Sweeter Than A S’more
summary: at the burrow, you’re uncomfortably close to your crush until feelings end up spilling out over a sweet treat.
pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader
warnings: fluff!
The trees gently wiggled with the breeze, little leaves cascading down from the branches occasionally. You were perched on a little nook in Ginny’s room at the Burrow with a Gladrag’s Wizardwear magazine showcasing new arrivals in hand eyeing clothing you could buy on your next trip to Diagon Alley.
It was currently summer break and you were enjoying the last two weeks at the Burrow with the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry.
Your sixth year was approaching and after all the stress from the year prior, you just hoped that this school year could be a bit normal.
But when you’re friends with Harry Potter, nothing’s ever really normal.
That was both a blessing and a curse. You absolutely loved all the adventures you’d gone on with your friends, but recently it felt like you were just barely escaping death. Your parents were so scared they nearly didn’t let you return to Hogwarts after hearing about your fight with Death Eaters.
However, after reminding them that you would be miserable and never forgive them if they forced you to stay home, they reluctantly decided to let you finish off your seven years at Hogwarts.
Harry had to be the strongest person you knew. He’s faced death five years in a row and still manages to wake up every day and fight for everyone’s survival. He cares more about other people than he does himself.
It was absolutely one of your favorite things about him. When the two of you met in first year, you knew that he was the ‘boy who lived’ but he transformed from a celebrity to a friend in your eyes so easily.
He was incredibly humble, and you thought it definitely had something to do with his upbringing but you also liked to think that it was just Harry.
After closing the flimsy magazine and setting it down on the cushion beside you, you stand up and begin heading to the kitchen of the burrow, hoping to find one of Mrs. Weasley’s snacks.
“Fred! George! Oh you boys are going to be the death of me!” You could hear Molly’s voice ring from the kitchen as she scolded her sons.
You chuckled to yourself as you finally reached the main floor and walked towards the kitchen to see the disaster she was screaming about.
They had set a dung bomb under a cushion and when Ron sat down to chat with Harry, it went off, releasing a putrid odor in the living room.
You immediately plugged your nose, your eyes squinting with the awful smell.
“Blimey Fred, this stinks!” Ron groans from the living room walking over to the kitchen, raising his eyebrows at you when he saw you as a greeting.
Fred and George were found in the living room sharing a smile as Molly scolded them. You glanced past them and saw Harry sitting on the floor with a wide smile on his face as he watched the boys fight for their lives to find an excuse about the dung bomb.
He glanced up at you, the amusement never leaving his eyes as he finally stood up to greet you.
“How are you breathing right now that smells disgusting?” You ask, a hand still covering your nose as Harry casually walks over as if a dung bomb didn’t just go off.
“I’ve smelled worse at the Dursley’s.” He replies, shrugging his shoulders with a grin. You laugh and shake your head, pondering over that. You could just imagine the mess Dudley and his father made at that house. Thinking of the smell Harry’s speaking of made you shudder.
“Dearies, maybe it’s best you all go outside while we sort this smell out.” Molly says softly to you all, her voice growing sharp at the end as she looks at her twin boys.
All of you nod and slip shoes on to head outside in the late summer afternoon, the sun starting to fall a bit lower.
“You guys wanna make a campfire?” Ginny asks all of you, starting to grab some fire wood from outside the house.
“Oh yeah! What was that one thing you were talking about Hermione? A shmore?” Ron asks, his eyes visibly bulging at the thought of eating.
Hermione giggled and corrected him, “A s’more.”
“Yeah those.” Ron nodded, beginning to grab leftover ‘Daily Prophet’ newspapers to help start the fire.
All of you walked around the yard, searching for any sticks or pine needles that you could throw into the fire so that you could keep it going longer.
You and Harry broke off towards the same area and he rose from the mulch holding a large stick with a wide smile on his face.
“On guard!” He called towards you, with one hand behind his back as he held the stick out towards you.
You laughed in response, grabbing the largest stick you could find on the ground, raising it up.
“I challenge you to a duel.” You reply in a mock voice, extending your stick towards Harry’s. He smirks and suddenly yells before lunging towards you with a stick. You retaliate and raise your own stick to stop his from hitting you in the face.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny watch from the pile of fire wood and newspapers laughing to themselves.
"They have no idea how in love they are with each other." Hermione sighs, shaking her head as she tosses another 'Daily Prophet' on the firewood. Ron laughs, "Dimwits."
After a brutal hit from Harry's stick, yours snaps in half, leaving you with no weapon to defend yourself.
"Oh no." You mutter to yourself as Harry smiles mischievously. "I have you now." He declares, stalking closer towards you. "No!" You shout as you drop your joke of a stick and begin to run off towards other trees.
Laughter explodes from your chest as you turn around and see Harry running behind you, stick long forgotten. "I'm gonna get you!" He teases behind you, his voice scarily close.
All of a sudden you feel warm hands on your back and you're tumbling down to the grass. You land with a soft 'oof' and feel a weight on your stomach. When you open your eyes and glance down you're met with a jet black head of hair laying on your stomach.
Harry.
You were uncomfortably aware of your heart beat, feeling as if it was going to hop out of your chest any second. Harry moved his head so that he could see you, leaning away from your chest and stretching his arm with a soft groan, "Told you I'd get you." He says with a smile growing on his face. He was leaned up against one arm, with his head tilted to the side playfully. He looked adorable and your face couldn't help but heat up at the sight.
You playfully scoff in response and look to the side, hoping to hide your warm face as the blades of grass tickled you, "Boo."
Harry gets up and holds out his hand for you to grab it, "Come on. Lets go eat some shmores." You chuckle at his mockery of Ron and grab onto his hand, pressing your palm against his. His hand was warm against yours and you were increasingly aware of your skin touching. Your stomach felt like a cage of butterflies was trying to escape, fluttery with the excitement of a crush.
"Thanks." you murmur as you stand up and wipe your hands off on your jean shorts. He hums in reply and clears his throat, quickly turning towards the direction of Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
As he walks, you follow behind, thinking about his body so close to yours. You couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to lay in bed with him, playing with his hair as he laid his head on your chest on purpose. Shaking your head, you tried to make the thoughts go extinct in your mind.
You couldn't continue the school year with this crush on one of your best friends; you wouldn't be able to stand the proximity.
Ron's voice snapped you out of your thoughts: "You blokes done jumping all over each other?"
Ginny laughed as yours and Harry's faces lit in embarrassment of being caught. "We were not jumping all over each other." You correct. "We were dueling."
Harry nods his head and scratches the back of his head, "Respect the lost art form Ron, would ya?"
You huff out a laugh at Harry's words as Ron mutters, "That's rubbish." -- leading the two boys to begin bickering--and drop a couple of sticks that you had with you prior to your fall in the pile. Hermione lights a match and drops it on your pile, a fire instantly igniting before you.
The orange glow reflects off your faces as you begin to roast your marshmallows, simply using sticks that you dusted off with an old rag. All of you were talking excitedly about the upcoming school year.
“Think Snape’s gonna get the defense job yet?” Ginny asked with a grin as you all began to chuckle. “In his dreams.” Harry mocked, his teeth flashing a wide grin.
“He’s already insufferable in potions, I don’t want him to ruin the best class.” You huffed, turning your marshmallow in the fire, hoping to get it nice and golden. “You’ll find that there are much better classes than defense against the dark arts if you just took them Y/n. I told you to take ancient runes last year.”
“That class sounded awful Hermione, you know I’d be bad at it.” You replied with a small smile and a shake of your head. Translating ancient texts all day and then writing essays about them did not sound fun to you.
“Yeah plus I need you in divination Y/n, so you might as well stick with me.” Harry smiles from besides you, glancing down at his marshmallow shortly after making eye contact.
Suddenly the fire feels warmer, and you bite the inside of your lip to stop your smile from widening further. When you turn back your marshmallow caught fire, bubbling black by the second.
“Oh Merlin.” You mutter to yourself as the group giggles, immediately bringing the marshmallow towards your lips and blowing it off. Harry laughs from besides you and pulls his marshmallow back, revealing a perfect golden brown marshmallow.
“Look what we have here.” He announces, holding his marshmallow near yours and biting back a smile at your burnt marshmallow.
“Whatever, it’ll still taste good.” You turn your head away from him as you search for Graham crackers and chocolate but only see empty wrappers.
“Are we out of Graham crackers and chocolate?” You question, leaning forward onto your knees as you glance around.
“Err, I think so. Check inside, there should be some there.” Ron replies, keeping his eyes on his marshmallow as he sits with chocolate residue on the corner of his mouth.
As you stand up with your marshmallow Harry says, “I’ll go with you. I need one too.”
You smile and nod as the two of you start to walk inside. You try to ignore the way your shoulders brush against each other’s as he catches up to your pace, the two of you glancing at each other with small smiles.
Your heart felt like it was beating two times faster, nerves settling in as you were alone with Harry again. What you would do to be back in that same position on the ground with him.
“Sorry about jumping on you earlier by the way. I hope it wasn’t weird.” He turns to you, a small, embarrassed smile on his face.
You shook your head and smiled back, “Don’t worry, I liked it.”
The minute it comes out of your mouth, you wish you could grab a time turner and go back in time, erasing the fact that you just said that. Your eyes go slightly wide and Harry begins to laugh at your side stopping you by the doorway to the Burrow.
He grabs your wrist with his free hand, pulling you closer to him and smiles. “What do you mean by that Y/n?”
“I just… didn’t mind it. That’s all.”
“Mhm.” He hums, his eyes flickering down to your lips so quickly you nearly missed it.
“Well I liked it too.” He replies softly, his had gently sliding off your wrist, the warm reminder of his touch still lingering. You exhale softly and look into his green eyes, time seeming to still around you.
You so badly wanted to lean in and just kiss him, but you were petrified of the thought of this conversation just being a random flirty exchange.
You glanced down at his lips, watching as he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, leaving it slightly open.
“Merlin’s beard Y/n just kiss me.” He mutters, reaching up and caressing your cheek, pulling you towards him gently.
He leans in and presses his lips against yours softly, and you immediately kiss back. It was better than you have ever dreamed. His soft lips slid against yours, as you broke away for mere seconds to catch your breath, before going back in for more.
It was like a shot of fire whiskey.
The first sip was bright and different, but it felt so good on the way down. It was gentle, but meaningful, like the two of you had waited ages to do this.
Which, you honestly have.
You reached your free hand up to slide it into his hair, softly gripping on his brown locks. He made a small sound into your mouth when you gently tugged, pushing his face further towards yours. He slid his hand from your jaw, to the side of your neck and you shivered slightly into his touch.
He smiled against your lips and pulled back slowly, his eyes fluttering open and his hand sliding down to your waist.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” He asks softly, his thumb rubbing against the side of your waist.
“Hopefully as long as I have.”
“And how long would that be love?” He teases, a smile widening on his face.
You huffed and glanced away for a moment before looking back at him.
“Since fourth year.” You muttered softly.
He hummed in reply and smiled, “Sounds about right.”
You smiled and brought your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him towards you to peck his lips softly. As you slowly pulled away, your lips separated little by little, the two of you smiling like idiots at each other.
“Oi! Where is this chocolate guy- Oh bloody hell, finally!”