feel stressed out by the idea. I haven't told anyone besides George and Angelina, so by the time that break is over I'll definitely be showing. Fred adds, "Only if you want to of course, I just don't want to miss you."
"Sure." I say, and Fred beams. He hugs me again, this time less tightly, making sure not to squeeze the baby. He starts tearing up himself, and I find peace in his arms. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life like this, especially with a tiny set of arms joining the hug.
an: I'm thinking of writing like a tiny little one shot on how Fred would be with like Pregnant reader, but I'm not sure
"Let's go back to Hogwarts. He might still arrive at one, just like he said."
Harry nodded, but instead of moving, he kept staring at her. Frustration still burned inside him, mixed with something else he didn’t fully understand. His chest rose and fell heavily, his breathing still erratic from anger and disappointment. Then, driven by the suffocating emotions within him, he kissed her.
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. She didn't know how to react. It was the first time anyone had kissed her, and her body tensed immediately. What was she supposed to do now? She didn’t want to hurt Harry’s feelings, but she also wasn’t sure if she wanted this kiss or not.
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"Vamos a Hogwarts. Aún puede llegar a la una, como te dijo."
Harry asintió, pero en lugar de moverse, se quedó mirándola. La frustración seguía ardiendo en su interior, mezclada con algo más que ni él mismo entendía del todo. Su pecho subía y bajaba con pesadez, su respiración aún alterada por la ira y la decepción. Entonces, siguiendo el impulso de lo ahogado que se sentía en ese momento, la besó.
Hermione abrió los ojos de par en par, sorprendida. No supo cómo reaccionar. Era la primera vez que alguien la besaba, y su cuerpo se tensó de inmediato. ¿Qué se suponía que debía hacer ahora? No quería herir los sentimientos de Harry, pero tampoco sabía si quería ese beso o no.
Hey little train, we are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun (ooh, children)
And the train ain't even left the station (ooh, children)
