Description: Harry has been crushing on you for awhile now, and for far too long the twins finally decided. Fred and George, being the geniuses they are, helped poor Harry out. Well, kind of…
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Harry Potter, the boy who lived and well known as the chosen one, who has all the influence and fame more than he cared for; And yet, he can’t ask a girl out. How pathetic, am I right?
But you’re not just any girl.
Well, that’s what Harry likes to think. I mean, how can’t he want you? How is he supposed to be so casual around you when you seem to make everything better and feel a little less immense impending doom just by your proximity? Merlin, he was hopeless.
“Oh, cmon, mate!,” Fred loudly encouraged with that stupidly charming smirk of his. “Loosen up a little and live! You don’t wanna be a hopelessly unloved virgin forever, do you?”, “Fred!” Harry exclaimed in disbelief and embarrassment. He’s already regretting this conversation.
“I mean,” George starts, matching Fred’s stupid smirk. “Do you?” They both snicker, not taking this too seriously.
Harry huffs in a bit annoyance. “I’m serious. What if she’s just being friendly? I’d be embarrassing myself. Or worse, she’ll maybe become uncomfortable or weirded out!” Harry sighs.
“Mate, calm down. You’re overthinking, you’re the chosen one! Who wouldn’t want to date you?”, “and even if she does reject you, at least you can move on! You’re Harry Potter, you’re fearless and reckless.” George adds on to Fred’s point. Fred nods, “what happened to all that bravery, huh?” Harry rolls his eyes harshly, but know they’re right.
“Just forget it. I’m going to class - and don’t follow me!” He leaves frustrated, conflicted with his feelings, expectations, and fear.
Fred and George smirk mischievously, glancing at each other with a silent knowing of plan.
It’s been a few days and Harry found himself relieved yet suspicious of the twins. They never listen and especially not to him. Harry knows it’s not until a matter of time something bad will happen and their schemes.
“Harry!” He snaps his head towards the sound of your voice, heart quickening. He sees you running towards him, seemingly different? But he couldn’t place his finger on it. Harry furrows his eyebrows with worry, “Y/n? Is everything okay?”, “oh, yes!,” you catch up, stoping about an inch in front of him, closer than normal. “I was looking for you, this castle is quite big.” You exhaled heavily, a bit out of breath. Harry notices your flushed cheeks, slightly glazed over eyes and big smile on your lips. Your lips looking smooth and soft.
“I - uh..did you need something?” He finally choked out, trying to calm himself down. He’s not being casual at all.
You seem to beam at his question, “no, but I wanted to spend time with you! I mean, it’s been awhile since we’ve hung out, right? C’mon, let’s go do something!” Before he could respond, you grab his hand and start practically dragging him down the big and long halls of hogwarts. Harry is so confused, but he can’t help but notice how oddly warm your hand is, a bit smaller than his hand. It feels so right.
The day is spend playing chess, reading and doing homework together, anything you can think of. In a way, Harry didn’t mind;he’s finally found an excuse to be around you more and talk to you. But, it still didn’t feel completely right. You weren’t acting like normal. It wasn’t until later that night before curfew after walking you to your dorm and walking back to go to his for bed, it dawned on him like a frain train; those goddamn weasley’s.
He storms to their dorm and knocks loudly. “Weasley! Fred! George!” He didn’t care if they were asleep or not - knowing them, probably not.
To no surprise, they were awake, opening the door quickly. “Bloody hell, mate! What’s up with you?”, “did you do something?” He’s straight to the point, more concerned than anything.
Fred huffs, a horrible liar. “What! Me? Never!” George peaks over Fred’s shoulder, “to who exactly?” - “y/n! You did something didn’t you!” He accused rightfully so. Fred and George give each other guilty yet amused looks. Harry gasps, “you did! What did you do?? She’s acting..just - weird! I don’t like it.” Fred sighs a bit dramatically, failing to hide his creeping smug expression, “we might’ve given her a little something to Make her fall in love with you -“ “that’s what you wanted, ain’t it? We’re brilliant!” George finishes Fred’s sentence.
“No! I mean - yes, but - not like this! It’s forced isn’t it?” Harry slightly raises his voice, unable to control his irritation and worry. Fred leans his shoulder against the door frame and crosses his arms. “Look, the love potion should only last a week, it’ll be fi-“ “A WEEK??? Love potion?? You have her a love potion?” Harry cuts Fred off, completely exasperated and left in disbelief. “Oh, bloody hell, weasley!”. George tries to ease the tension, but Harry leaves, storming off to his own dorm, muttering “those bloody weasley’s..”.
It’s been a little over a week and Harry can’t help but feel relieved to have you back to normal. Kinda.
You’ve been acting normally again, except you’re still being affectionate and wanting to be near him constantly. It’s not as bad as when you were under the love potion, but Harry is confused. Shouldn’t you be acting like before? Maybe the potion hadn’t completely worn off yet? Merlin’s beard, Harry doesn’t know what to believe or think anymore. He’s never been more confused.
He ends up going to hermione;she’s brilliant, isn’t she? And he can’t trust that prat Ron to help him. He knows Hermione will be more logical and hopefully more helpfully too. Harry catches her in the hallways and quickens his pace, “hermione!” She turns, stopping her feet. Her eyebrows furrowed, “what’s wrong, Harry?” He catches up, a little flushed, fixing his glasses. “Please help me. The twins gave y/n a strong love potion and it lasted for a week but she should be back to normal by now! Why isn’t she??” Hermione looks taken back, confused and concerned evident on her face.
“I’m sorry, what?? Is she okay??” “Yes! I think - I don’t know!” Harry sighs heavily in frustration as he rubs his fingers through his hair anxiously. “Harry, calm down. Maybe she’s still feeling effects? That’s common with strong potions.”
“Well, yeah, but..it’s been almost two weeks. Even the twins are surprised she’s not back to normal,” he lowers his voice, “What if it becomes permanent?” Hermione can see the genuine worry and stress on his face;she’s never seen him so worried before. She sighs, her expression softening. “Harry, have you ever thought that maybe she’s likes you? You never asked, how could you know for sure she only sees you as a friend?”
Harry is one bloody git. How couldn’t he have known? All this pining and subtle glances (he thinks they were) and all this emotional turmoil and inner conflict for nothing. Merlin, he was blind and utterly stupid not to see you liked him.
By the third week, he finally worked up the nerve to talk to you - really talk to you. He slipped a note to meet later that day at the black lake for privacy. When the time came, he was a bit surprised to see you actually came. He softly smile, his fingers a bit fidgety with anxiety and anticipation.
“Hey. Glad you could make it.” Harry said, trying not to sound too excited.
“Hey,” your hair gently blows in the small breeze, a warm smile on your soft lips. “Is everything okay? The note sounded quite serious.” “Uh - yeah.. No-“ he dicreetly grimaced at his awkward stutter. He takes a deep breath, “no, everything isn’t fine.. im worried about you. You’ve been different lately.” He can feel his heart beating loudly in his throat and his stomach a bundle of nerves;searching your face for any kind of rejection or hesitation.
“Oh, uh, why’s that? I mean, I don’t think I’ve been acting different..” your eyebrows knitted towards a little In confusion, yet you’re hearing him out. He doesn’t know your heart is racing too.
Harry wets his lips with his tongue, “Fred and George slipped you a love potion and it made you..clingy. Very clingy. But, it should’ve worn off after a week..but you haven’t exactly - um..changed.” Harry immediately regrets his words, realizes how rude that might sound. He prays to Merlin you don’t take it that way.
You blink, not sure what to say. After a short moment you spoke up. “Oh..well, I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable or anything I just -“ you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. “I really like you. Like, for a long time actually.” You quickly add, “but I wasn’t sure if you liked me back and I didn’t want to make things awkward or ruin our friendship because you’re such a good friend, Harry.. I don’t remember anything from two weeks ago now that I think about it…” you mutter the last part more to yourself.
Harry’s eyebrows shoot up, surprised, overjoyed and not believing he’s hearing correctly. Has he really been so blind this whole time?
“Wait - really?? You really like me? Like, more than friends?” His eyes never left hers, waiting with a hopeful anticipation. You nod, a small smile forming. Harry sighs in relief, a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He breaks out into a happy smile and chuckle in joy.
“What’s so funny?”, “nothing. I just..never thought you could possibly like someone like me. I mean..” he trails off, slightly shaking his head in a happy disbelief. You chuckle and step closer. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” You ask a bit cheekily. He smirk softly, though his eyes are solely focused on you and how breathtaking you are. “I just might,” he gently grabs your hands with such carefulness it’ll be obvious to anyone his deep reverence and love for you is so genuine.
