Everything I'm supposed to hate • Harry J. Potter •

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"Yes, because I cared about you more, Harry. The way I feel about you... I--I've never felt this way about anybody else. It's like this thing that never leaves my mind. It's always there, even when I'm not thinking about you, in the back of my mind. I can feel it in my chest when I look at you. It's like--it's like you're song lyrics that replay over and over inside my head that I can never get tired of hearing."

Harry closed his eyes and hung his head. "Y/n."

You continued rambling, the embarrassment of your confession finally catching up to you. "I know you probably don't feel the same. How could you? We've hated each other for as long as I can remember. I wouldn't blame you if you started laughing at me right now or told everybody in school how I embarrassed myself and confessed my feelings for you in a nightgown with bare feet and mascara running down my cheeks or--"

"Y/n," Harry cut you off, finally looking back at you. His eyes bore into your own. "Do you know why I've been avoiding you all year?"

"No." Your voice had never sounded so small. You thought it was fitting, seeing as how you felt smaller and more self-conscious than you ever had before.

"Because I couldn't stand seeing you with that Nott bloke," Harry told you. He looked down at his hands again as he continued on. "It killed me having to see you snogging him everywhere I went. I wanted to kill him. Hermione's the only reason I didn't get myself beaten to a pulp. But that's beside the point. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for months. I don't know how or why or when it happened, I just know something flipped. I'm whipped for you, Y/n."

You stared at Harry, openmouthed. You didn't know what to say. This had been the last thing you ever expected him to tell you.

"Are you messing with me?" You asked after a moment of silence, looking around to see if Ron was hiding in the shadows, laughing at how gullible you were. "Is this some sort of--?"

You were cut short as Harry cupped your jaw and kissed you like you'd never been kissed before. It felt like sparks were literally flying as Harry's soft lips, the ones you'd been daydreaming about for months, moved against yours. His rough fingers caressing your cheek made your nerve endings feel like they were on fire. It was nothing like you'd imagined. It was far better. This unbearable tightness in your chest had finally released. Like there had been a coil wrapped around your heart that snapped and let it beat completely again. You swore you could hear the buzz of electricity as the two of you melted into each other.

You could have kissed Harry like that for the rest of your life. It was cliche, but nothing else mattered when he was kissing you with his hands cupping your cheeks. One of your hands fisted the fabric of his shirt, pulling it, and Harry by extension, towards you.

You prolonged the separation of your lips until your lungs burned. You pulled back and tried to catch your breath quickly.

"No wonder Nott wanted to snog you everywhere," Harry joked breathlessly.

"That was nothing like kissing Theo," you replied. "I told you, I've never felt like this about anyone but you."

Harry, who had been leaning his head against the wall again, turned to look at you. "Me either."

Abruptly, you carded your fingers gently through Harry's hair. It was softer than you imagined and a lot thicker.