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floswife · 1 year

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𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦-𝗛𝗝𝗣 𝗫 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗢𝗖

Warnings: Fluff, Gaslighting, James possessing Harry

Pairing: Harry James Potter X Ravenclaw!OC

Author’s Note: Idk I just wrote this for me so it’s not really plot heavy, it’s set in fifth year but there’s not any mention of the DA or Umbitch

Summary: Juliette Rosewood, a Muggleborn Ravenclaw witch. She had never thought she’d me destined for much trouble, that was until a certain raven haired Gryffinfor decided to take a liking to her.

It was another day at Hogwarts and Juliette was late to Potions. Again.

But was it really her fault that the damned stairs moved randomly? She braced herself for a scolding, it was fifth year and her O.W.L.S were just around the corner, that and the fact that she wasn’t a Slytherin would surely lead to Snape ripping into her. A sure equation to a sizeable amount of points to be docked from her house.

She entered the classroom with her long dark curls flowing behind her in a frenzy, she frantically looked around the class for a free seat and saw that there was only one left next to Hogwarts’ resident celebrity/troublemaker, Harry Potter.

As Snape’s back was turned she crept to the seat, Harry giving her an amused look.

Snape turned around and his eyes immediately zeroed in on her, “Miss Rosewood, did you arrive just now?”

Juliette shrugged, “I was here this whole time sir. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry stifled a laugh behind his palm.

Snaps narrowed his eyes, “You were late.”

Juliette feigned a look of offence, “That is a vile accusation sir.”

Snape visibly angered, “Alright, what is it that I was just talking about right now?”

“Draught of living death.” Harry murmured to her in a voice so low it was only audible to her from behind his palm.

“Draught of living death, sir.” She said with a sickly sweet smile before giving Harry a thankful look.

The rest of the class watched in amusement as Snape visibly questioned his sanity.

He turned to Harry who gave his best innocent look that almost made Juliette burst out in laughter, “Potter, tell me, was Miss Rosewood here this whole time?”

Harry nodded, “Yes she was sir, you should get Madam Pomfrey to check your memory.”

The whole class stifled a laugh as Snape turned red, “That won’t be needed. Everyone turn to page 177, I want a bottle of the draught of living death made by you and your seat partner on my desk by the end of this lesson or else detentions will be given.”

The whole class groaned and got the ingredients needed for the potion.

Juliette turned to Harry, “Thank you for that, by the way, you didn’t need to do that.”

Harry shrugged, “Anything to pull one over Snape, right?”

Juliette laughed in agreement, “seriously, I owe you one.” Harry smiled at her and the two spent the rest of the lesson laughing and teasing each other, talking about meaningless things and just enjoying each other’s company, surprisingly they even managed to get a decent draught of living death on Snape’s desk and didn’t get detention.

Oh how she’d regret those words.

Juliette was proud to have been named prefect of her house, both her parents were muggles and many didn’t expect much of her. However, when she received the letter and the shiny blue pin, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of fulfilment.

Now, as she did her nighttime patrols, she no longer felt that fulfilment but only an overwhelming sense of tiredness and boredom. Seriously, shouldn’t this be considered as child labour? Dumbledore ought to hire some more damned teachers.

The dulled haze she fell into as she trudged along the hallway, her wand alight making the portraits shout some rather rude things at her, fell once she heard hurried footsteps along the corridor she was in.

She laughed to herself at the poor soul running down this corridor, knowing it was a dead end.

She then saw a familiar head of raven hair and bright green eyes and round glasses and she forced herself to suppress a groan of frustration.

Does this boy ever have a normal day at Hogwarts?

Harry looked relieved to see her and stopped by her as she looked at him with wide eye, his cheeks were slightly flushed from the running as she looked up at him with an incredulous look on her face.

“Do you ever just… follow the rules?” She hissed at him, not even wanting to ask who he was running away from.

Harry feigned a look of deep though before nonchalantly shrugging, “No, I don’t think i do.”

She just rolled her eyes and she grew even more annoyed when she heard distance footsteps clattering after him and a distant, “Potter!”

Harry’s eyes widened and she gave him a deadpan stare, her eyes sleepy, “who was that and what did you do?”

He took in a sharp breath, “That would be some Slytherin prefect looking for an excuse to put me in detention, and as for what I did…” he trailed off before flashing a charming grin that affected her more than she would care to admit, “that’s on a need to know basis.”

Juliette pinched the bridge of her nose, evidently too tired to be dealing with this.

As the footsteps drew closer he visibly grew more panicked before turning to her, “you said you owe me right?”

Her brows knit together in confusion and before she could even open her mouth to speak, his arms had wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his body, his lips pressing against hers.

She gasped in surprise and kissed him back nonetheless, one hand cupped his jaw while the other loved to run through his messy raven locks.

The footsteps drew closer and then drew to a halt right before them, a gasp could be heard and then a rushed, “sorry.” Was muttered before the person ran off again.

It was then that Juliette pulled away from Harry, though still stayed in his arms, not quite ready to leave his warmth yet.

She knew that her face was probably bright red at that moment, feeling the hot blood pound in her ears. Harry had a dazed look on his face and a goofy grin spread across it.

Juliette smiled softly at him before realising that he had only kissed her to avoid detention, so she stepped out of his grasp.

Harry frowned slightly, his arms feeling empty without her.

“So, this makes us even now?” She gave him a small polite smile.

He blinked a few times, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out, “Um yes of course! Brilliant.”

She hummed before giving him a pointed look, “now go straight back to your dorm before you kiss some other unsuspecting prefect.”

He blushed, giving her a bashful look, “I would never dream of it, only you get the privilege.”

Her heart sped up slightly at the words, “Goodnight then, you flirt.”

He chuckled, “Goodnight darling.”

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beansnsoup · 1 year

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Request-

Reader has been enemies with Harry for 2 years, until the reader saw Harry at Reader's 3rd year in Hogwarts, It was unrequited love ever since.

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In Deep

Summary- He got on your last nerve, every day, every night. You never wanted to fall for his tricks, but one new school year easily changed it all.

Harry Potter x gn!reader

Warnings- bullying?, enemies to lovers, house neutral, a little on they fell first he fell harder troupe, and idk what else

You wish he would wipe that stupid smirk off his face. He got everything he wanted at the school. He was basically Dumbledores' golden child.

Since the day you met him you wanted to scream, you hated how all the attention was on him and how him and all of his stupid friends alway got praised for fighting off all of these stupid problems.

All of these stupid problems wouldn't have been happening if he wasn't here. Hogwarts must have some sort of death wish. Every time you would talk to your family and friends about him, and they'd ask his name, they would tell you to be nicer and cut him some slack.

But you weren't going to be like everyone else in that school. You weren't just going to suck up to him because he was the boy who lived.

You and your friend decided to meet up at the station, it was your 3rd year at Hogwarts.

"Y/N!" She called you over. You ran over to her and pulled her into a hug, "Have you seen you know who?" She asked. "V-" she clasped her hand over your mouth, "No, idiot, Harry!"

You scoffed, "No, I haven't, I don't plan on it either." She turned you turned you around to face a group of three, your eyes go wide.

No way that's him. He looked completely less punchable.

"Um, wow."

"Yeah, tell me about it." She replied. He glanced over to you guys. You felt your face go pale. You looked away as quickly as possible. You wanted to disappear.

You dragged your friend into the train and made sure the car got in was farthest from Harry and his friends. "That was so utterly embarrassing." Your friend laughed, you sank down into the seat.

You sat in the common room with a group of friends. If you were being honest, you only liked about 2 of them. "Have you seen Harry Potter?" One of them started, the group started laughing.

"Forget Harry, what about the twins?"

They kept going back and forth about Gryfinndor boys. You were slumped over the desk, writing a paper for potions, it was the first day and you already had homework.

"So Y/N, got an eye on anyone?" One of the girls asked, "Wouldn't you like to know."

It was honestly the least of your priorities right now. You could care less, "Well, they looked mighty intrigued by Harry at the station." Your friend chimed in.

You sent her a glare. You really wished she hadn't called you out. You were never going to hear the end of it. The girls start laughing, "Honestly, who could blame you? He's so dreamy." One of them chimes in.

You roll your eyes. It's not like you wanted him to drop to his knees and praise you or anything. "It's nothing. He just grew a little over the summer." You inform them, "Yeah, right." Your friend says, then mimicking the face you made when you saw him, "Oh, Harry, please marry me already. I couldn't stand another day without being without you." She breaks into a full romantic monolog.

You grab your things and head up to your dorm. You couldn't stand being looked at like that. You never thought of yourself as boycrazy.

"Good morning."

You look over to your side to find Harry Potter. Your mind went straight to all those dormates. You were going to kill them if they said something.

"Morning." You replied, he sat down on the seat next to you, here we go.

"Do you need something, Harry?" He sent you back a smirk, shaking his head, "Nope, I just thought I'd check in."

You both sat there in complete silence, you glance over to your friend that is giving you both a blank stare.

"What's going on?" She mouths to you.

"I don't know." You reply. "So," he jolts you back to face him, "I was wondering, when we go to Hogsmeade this weekend, if you wanted to go out and eat."

You sit there for a bit, "Harry, how would you even get there? You need a signed permission slip from a guardian."

"I have my ways."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, then scanned around the room until you found your friend again. She was nodding her head very viontly, she appertly had been listening in on the conversation.

You turn back to him. He's been keeping his eyes on you, anticipating an answer.

"Fine."

"I'll meet you at Honeydukes at 12."

He gets up from the seat and walks towards the door to leave.

What a morning.

Cut to your 6th year, and you're finishing up your outfit for your date. You and Harry had been dating since the 3rd year, and you're genuinely glad that your friend made you check him out in the station now.

He never told you why he randomly asked you out that day. He said it'd crush your ego. But he did tell you that it took a lot of balls for him to do it.

Honestly, you could never be happier, you were with a boy that loved you, your grades were amazing, and Snape actually enjoyed you being in the classroom.

Harry walked into your dorm, "You ready?" Before you could even reply, he beat you to it, "Wow."

Your friend would always go on and on about how he was whipped for you. You'd tell her she was crazy but over time, you realized you had him wrapped around your finger.

You sometimes used it to your advantage. People never really messed with you either since you started dating.

"Is it too much?"

It's so short, not very good, but still 😭

"No, no, not at all. You look beautiful."

#harry potter x reader #harry potter #hp x y/n #hp x reader #harry potter x y/n #daniel radcliffe #wizarding world

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girlkisser13 · 15 days

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harry potter masterlist

* indicates smut

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dating harry potter would include

nsfw headcanons *

imagines

drabbles

#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #harry potter x you #daniel radcliffe #daniel radcliffe x reader #daniel radcliffe smut #daniel radcliffe x you #daniel radcliffe imagine #harry potter fandom #harry potter series #hp #hp series #hp fandom #gryffindor #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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almost-gabrielle · 2 years

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Calming Harry Down When He's Stressed

It's been hours since Cedric Diggory's death. Everyone was now in their common rooms, or sleeping in their dorms. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't sleep. A lot was on my mind. Harry's declaration that Voldemort was back, him almost being killed twice in the same night, and me being in the center of it all. I couldn't imagine all the pain Harry must be in. Finally, I could not go to sleep. I sighed and sat up. I put on my houserobe and quietly made my way out of the girl's dorm where everyone else was sleeping quite peacefully. Nobody seemed to have a care in the world that Voldemort was back. I needed a place to sit and think. So the Gryffindor common room was my only choice. But when I got down there, someone else was already sitting on the couch. I realized that it was Harry. I could hear his quiet sobs, causing my heart to break for him. "Harry?" I asked in a careful voice. He jumped, looking startled. He whipped around to face me before hastily wiping his eyes with his sleeve. I felt awful for him and sat down next to his trembling body. He continued to sob quietly, unable to keep it any longer. "Shh," I cooed softly as I took the poor boy into my arms. I rubbed his upper arm with my hand in an attempt to comfort him. I pulled him towards me. He was now so close to me that his head rested on my chest. "It's okay, sweetheart," I murmured softly as I ran my fingers through his mess of raven-brown hair. "It's going to be okay." "No it's not, y/n," he answered, weeping quietly. "What do you mean, love?" "Voldemort's back. Everyone that I love and care for will be in danger. On top of that, I will be in even further danger with a death threat looming over my head for a long time. I'm scared, y/n. I'm scared that no one will believe that he's back." I brought the poor, scared boy closer to me, hugging him tightly in an attempt to comfort him. "I believe you, sweetheart," I replied. And it was true. I did believe him. The way he confessed that he was back, he sounded so scared. And I didn't blame him. Harry looked up at me with those big blue eyes of his. They were one of the many things that I loved about Harry. "You do?" he asked, sounding eager and hopeful. "Of course I do, love," I cooed. "You're my best friend. I'll be here for you every step of the way. I promise."

#harry potter fic #harry potter x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #gryffindor #hp fandom #cute #fluff #daniel radcliffe #comfort #gryffindor common room #sweet

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lenaswritingandstuff · 2 years

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I could really use some fluff with Harry rn :(

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry james potter x reader #hp #uni is shitty #and so stressful #and a teacher got me into deep shit #daniel radcliffe #hogwarts

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cherienymphe · 2 months

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There’s so much to unpack here but I’m gonna be honest… when I learned just a couple days ago about how Daniel Radcliffe rejected Julianne Hough I was like ???? Don’t get me wrong he’s cute in the HP movies and I’ve actually read various x readers for him but something about him in real life is not it. Idk maybe it’s the glasses that made him cute. Either way I was so confused cuz imo she’s gorgeous! And he’s… there

I mean... I get the sentiment but she just might not be his type 😭

#asks

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hp-wizardingtrash-1 · 7 years

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Imagine being on the set of Harry Potter and Daniel Radcliffe is always trying to make you laugh

“Hey (Y/N)!, look at this!”

#i dont own gif #harry potter #harry james potter imagines #hermione granger #fredweasley #ron weasley #'harry potter' imagines #marauders imagines #ron weasly imagine #fred weasley fanfiction #gif #george weasley imagines #wealsy twins #daniel radcliffe hp x reader #emma watson #rupert grint

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acciojaeyun · 3 years

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defenceless | harry potter

pairing: harry potter x gn!reader (slytherin) warnings: fucking james potter reincarnated, rivals to lovers trope because i'm caving i hate it here prompt: "so you like me, is that what you're saying?" "what? no-" "took you long enough."

summary: harry had been pining over a certain slytherin, something he didn't see doing but he was determined in making his. y/n likes him back, but the thing is? they were just too annoyed with harry to say so.

"Could you at least say something real for once, Potter?" Y/N almost spat, eyebrows furrowing at the smug look the Gryffindor exudes as he looked at them in amusement. "What? I'm not lying when I said I dreamt of you," he smirked, ruffling his already unkempt hair as he leaned forward at the table, laughing slightly at the Slytherin seated across him.

The Slytherin rolled their eyes, silently praying to Merlin that their cheeks didn’t redden as that of a blooming rose. One way or another, as much as Y/N says they were not attracted to the Gryffindor they had been neck to neck with for some quite time now, their constant innuendo may have sometimes given the hint to Harry once or twice for awhile.

Of course, Harry was living for it. He had been smitten with the Slytherin for the longest time he could remember. The problem? Y/N was one tough person to crack. He couldn’t blame them though, considering how he had seen them in love once during third year to a Gryffindor whose name he can’t remember (since he couldn’t care less) only to be shattered in the Yule Ball at fourth year, making Y/N almost immune to any chances of love that can recuperate.

But, you know. Harry Potter was Harry Potter. And his determination was the same of his father’s towards Lily. Although the bullying towards Snape was absent, what had been James bullying to get Lily's attention became Harry bullying Y/N to get Y/N's attention.

You know what they say, the apple doesn't really fall far from the tree.

"Oh, don't mind Y/N over there," Daphne smiled at Harry who was behind Harry and beside their table, clearly eavesdropping at the conversation of the pair out of her constant matchmaking. "Y/N just really couldn't believe you've been dreaming about them. Not to worry, they're as flattered as they can get."

Harry chuckled at Daphne, eyebrow raising before turning to the Slytherin who can be mistaken as a Gryffindor considering how red they were. "Seriously, Y/N?" he said in between of silent laughs, "I feel like I might get Daphne as my personal translator of your words and actions sometimes. I might need it more often than not."

Y/N shot a sarcastic, tight-lipped smile. Mentally taking note not to give Daphne any of their Cornish pasties at dinner tonight. Throughout Divination and the torturing lesson of oneiromancy, Y/N was determined in ignoring the Golden Boy of Hogwarts and just continue living their day without any boy annoying them and their thought process majority of their day.

Not when they found Harry a brave soul in Defence Against the Dark Arts, not when they found it enthralling as Harry defended himself out of his consistent persistence of the truth about a fate that he inadvertently was destined to.

Every now and then, Y/N always came to terms how Harry was something to be appreciated no matter how annoying he was to them. Just the thought alone on how he maintains sane most of the times, even at the constant threat of the Dark Lord returning.

But Y/N couldn't tell that. It would be one hell of a ride if ever they confess to that secret of theirs. It was better Harry not knowing, especially if they find themselves at the verge of attachment yet again.

So, that became the resort of Y/N ever since the end of the tournament up until now: deny themselves any of feelings. No matter how it always comes back to bite them in the arse whenever they do so.

What are they to do? Fall in love again without any reassurance coming from Harry? How much does Y/N know about the boy other than his cockiness and rather amazing flirting and Quidditch skills that makes them reassured of his feelings towards them?

No. Y/N really just can't risk it, not again.

However, just like every facade we seem to force ourselves into, Y/N had seen their resolve crumble when he saw Harry almost stricken with fear and anger as he finds his way to the Gryffindor Tower one night.

It was a coincidence, really. Y/N tries to convince themselves that they were not roaming around the whole castle to search for Harry when he had failed to show up for dinner and they hadn't snuck any glances at the Gryffindor Tower amidst Daphne's constant teasing about it.

Harry was almost dazed, his left hand numb and almost as if he had been injected with anaesthesia at some point. The words imprinted on his hand could not compare to what felt like a loss of oxygen in his thoughts as he couldn't comprehend the thoughts that were running his head at that particular moment. He didn't even see the Slytherin that was walking towards him, when, on sane days, he could even sense them even if he had his eyes closed. And even though he was at the verge of fainting and his body was falling to the ground nano-speed, he couldn't sense the Slytherin scurrying towards them out of panic.

"Oh god, are you alright?"

Those were the first words he heard the moment he had been snapped back into reality. He was at the hospital wing, glasses discarded at the bedside, though he couldn't be mistaken at the voice that had greeted him the moment consciousness came back again at his midst.

He turned his head to the right, meeting the eyes of the person he had grown to love over the years. "I – uh," he started, rubbing his eyes.

For once, Harry James Potter was found speechless around Y/N Y/L/N, when it was always the other way around.

"God, sorry, my question was dumb. How are you feeling?

Their voice was laced with concern, and Harry ensures to himself that he was awake and this was not a dream. He was sure that Y/N often appeared in his dreams every so often, that he couldn't even decipher if Y/N being like that to him now was reality or just a manifestation of his subconscious mind.

"Am I awake?"

"I mean, yeah?"

"Right," he nodded, moving in the bed to push himself up. "Just had to make sure since I didn't know you have it in you,"

"Have what in me?"

"To care for another person," he yawned, retrieving his glasses beside him. "Much more so that person being me."

Y/N blushed in response, racking their brain of any phrases or topic to talk about to quickly divert what Harry had pointed out.

"Harry!" Hermione said rather loudly, earning a harsh shush from Madame Pomfrey, to which she had apologised quickly in a quieter voice, Ron following after not far behind.

Hermione met Y/N's gaze. The girl smiled at them, nodding slightly as an act of gratitude. Y/N took that as their cue to leave, straightening their bottoms before standing up, hands which held their heavy bag struggling to carry it over their shoulders. They nodded at Ron, who, also gave the same appreciative gesture to them as they left the hospital wing without any bid of farewell to Harry who they had been keeping a close eye on for what seemed like hours now.

The moment changed everything for both Harry and Y/N. It happened not so suddenly, though. Everything was gradual, and everyone around them missed it most of the times.

However, if Hermione had not been the wiser, she would have missed Harry's declining occurrence of his playful remarks. Rather, she would notice how Harry's eyes linger on longer than usual to the person she knows had feelings for her best-friend as well. On the other party, Hermione also sensed Y/N's indirect avenge towards Umbridge; something she found quite entertaining, considering how Slytherins blindly follow Umbridge, as an embodiment of their internalised house prejudice toward the Gryffindors. Not to mention, how Y/N had defended Harry one time which have landed them in detention.

And when Y/N accepted Hermione and Ron's invitation to the first assembly for Dumbledore's Army, them signing up for it after, it was confirmation on Harry's two best-friends that Y/N was not like any other Slytherin, and that, should a probable romance blossom between Harry and Y/N, it wouldn't be up for questioning.

It pretty much blossomed right in front of the whole DA in every session.

As students evacuated the Room of Requirement, and after Fred and George had mentioned their scheme to Harry, Y/N was left at the corner, fixing their bag and uniform to follow the group of students. Harry had (rather a bit impatiently) cut short Fred and George's convincing talk, aiming to catch up on Y/N before they could ever leave the room.

He didn't mind the annoyed glances of the twins out of his interruption, Harry couldn't care less. All that matters is the only Slytherin in both the room and in his heart.

"It's been a long time since we've talked," Harry started, hands playing with his wand.

Y/N looked at him, smiling at the first conversation they had ever since Harry's admittance at the hospital wing. "Yeah, it felt like ages. Though, I get a fair share of your voice anyway in DA."

"Who knew I'd get Y/N to be in DA?" he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't flatter yourself that much. It was Hermione and Ron who had invited me here, not you."

"Ah, you would've accepted in a heartbeat if I were the one that had done so, wouldn't you?"

Y/N blushed, yet again. "In your dreams, Harry,"

"Oh? When had we been on first-name basis?"

"Whatever," they muttered, turning on their heel to leave, but Harry already had a hold of their arm before they had the chance to do so.

Harry made his way in front of them. "I haven't had properly thanked you,"

"Don't think about it," Y/N smiled, trying not to wince when Harry had brushed his hand over their left hand, but he caught the slight discomfort, of course. Having to have heard of what happened to Y/n a week prior, Harry already had an idea as to why they had winced in pain when he held their hand.

He brought their hands closer to him, running his thumb over the fading scar. "You didn't have to, Y/N." he whispered, meeting their eyes. "I don't deserve it."

Y/N shrugged, "She was telling so much shit about you, fucker deserved the ton-tongue toffee I bought from the Weasley's."

"Yeah, but that's not enough reason for you to be scarred because of the shit she's saying about me." He said, still caressing their hand to soothe whatever pain that may still be there.

Harry smiled at the second rush of redness to Y/N's cheeks. "Unless there's something I should know?"

"Yes. And that it is only I that should be talking shit about you, Potter." Y/N tried to defend, pulling their hand out of Harry's grip.

"So you like me, is that what you're saying?

"What? No –"

"Took you long enough."

And everything happened quite quickly, Harry had already pushed strands of their hair out of the frame of their face, leaning in to finally kiss the person he knew was the one for him no matter what prejudice other may have in terms of their houses or their polar differences. All that matters was he believed in love, and love was the Slytherin that he has right now.

"I'll take care of you," Harry whispered as they pulled away from each other. "You don't have to worry." he smiled, cupping their face.

Falling in love yet again was not indeed a mistake, especially if it was falling for him.

In response, Y/N smiled. Finally accepting the reality that had been on hanging on loose end, finally being true to themselves. They were defenceless to love, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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swtki · 3 years

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The Rain - H.P

Pairing: Harry Potter x GN! Reader

Summary: Unexpected storms.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, kissing.

A/N: I wanna be kissed on god.

The couple had not a single idea of the weather before planning their date. Sure, maybe it could rain, but the last week had been London’s most common combo; clouds and below freezing temperatures. Lovely. Still, the couple didn’t expect it to rain. Without umbrellas, the world could throw everything at them and they would be almost defenseless.

“Why do muggles settle for stories so...so overused?” Y/N asked, they’re hand clasped inside Harry’s comfortably. While they always complained about subject material, Harry loved nothing more to see their face light up with wonder as the screen lit up with muggle stories. Harry, of course, had seen movies all his life. He watched Dudley as Petunia and Vernon plopped him a few feet from the small box. He knew what movies were, he had just never been to one until he met Y/N. They looked so fun in the movies, which he always got sidetracked by the inception-like complex (a movie he did in fact see with them) of a movie theater in a movie.

“‘Dunno. They’re simple creatures really. Moving colors on a wall was groundbreaking, something wizards did long before.” He shrugged and slid into the seat on the subway, Y/N sitting beside him. “Did you like it, though?”

They hesitated for a second, “Yes, but I thought last months movie was far superior. I wonder when we’ll be able to rent that one at the video store. Which by the way, I wanna drop by there soon and rent a film.” He listened with a soft smile, he absolutely loved how his partner of three years was so entranced with something so simple as a muggle film. Not only were they entranced, but they were entranced by something he had shown them.

They talked about the film the entire ride home, in depth about anything and everything the pair could think of. Finally, the car came to a halt, and the doors slid open. They were half way home, finally.

Although Harry hated the idea of walking anywhere, he loved walking home hand in hand with the love of his life. The conversation distracted them both from the cold, which wasn’t the only destruction they needed.

It was clear that the sky had a plan, and it was not in their favor. As Harry felt the first drop hit his head, he started praying to merlin that it was only his imagination. It wasn’t.

Soon it was pouring, and the pair were making a run for their flat. That was until Y/N needed to stop, only a few blocks away from home. Hands on their knees, begging for air to fill their lungs, Harry stood concerned. He didn’t like being unable to help them, it felt terrible to just watch.

“Oh Merlin, we’re soaked!” They exclaimed, wiping away the few wet strands that clung to their face. They stood straight, a smile spreading fast, “Aren’t I glad I don’t have glasses. Can you even see out of those right now?”.

“Not really, but enough that I’ll be okay.” He said. They looked at him, then pulled him by the strings of his hoodie and kissed him. Harry was caught off guard, but melted into the kiss within a second.

They pulled away, “Harry Potter, you are gorgeous. Especially soaking wet in cold rain.” He blushed.

“As much as I’d love to keep this moment going, we ought to run home.” Y/N was about to agree, but before they could, Harry had jumped into a puddle, now soaking them with muddy water.

“You will pay Potter, hope you can run faster.” The pairs laughter echoed for blocks, only stopping when they entered the flat, muddy and red from pleasure.

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hi again [proud] if you’re not taking anymore requests then feel free to ignore this

🔪- scenario where we’re harry potters s/o and we like to draw but we’re having a pretty hard time drawing the hands so we use harry’s as a reference :)

omg hi hi! glad to see you again <3

"Harry, something's wrong with this!" You said, frowning at the canvas.

He gasped as he took in the drawing, just like he gasps at all of your works.

"It's stunning. It's beautiful, how do you have such talent-"

"Bla, bla," you rolled your eyes, though your smile remained affectionate. "Something's missing though, don't you think?"

"I-"

"IT'S THE HANDS! Look at the hands, they're weird and creepy-looking!"

Harry squinted in confusion. "They look alright to me."

"You need better glasses." With one hand you made him sit down, and the other reached for a paintbrush from your table.

"Are you drawing my portrait?" He asked hopefully, straightening his robes.

"No, I just want to use your hands as a reference," you explained, gesturing him to lay his palm across the flat surface. You nodded approvingly and started your practice.

"How long do I have to be here?" He asked after ten minutes and you offered him a smile.

"Just a few more minutes. Pretty please?"

He closed his eyes tightly.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused.

“If I open my eyes, I’ll see your pleading eyes and you know I can’t say no to them.”

“Oh, come on, please, just a few more minutes.” You said, sighing.

He groaned and like the lovesick fool he was, he put his hands back on the table. You made a sound of victory and started painting again. He couldn’t help but smile too.

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Hallowe’en Headcannons | Harry Potter X Reader

Blood Status: Half-blood

House: Gryffindor

(Gender Neutral, 5th Year)

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The time when the leaves fall from trees, turning into picturesque, brittle leaves as the kaleidoscopic ambience fills the air.

Halloween was right around the corner. Hogwarts embellished with celebratory pumpkins and whatnot.

Y/n didn't understand why everyone makes a big deal out of Halloween.

Sure, you dress up, go to random people's houses for candy, and get diabetes.

Is there anything else in the world a person can do?

It was very ironic because their boyfriend, Harry, was a Halloween enthusiast.

It’s a grieving thing.

He would always try to make Y/n enjoy the holiday by scaring them, but they end up hating it even more.

But this year, Harry's going to step up his game to try and spook his significant other.

It required cleaning the whole Potions classroom and a TON of extra work.

Y/n had professor Snape for their next class.

They were DREADING to go to his lesson.

Because of anything they do, Gryffindor gets at least 5 points taken from them daily.

But oh, this class was even scarier than you think.

The whole time, Snape hasn't insulted ANYONE.

He didn't even disrespect the Gryffindors.

Now, why was it scary, you may ask?

On this specific day, Snape's hair wasn't greasy.

- HIS HAIR SMELLED GREAT

Y/n was scared shitless about this.

After the lesson, Y/n immediately walked towards Harry.

“Did Professor Snape finally wash his hair? Or was that an impostor?”

Harry told Y/n that it was all him.

- But Y/n didn't believe Harry. So, Harry made Snape tell them.

Snape denied everything Harry said.

After Y/n wandered out of the classroom, Harry asked his professor why he lied.

“C'mon, I like a little prank, but I won't team up with you, Potter.”

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thirteensdoctor · 4 years

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HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX (2007) dir. David Yates

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lavhoes · 3 years

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harry potter with gender neutral reader

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comfortable silence. that's all there was as you and harry laid on his bed, cuddled up next to each other. his arm wrapped around you as your head laid on his chest, listening to his beating heart.

“harry,” you softly mumbled, earning a quiet hum from the boy underneath you. you turn your head upwards a bit to look at him, “why are you so bloody beautiful?” you question as you stared at him in awe.

“y-you um, think I'm beautiful?” harry shifted slightly not daring to look back you, his cheeks burning up. he wasn't used to getting complements — growing up with the dursley's they made him feel awfully insecure about his appearance.

“of course,” you reassured him giving a smile, before shifting your position to straddle your boyfriend's lap; your thighs pressed against his sides. “hey, look at me,” you whispered to him grabbing his chin gently, turning his head to face you; leaning in and pressing your forehead to his.

“your lips are beautiful,” you muttered as you caressed his lower lip with your thumb, making his breath hitch.

“your eyes are pretty,” making eye contact with eachother as you slid your hand down to the side of his neck.

“your hair is gorgeous,” you lean in closer tilting your head the the side, ghosting your lips over his. “you- you're the definition of perfection. you are beautiful harry, every inch of you. you deserve everything,” finally pressing your lips against his.

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bl597 · 4 years

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nightmares

warnings: this is for @kashishwrites 's 300 followers writing challenge! (once again, congratulations love you deserve it so much 💖💞💝💕) it's pretty short because my imagination sucks these past days yay (btw this is the first i wrote in like 1 week lol), mentions of death, kinda agnsty folks sorry not sorry, english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

prompt 7, hurt/comfort "You were screaming in your sleep. Nightmares again?" + prompt 7, fluff "I can't stand the thought of losing you." prompts are in bold!

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"Harry, go!" you screamed at the dark haired boy, trying to free yourself from a Death Eater's grip.

About an hour ago the castle was invaded by Voldemort and his followers, and ever since then, it's been like hell.

The whole Hogwarts was fighting. There were green lights flying everywhere around the castle, mercilessly killing innocent people who were defending Hogwarts, their home.

Not that Lord Voldemort cares about those people, no. The only thing he wished was to kill Harry Potter, and you and everyone else were trying to stop that.

Harry shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. "I won't leave you here!" He yelled back, sending jinxes after jinxes at the Death Eaters' way.

Not even in his worst nightmare, that was actually happening right now, Harry would leave your side. Especially when a Death Eater was pointing his wand at you, who was without your own wand.

"Then you could witness their death, what do you say, Potter?" asked the man holding you, an evil smirk on his lips as he whispered the two words you feared the most.

"NO!"

Harry woke up, tears rolling down his face, his heart racing like crazy as the memories of the nightmare lingered in his mind.

"Love, calm down, I'm here" your gentle voice and careful hands on his shoulders brought him back to reality, slightly calming him down from the nightmare.

He immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly, breaking down once again. His sobs were loud and you could feel your shirt getting wetter and wetter by his tears, but you didn't care, you just wanted to comfort him.

"Hey, it's okay" you cooed, gently massaging his scalp with your fingertips. "You were screaming in your sleep. Nightmares again?"

Harry nodded, his grip on you tightening as if you would disappear at any moment. "I almost lost you forever, (Y/n/n)" he sobbed again "I can't stand the thought of losing you. You're my everything, I don't know what I would do without you"

His weak voice broke your heart in tiny million pieces. It's been almost three years since the Hogwarts battle, and nightmares haunted the nights of those who fought, especially Harry's.

The nights where he sleeps peacefully were very rare, and it only happened twice or thrice, mostly because he drank dreamless sleep potions so he could rest for at least a few hours.

You wished you could do something, anything to help him, but nothing ever worked and seeing him so fragile and vulnerable after a nightmare just hurt you so deeply.

"It's okay, Harry, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere, yeah?" you replied, wiping the tears off of his face, drying his wet cheeks with your thumbs. "It's okay, all of this is over. We're safe now, baby"

He nodded softly, face still buried in the crook of your neck, your skin against his calming him down, your hands relaxing his tense muscles.

"I love you" Harry mumbled, voice muffled by your skin. His arms were wrapped tightly around your middle and he looked just like a sleepy baby koala.

You would've thought that was the cutest thing in the world, but you were too worried about him to think about how cute he was.

"I love you too, sugarplum" you kissed his forehead sweetly, laying down with him once again, his body securely held by your caring arms "So, so much. I'll never leave your side"

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