May 17
The Lovers is a card of choice
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The Lovers is a card of choice
Cheers
stolen kiss between classes
pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, teasing, drabble
a/n: english is not my native language so sorry if there are any mistakes.
You were walking to your next lesson when a warm hand suddenly grabbed yours, pulling you into a quiet alcove just off the corridor.
Before you could even process what was happening, you found yourself face-to-face with Harry Potter.
“Harry!” you hissed, heart racing. “I’m going to be late!”
“So am I,” he whispered, not looking the least bit concerned.
You narrowed your eyes. “Then what exactly are we—”
Before you could finish, Harry leaned down and pressed a quick, soft kiss to your lips. Your thoughts immediately short-circuited. It was so sweet, and completely unfair.
By the time you processed what had just happened, he was already grinning like an idiot.
“There,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just stolen the breath from your lungs. “Now you can go to class.”
You stared at him, still stunned, flustered, and definitely blushing.
“You planned that,” you accused, poking his chest.
Harry only shrugged, looking very pleased with himself. “I saw an opportunity.”
“You ambushed me!”
“Technically, yes.”
You huffed, trying to glare at him, but your lips were already betraying you with a smile. “You’re impossible, Potter.”
Harry grinned, leaning in just enough that his nose brushed against yours.
“You love it,” he murmured. And he was absolutely right.
Before you could retaliate, the distant sound of a professor clearing their throat snapped you back to reality.
Your eyes widened. “I have to go.”
Harry smirked. “See you later, love.”
You quickly turned away, trying to walk as if your knees weren’t made of jelly.
Harry Potter was going to be the death of you.
Initial meeting in the Great Hall
(Look at the first reblog for closeups)
Resurrección pt3
Summer of Metanoia - Day 2
I probably should have done this one before the shopping trip, but oh well. Enjoy these little stupid guys hating each other (they actually care about one another very much)
Ugh i love them, they make me feel incredibly happy
Vague spoilers for What a Sanctuary (for the sceleratus)
Harry moments that make you question if the fic is still PRE-severitus
“Imagine you’re bisexual and both your crushes start dating”