head over heels over head || James Potter x shy!Reader
James has always been quite certain you, along with anyone else in possession of eyes or ears, know he's madly in love with you. apparently, though, he needs to make himself clearer. he's more than glad to accommodate.
warnings: mention of alcohol/drinking (college!muggle!au). fem!reader - reader is described as having long-er hair and wearing a skirt. fluff!
James is thrumming with the momentum of being near you. It’s a gentle push and pull he’s been leaning into – knowing you – softer than he’s used to being. He came on a touch too strong at first, saw the way your eyes flashed with uncertainty when the first name he called you was ‘gorgeous’, and slipped into the gentle lapping waves of watching instead.
You are gorgeous, though. A brilliant, breath-stealing thing anointed in gold bracelets and long lashes. He keeps a watchful eye on the way your freckles dance across your cheeks as your lips pull into a smile, tumbling into laughter as you witness Peter’s awful dancing.
The house music thrums loud in the background, a beat pulsing through his veins, striking through his temples. It rattles his teeth and he swears he can see how the music wraps around you. He thinks everything must, really, because how could it not?
“Did you hear me?” you ask, leaning toward him. He’s perched on the edge of the coffee table in front of the couch you’ve claimed as your own. You have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes, and the sight of you, throat exposed and teeth peeking between parted lips in a grin, makes his heart leap against his ribs.
Luckily, he’s used to pushing down the way your eye contact unravels him. “What was that, love?” he asks, leaning closer, angling his ear toward your mouth.
He feels your breath, warm and sweet with the slight scent of alcohol, fan across his cheek. It flushes him deeper than the pint resting against his knee.
“I said I kind of want to step outside?” you say, voice phrased like a question rather than a request.
James jumps up at once, snatching your drink from your hand and twisting his fingers around yours. He abandons his own in favor of anchoring himself to you. With a gentle tug, you rise, using your free hand to tug your skirt down.
It should be illegal, really, how darling you look when you send him a shaky, self-deprecating smile.
“Lead the way,” he says, directly into your ear, tucking his chin and bending his spine to reach you.
You guide him out the front door – not the back, where smoke clouds and strangers hover by the firepit. Instead, you lead him into the pulsing, almost-quiet of the front porch, your hand still gripping his.
“Everything alright, love?” he asks as you lean against the railing, still holding his hand like you don’t plan to let go.
He’s never been so delighted to stand with his arm outstretched.
“It’s quite loud in there.” You say it offhand, nearly, but he hears the question curled just beyond the curve of your vowels.
“Parties tend to be,” he says, eyes searching your face.
“You like parties.” Another observation; casual on the surface, cautious underneath.
“Only because I always see you at them.” The flirting is slathered in truth. He sees the confusion knit between your brows, so he takes a step closer, knocking your sandal gently with the toe of his trainer. “Yeah, I like a party. But I only keep coming every weekend ‘cos of you.”
You don’t answer that, eyes locked on your feet. Your toenails are painted shimmering pink.
He’s known you like this for two years, hovering closer and closer to that electric sensation of almost that drives him just the right kind of mad. He started out wrong: the first party he saw you, drunkenly trailing his fingers across your back to tickle your side and leaning low to whisper sweet words in your ear. He thought he’d ruined it, honestly. The shock on your face, the confusion. You didn’t recognize him from your shared friend group and, drunk as he was, he’d failed to realize that was your first interaction.
He was a perfect gentleman from then on. He found you on campus, walking between classes, trailing after you like he couldn’t breathe properly unless he caught a glimpse. He couldn’t hide how enamored he was, but he did his best to stay within the boundaries of your comfort.
Life as your friend was a brilliant sort of torture.
He’d spent his teenage years drooling over the idea of Lily and learned his lesson the hard way when she made it clear she wasn’t interested – not for a lack of kindness, but because he’d never truly tried to know her. He’d shaped up after that, made a best mate he’d keep for life, and promised he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
And unlike with Lily, the more he knew about you, the further he collapsed into his certainty.
He’s a patient one, James Potter, perfectly content with honeyed moments of holding hands and flirty comments. It took him time, after your initial rejection, to be brave enough to show his affection again. But now? Now he’s sure no one could be near him without feeling it. All that love, seeping from every corner of his being, just for you.
“Alright, love?” he asks after a few minutes of desperately trying, and failing, to catch your eyes.
He wouldn’t call himself a mind reader, but James prides himself on being intuitive with the people he loves. He knows the difference between Sirius and Remus fighting versus Sirius and Regulus. He knows when Peter needs to shout and when he needs someone to sit and problem-solve. And once he gave his friendship with Lily a proper go, he hadn’t even blinked when she told him about her and Mary – he knew. He knows because he makes it a point to see the people he loves.
And it’s gnawing at him now, not knowing why you look so bloody self-conscious. He’d been watching you all night, trailing your movements like it’s instinct, and you’d seemed happy.
“I just … I don’t understand you, James,” you say at last. Your voice isn’t quiet, but it’s uncertain, your gaze ducking.
“Ask me, then. There’s nothing I wouldn’t tell you,” he says without hesitation. “I’m an open book. Especially to you, love.”
“See, you say things like that, and –” You cut yourself off, tightening your grip around his hand, then letting go to lift his wrist between your palms. You finally meet his eyes. “You hold my hand. Walk me to class even when you’ve no lessons nearby.”
James blinks, confused. He watches you carefully, but when he doesn’t respond fast enough, you shake your head and sigh.
“It’s probably nothing, you just…” Again, you trail off. Chin tipped skyward, eyes shut, back pressed hard to the railing. You drop his wrist and something breaks inside him.
“It’s not nothing. I’m sorry, I’m just not following. I do those things because I want to see you,” he says, soft and slow, voice like syrup. He wants to fix this, whatever’s worrying you and bringing out the adorable wrinkle between your eyebrows. He wants to press his thumb there, too soothe it.
“Because we’re friends?” you ask.
“Because I love you,” James replies, agreeing, confusion tightening his voice.
“That means the same thing to you,” you point out, chin down, eyes still closed. “You tell Sirius you love him at least once an hour. You shout it after Peter and Remus every time they leave a room.”
“Yes,” James says slowly, head spinning to find your point.
“And that’s how you love me?”
“No. Well, yes. But no. Not like that. Not at all but also, yes.”
You nod a few times, slow, hair shifting in the night breeze. “Sorry. That doesn’t help at all,” you admit, cracking one eye open.
“You’re one of my best mates,” he concedes, “but it’s quite obvious it extends beyond that, isn’t it?”
It’s not. Not to you, apparently, as your head shakes no.
“No? Yes it is, love. Of course it is.”
He’s panicking now, completely aghast. James Potter is many things. Subtle with feelings is not one of them.
“Love, I just about sent you running the first time I talked to you because of how violently I fancied you.”
“That was over two years ago, James. A lot changes in two years.”
James is shaking his head before you even finish. “Fucking Christ. Not that. Not ever.”
“No?” you ask, voice going small again, fingers nervously tangling.
“No,” he says, stepping in until your chests brush. He waits until you look up. “No, not that. Never that.”
“How was I meant to know? I thought you gave up.”
“How could I?”
“I’m … difficult. I move slow.”
“Do you?” he asks, so sincere it catches his chest and burns his throat. “Hadn’t noticed. I’ve been too busy noticing everything else.”
“So you’ve just been waiting? For me?” Your voice lifts, hope woven through it. And he sees now, sees exactly what your heart’s been afraid to ask.
“Always, love. Thought it was obvious,” he breathes, lifting his hands to cup your cheeks. His eyes dart across your face, memorizing every part.
“No. Not to me.”
“Love, I’m absolutely wrecked over you. Everyone knows it.”
“Everyone but me,” you whisper, chewing your bottom lip. “I thought … that’s just how you are. Loud with love. I didn’t want to hope. But then people started saying things, and I kept getting my hopes up, and you just kept being you—”
“It’s a habit I’ve yet to break,” James interrupts gently.
“Never dare to,” you murmur reflexively. “But I didn’t know. And then you’ve just been staring at me all night and I just.”
“Please tell me you’re not pissed right now,” James says. He needs you sober, or near to it, in order to let himself say what he wants. You shake your head. relief is a gentle warmth in his chest.
“Good. Because I need you to know that I’m always watching you, love. And, yeah, I’m affectionate with my friends, but I don’t walk them to class. Don’t follow them ‘round like a lost puppy. Don’t bring them food and drinks and hope they notice.”
He laughs, shaking his head, resisting the urge to press your face into his palm. To hold you close until it’s all real.
“I’m rather mad for you, actually,” James adds, possibly using more words than he ever has to say it.
“I think I know the feeling,” you whisper, flushed and radiant in the cold night air.
“Yeah?” he asks, though he’s known it, seen it. Still, hearing it floods him.
You nod. And James grins so wide it hurts.
“Brilliant,” he says, practically glowing. “Been waiting on that for a while, actually.”
“Sorry,” you mutter, actually looking upset.
James can’t help but laugh.
“Don’t be. I’d have waited forever. I’m just lucky enough to ask you on a proper date now, aren’t I?”
Could write about something that readers does that just short circuit the boys ( separately, please)? Like something cute that just leaves them in that awe moment?
Thank you!
₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ james potter x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊
james short-circuits when you casually do something sweet
793 words
a/n: hi! i decided to do this with just james, but if i get ideas for the other boys i will definitely do it. thank you for requesting ʚ♡ɞ
The pub is loud, but not so loud as to be overwhelming. After all, most of that volume is coming from your table. You’re surrounded with your friends, all people from your Hogwarts days. But it’s the glasses-clad boy sitting next to you, his warm thigh pressing into yours, that you’re aware of most.
You’re pressed into James’ side in the booth, his hand intertwined with yours on your lap. You’re both in separate conversations, his a ‘heated’ argument with Sirius on who’s the better Quidditch player, your’s a gossip session with Marlene. Despite that, James squeezes your hand every couple of minutes and kisses your brow when you need a refill.
When Marlene leaves, whether for the bathroom or for a drink (you’re unsure,) you’re left to your own devices. You angle yourself towards James, your crossed legs nudging his thigh. He must think you need him, because he removes himself from his conversation faster than you can blink, his gaze now on you.
His smile is boyish, glasses pushed up high on his nose. “You okay, angel?” He asks, smooshing his nose and lips to your temple in what you think is supposed to be a kiss.
“I’m okay,” you say, voice low but not upset. To anyone else, you know you look as lovesick as you feel. Resting your head against his bicep, it flexes in surprise and then settles. He squeezes your hand.
“You having fun?” he asks softly, just for you to hear. He even ducks his head down to get a better look at you, strands of curly hair falling before his eyes. He shoves them back with a huff.
James is like this everytime you go out together. It could be a diner, a club, a bar; it’s almost like he can’t relax nor have fun unless he knows you're okay too.
You laugh softly into his shoulder, his shirt scrunching beneath your cheek as you tilt your head up at him. “Relax, Jamie. Please. This is fun.” Which is no lie.
He studies you for a moment, so you take the opportunity to do the same, taking in the slope of his nose, the roundness of his eyes that are surrounded with long lashes, the natural pink of his lips. You could observe his face for hours, you think, and always be entertained and completely in love.
Bending further down, he smooches the side of your nose, glasses bumping into you. The hair he had, so carefully, pushed back moments ago falls right back. The thick, dark, curly locks long enough to reach the outer corners of his eyes. Before he can move them back, always rougher than you like, you do it for him.
With your free hand, you gather the loose strands in one swoop, tucking them behind his ear. You do it without thinking, not like you’ve never done it before. The look in James’ eye says something different.
A girlish giggle escapes your lips. “What?”
He just stares at you for a moment, completely holding your attention. You’re unaware that Remus is watching the two of you with a curious eye from down the booth, that Sirius has taken one too many shots and is now singing the British National Anthem. For you, it is just James.
Before you can ask again, his lips are on yours. They are warm and soft, tasting like whatever drink, (one you don’t particularly like), he was drinking earlier. His hand abandons yours to cup your cheek, warm thumb brushing just below your eye, like he’s trying to memorize every slope of your face. (He already has.)
He pulls away after another moment, kissing the high of your cheek as he tugs you against his side once again.
“What was that for?” It bursts out for you; not a complaint, not at all, more so curious. Your cheeks warm and then spread down to your neck.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just rests his chin on the top of your head. James being quiet isn’t a common thing, but it isn’t abnormal either. You know that when he wants to tell you something, he always does.
“Just love you, ‘s all,” He says, quiet enough for just you to hear, his tone somewhat bashful. Now you understand. If you were to look up at him, his cheeks would be tinged with pink.
You grin into the junction between his neck and shoulder, fingers toying with the hem of his (your) sweatshirt.
“Merlin, Potter… If I had known snogging you would make you go all sappy, I would’ve done it ages ago.”
He groans, pressing his face into your hair, laughing softly. “You’re the worst.”
His arms that tighten around you say something different.
Summary: James has been busy lately and you take things a little too far too get his attention
A/N: I loved writing this request so much because I'm in love with the marauders and haven't been able to write a blurb/one shot for them do to my requests which are basically always open. To both of the lovely people that requested marauder stuff I love you <3.
WARNINGS: Slut shaming, unprotected sex, choking, degrading, praise, pet names, grinding, sensitiveness, spit kink, mirror sex.
Type: Smut to kinda fluff
REQUEST: Hey girl I really loved your all of your stories, Do you think you could do another one but a little more focused on james being a Dom james x reader. with a lot of degradation and bdsm. But please no daddy kink just her calling him like jamiese.If it don’t want to it fine I totally get but just asking!
Around this time of year was really stressful and annoying for you. You couldn't seem to get your boyfriend’s attention because he was always training for quidditch. Here you were, watching your boyfriend mumble to himself about game strategies. You had already gone most of the summer without seeing him and now you had to deal with this. You were bored, horny, and sad. The worst part of it all was that James knew it and didn't care. He would always try to hush you with “later bunny” or “not right now y/n” just so that he could enjoy your frustration. Plus in all honesty, he truly was busy. You watched carefully as James wrote plays on parchment and hid your body under the sheets, not wanting to be caught. You started touching your body, sliding your hand slowly down your stomach and to where you wanted him most. As soon as your hand touches the wet spot in your panties James turns his head to look at you. You quickly moved your hand away, but there wasn't a point, he had caught you. James looked at you sternly and you tried hard not to cry from frustration. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Bunny?” you looked away from his face, unable to make eye contact any longer. You sigh and wiggle uncomfortably under his gaze “I’m sorry Jamiese” your voice was barely above a whisper. James turned back around to continue his work but still talked to you “Get out from under the sheets”. You lifted the covers off of you and sat on the bed, your legs crossed. You kept sighing and whimpering, just trying to get your boyfriend's attention, but he didn't even tell you to be quiet. He was ignoring you. Once you understood what he was doing you got up off the bed. James didn’t even turn to look at you, it was like you weren't there. “Jamieseeeee” you whined as you made your way over to him. He continued to write down things for quidditch. You wanted to snap the quill in half, but you knew that if you did that he would just get out a new one. When James was ignoring you he went all the way out, pretending like what you were doing didn’t happen. Either that or that it was completely normal for something to happen out of nowhere, almost like a ghost. You huffed and sat on his lap, your legs on either side of his waist. You knew you were being a whiny brat, but right then you didn’t care like you usually would. James looked everywhere but at you and what you were doing, even when you wiggled your hips against him trying to get friction. You’re lip quivered as you watched him ignore your actions once more. You felt like you could scream and cry from frustration. You knew that if you cried James would more than likely wrap you in his arms and give you all of the attention that you had been craving, but you didn’t want to be that much of a needy baby. You hid your mouth in the crook of his neck and rocked your hips gently against his. You whimpered and moaned against his skin as you rocked your hips. You could tell it was hard for him to ignore you. His breathing became more ragged and the movements of his hand as he was writing were more forced and seemingly un-structured. You pant and moan in his ear with pleasure as you grind against him. James grew hard underneath you and had stopped writing, unable to focus, but still refused to give you even a shred of his attention. “James” you whined. At the sound of his name, the act was finally broken. He lifted your chest off of him and made you look him in his eyes. James scoffed at your state “don’t be such a needy slut Bunny. I told you to be good, but you’re acting like a dirty whore,”. You looked him in the eyes and felt your lip quiver. James stood, holding you in his arms, and walked over to his bed. He laid you on the side of the mattress “bend over whore”. You listened to him, it was the least you could do after everything. There was a mirror on the wall in front of you and you immediately knew where this was going. James had joked around about fucking you in front of a mirror, but you always knew it was more than a joke. You were glad that it was finally happening, every time he would bring it up you could feel your panties dampen. The worst part was that James teased in detail. He would talk about how deep he would be and how you would take him so good as he watched your face in the reflective surface. Once he noticed how his dirty talk got you he would whisper things in your ear “aw. Poor bunny. One day beautiful”. But now it was finally happening and you were practically buzzing with excitement. You felt James lift up your skirt lightly and rested your face against the bed “please Jamiese”. He chuckled and lifted your face to look at him in the mirror “this could’ve been a completely different experience if you would have been a good girl,”. You whined and made sure to not look away from him “You wouldn’t have given me anything if I was a good girl.” as soon as you said it you knew it was a mistake. You immediately felt James’ hand reach over and pop yours, leaving pink tink on your skin. James kept eye contact with you as he spoke hash words, all of them going straight to your core. “You better be glad I'm giving you anything slut” you whimpered under his touch as he felt you through your soaked panties. You saw James smirk as he touched you, thanks to the mirror “You like it when I talk to you like the needy whore you are, don't you? Pathetic”. You nodded “can't help it Jamiese” and you hear his chuckle at your words. He pushes your panties down your legs and you let out a shutter as you feel the cold air hit your soaking heat. James tosses your panties somewhere on the floor and returns his attention to you “you’ll look at me in the mirror until I tell you otherwise. Understood?” you nod and he shakes his head “use your words slut”. You let out a shaky breath and answer him “yes sir”. You cringe at how needy you sound and James rolls his eyes “you act like it’s a surprise. You know you’re needy for me, don't deny it”. You sigh and nod your head. You didn’t notice that James was touching you until you felt two fingers thrust inside of you quickly, causing you to moan. He pulled his fingers out and you whimpered as you saw him lick your arousal from his fingers. James ran his hands up and down your thighs, speaking softly in contrast to his filthy words. “You’re tight for a whore, but then again I'm the only one that gets to touch you. Isn’t that right?’ you let out a shaky breath you didn't know you had been holding and nodded “only you”. You heard James groan and watched as he stepped back slightly, undressing himself. Before you knew it you felt James’ cock against your dripping pussy and shuttered at the feeling. James gripped your hips with one of his hands and lined himself up. You struggled to keep your eyes on the mirror in front of you as James slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust. Soon the burning pain turned into pleasure and you watch his face contort from pleasure. The marauder opened his eyes and looked at you, watching your reaction as he pounded into you. One of his hands made its way to your hair, holding it away from your face, he wanted to see everything he was doing to you. James adjusted himself and barely lifted your hips with his free hand, causing you to moan. He groaned at your reaction “That's it. Take it like a good little slut.”. James’ thrusts became faster but still precise. It felt like he was getting deeper with each thrust if possible. Your boyfriend let go of your hair and gripped your jaw, still looking into your eyes “You can look away now. I need to show you what a whore you are”. You nod and James tilts your chin back and kisses you roughly. It almost felt like the two of you were having a moaning contest. The feel and sound of the moans he spilled in your mouth cause you to return the favor. Suddenly James pulled back and tapped your lips “open” you raised an eyebrow in confusion but obliged anyway. James spit into your mouth and you let out a shocked moan, clenching around him. He looked at you and scoffed “well…. What the fuck are you waiting for?! Swallow whore”. You immediately followed his instructions, earning yourself a few grunts from James. You felt so weak at the moment. Your legs were shaky, and your pussy was clenching tighter around your boyfriend, moans continuously slipping from your quivering lips. After a few more thrusts you felt the sparks in your stomach grow stronger “please let me cum Jamiese. M’ so close”. Your boyfriend chuckled “Does my little slut want to finish? Look back in the mirror and I’ll help my dirty girl out”. You look in the mirror and watch as James’ hand wraps around your throat, tightening little by little. He chuckled as he watched you struggle against your fluttering eyelids, his hand tightening more and making your breathing even more ragged. You finally felt the wave of relief crash over you and watched James’ reaction as your pussy squeezed around him. His eyes were shrewd shut and his lips slightly parted. It wasn’t just how he looked though. You could hear and feel his reaction too, making it so much better. His thrusts lost their perfect rhythm and he was struggling for breath as he moaned. James’s hand was now blocking a lot of air from coming in at once and you began to feel your mind become foggy. His hips shuttered against you and you knew how close he was “want me to cum in my slut’s tight little hole? Hm?”. You struggled to form words, but eventually let out a shaky whine “please J-James please”. There was something about the way you said his name. All whiney and ruined, he loved it. “Fuck y/n. So good” you moaned at the praise and the feeling of his cum spilling into you. Your boyfriend laid his body against yours and trailed kisses down your neck and shoulder until he gained the strength to lift himself and pull out. You whimpered at the empty feeling. James lifted you up lightly and laid you on his mattress. He climbed in right after he made sure you were comfortable laying on your back. James pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and you smiled against his lips tiredly. The boy pulled back and looked at your fucked out state. You felt the marauders gaze on you and listened to him as he spoke. “You did so good for me Bunny” James watched as you opened your eyes and beamed up at him with a lazy smile. You were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The look in his eyes was so sweet you were almost shocked that you were what he was looking at. You survey his face as a grin makes its way onto his lips “really?” you ask and James just nods sweetly. The boy kisses your cheek and rubs it with his thumb like any more pressure would break you “can I clean you up beautiful?”, you nod and he moves down to the pool all over your thighs and pussy. James spreads your legs gently licks your thighs clean of the liquid. You whimper and grip his hair in your hands, almost as a hint. James pulls back and sighs, placing a kiss on both of your thighs before speaking “I know bunny, I promise I'll try to be careful". You nod and mumble a slurred “mkay” and that was the only permission he needed to continue. Once James was finished licking you clean he laid beside you and pulled the covers over the both of you. You let out a sigh of content as the boy you loved pulled you closer to him and cuddles you. James placed a soft kiss on your cheek and you both share three words that go way beyond their definition.
“I love you Y/N” “I love you, James”
TAGLIST: @harrypotter-whore ( @georgeswh0re I lost the message where you told me which characters you wanted to be tagged in, so I figured safe>sorry) @msmb
Okay, I swear I’ll do a happy one next, I honestly hate this but I feel like it’s important. Enjoy
Warnings; suicide mention, homophobia, (like use of the word “fag”, which I hate) mentions of sex, sexual harassment
Summary: Y/N is a girl with a lot to say. Nobody seems to care until a certain boy notices her in trouble.
MASTERLIST
“Wait, please!” You exclaimed at the girl.
“I can’t believe you. You’re gay?” She asked, walking further away from you.
“No, I’m pansexual, there is a difference.” You tried to explain to her.
“So that’s why you were making out with that girl? Because you’re not gay.” She said.
“Pansexual issuing attracted to everybody, regardless of gender.” You said. “Just please, don’t tell anyone.”
“Oh honey, I won’t.”
Boy were you wrong. A week later, that’s all everybody was talking about. Girls gave you weird looks while boys went up to you asking if you wanted to have a three way.
“Hey, fag, want to come up to my dorm and have some fun?” A boy came up to you and asked. You looked at him.
“No thank you, and please don’t use that word.” You said calmly.
“The word ‘fag’?” He asked, smirking. You mentally slapped yourself, now you let him get to you.
“Just please go away, I’m not interested.” You tried to walk away, but he kept talking.
“So how do you like it, hard or gentle, cause baby I can do both.” He said. You kept walking faster until you reached the common room. You noticed as you sat on the couch, some girls scooted further away.
“Do you have a problem?” You asked angrily, which caused them to get scared. “What, are you afraid I’m going to rape you?”
“N-no, just that that…” They kept going on but couldn’t come up with an explanation, so you left to go to the dorm. But on your way, a boy grabbed your arm and pulled you into a corner.
“Hey, I heard your a freak.” He said while putting his hand on your waist. You tried to pull him off but he was much stronger than you.
“Please let go of me.” You said, starting to panic.
“But this is what you like, right?” He said while kissing your neck. Tears started to pour out of your eyes. You tried to reach for your wand but he noticed it and put your hands above your head.
“Please, stop.” You whimpered.
“Come on, don’t be a prude, you’re gay so you like the freaky shit.” He said and started to lift up your blouse. Your breathing became quick. He’s going to rape me, he’s going to rape me, I can’t do anything. This is how I die. Those were the thoughts going around in your head.
“Help! Ple-” You tried to scream but he covered your mouth.
“Hey! Get off of her. Flipendo!” A voice said and it sent the boy flying away from you. You immediately ran away from him to behind the person who saved you. Your life had been saved by a person you didn’t even know. After recovering, you noticed his unmistakable green eyes and black hair. And then the scar. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, just saved your life.
“Thanks, for, uh, saving my life.” You said awkwardly.
“Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?” He asked, concerned, looking at you. At that moment, you broke down in tears. This was the nicest thing someone had done for you in the past week. You put a hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs. Harry looked at you, even more worried than he was before. He walked away to go grab you a glass of water. Once he handed it to you, you tried to clam yourself down. You sat down against the wall and drank the water slowly.
“This is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me.” You could swear you saw the slightest bit of a blush form on his cheeks.
“Well, others would have done the same thing, I’m sure.” He said, sitting down next to you.
“I don’t think so, you know, being the ‘fag’ of the school.” You said.
“What?” He asked.
“Have you not heard?” You asked.
“Nope.” He replied.
“Well, thats a first. See, I was caught by a certain person making out with a girl and now all the girls think I’m going to rape them and all the guys want to rape me.” Harry had heard about it. He remembered Ron talking about how he wouldn’t mind getting a show of the two girls making out and Harry had laughed along while Hermione tried to get them to stop laughing because it wasn’t funny.
“Well, I’m sorry.” He said.
“Why? It’s not your fault.”
“Actually, my friend made a joke about it and I laughed. I now feel like a complete arse now.” He said.
“It’s fine, you know, at lest he didn’t try to rape me.”You said making a joke of it. “I want to kill myself, did you know that?” This made Harry more uncomfortable. “Yeah, I was planning it and everything. It was going to be next week. And you know, I don’t think people would mind that much.”
“Well, I would mind very much if you did that.” He said, trying to make you feel better but it didn’t work.
“I don’t know, because a part of me wants to believe you, but another part of me thinks that you just want to get in my pants because you see that I don’t have a shirt on” You said. While Harry pushed him off of you, he took your shirt with him and now your blouse is gone. Harry became very red now. “Dude, I’m joking. You haven’t looked down once, which is very impressive.”
“I’m sorry.” He said again. “Do you want a blanket or something?”
“No it’s fine. I think I’m gonna go to my room now, but thanks for this lovely chat. See you tomorrow, if I’m alive.” You said the last part under your breath. He waved at you as you walked up the stairs.
The next day Harry was sitting with his friends, eating breakfast.
“Did you hear about that girl who was caught making out with another girl, what was her name, Y/N? Apparently she raped someone last night.” Seamus said while chuckling.
“That’s not true.” Harry said, looking straight at him.
“And how do you know?” He asked.
“You guys are so small minded, you’ll believe everything someone says. Maybe if you got the time to talk to her, you would know how nice and caring she is.” He snapped.
“Woah, Harry, it was just a joke.” Ron said, trying to calm him down.
“No, it’s not funny, start learning to be respectful.” That’s when he noticed she wasn’t at the table. She wasn’t anywhere to be seen actually. He immediately jumped up and ran out of the Great Hall.
“Y/N! Y/N!” He yelled into the common room, he didn’t hear anything so he ran into the girls bathroom. “Y/N!” He heard someone gasp. He ran around the whole thing until he heard sobbing. There he saw it, a truly broken girl who was surrounded by her clothing.
“Well, here you have it. The girl finally got what she deserved.” She said and thats when he noticed it, the rope hanging out of her bag. He went to reach for it, but she was quicker.
“What was that?” He asked.
“It was none of your business.” She said. He tried to grab for the bag again but she pulled it away.
“Y/N, let me see.” He said, grabbing for it once again and this time succeeding. He opened it to fins all sorts of muggle pills and a rope that was already tied into a noose.
“You never know when you might need to die.” She said. He bent down to her level until he realized that you only had a bra and underwear on. He took off his robe and covered you in it.
“Y/N, this is a serious thing.” He said.
“Don’t you think I know that?” You snapped. “Just let me die, please.”
“I’m not letting you die, Y/N.” He said and pulled her into a hug. You sobbed into his chest.
“Please, please, please.” She kept sobbing and he felt his eyes water. This girl that he had barely knew, caused him to cry.He was going to try and fix her, this girl.
