Harry Potter Oneshots

Its your bday!!!

You opened your eyes, the realization that you have fallen asleep dawned on you. It was just supposed to be a nap but considering how bright your dorm is, you slept the whole night. Which means, it is your birthday.

"Great," you spat, getting up from your bed. "Another year where I am reminded that I am growing up." You frowned at the state you are in, messy hair, tired eyes, puffy face and sleep still trying to take you in. You blinked a couple of times, your eyelashes crunching each time you did so.

"I feel disgusting," you said to no one but yourself. You slugged to your bathroom, ready to take the longest shower of your life. As you closed the door, the door to your dorm room opened.

Harry Potter made sure to hear your bathroom door close completely before tiptoeing inside your dormitory. He was holding a variety of balloons, your favorite treat and a lengthy letter confessing how he feels like the happiest man on earth when he is near you.

As he approached your bed, a grin spread across his face. He imagined you sleeping, he always felt lost at how you looked so heavenly when you did normal things. He thought that the angels looked at you as an example of what true beauty is. Snapping out of his daydream, he set the gifts on your dresser.

In the other side of the door, you turned on the shower after long contemplation of doing so or not. Nothing excites you about this day, it should but it doesn't. It just feels like every other day even though for several others it is the day they have caught a glimpse of the world. It just reminded you of how time is going by so quickly and you can't find the stop button fast enough. You entered the steamy shower...

Harry couldn't stop grinning as he made your bed. He was almost exploding with joy to surprise you on your special day. He fixed his glasses several times, wiping them excessively to calm his nerves. He hoped that you would appreciate his gesture but more agree to the date he has planned for the both of you. As someone who is terrified of expressing his romantic feelings, he feels quite certain about his feelings for you. He knew for some time the hold you have on him and it scared him. But he didn't care because he liked being wrapped around your finger.

The minutes ticked by, and it was time for Harry to leave out the petals of roses leading to the common room. He jogged out of your common room, his stomach in a frenzy. He closed the door quietly, putting an index finger on his lips to quiet the creaking. Once his shoes stepped on the soft carpet of the hallway, he dug in his pockets for the soft rose petals. He started to scatter them on the floor, walking backwards as to not miss a single step.

The stairs were tricky but he finally managed to get down all the way.

"Alright, the fire is set." He warmed his cold hands by the cracking fire. "The gift is placed, the common room is locked so that y/n and I can have this moment together. And also if she rejects me, I can just hide in my room and cry without having anyone to judge me." With that anxious thought, Harry's shoulders slumped. There is still that big possibility that y/n would not like it. What if she doesn't like roses? Or chocolate? Or balloons? Or an indoor picnic by the fire? What is she didn't like him?

Harry's heart started to beat faster and faster and faster. On the verge of a slight panic attack, he heard the faint sound of a door creaking inside the common room. Now his nerves were balancing on the tip of his fingers, he needed to clean his glasses again.

You walked out of your dorm, a huge smile on your face after you saw the gifts. The letter was absolutely precious. He talked about how the days seem boring without you around. "It is like the days without sun." You felt your heart squeeze when you read that line. You always knew that he fancied you to some degree but not like this. This made you realize how you fancy him too. Following the petals down the stairs, you saw a long shadow dancing against the empty portraits in the common room. You held on to the railing and spotted Harry Potter, who was aggressively wiping his glasses.

"Harry?" You spoke tentatively, grinning at the long sheet on the floor with a number of meals and pastries decorating it. This was perfect and you felt glad it was your birthday, this might be the best one you've ever had. "Harry? Stop wiping your glasses like that, you might break them."

Harry came out of his daze and blushed from the top of his messy hair to the bottom of his shaking feet. "You look beautiful," he spat out, fully aware that he said that out loud and not in the comforts of his mind.

You noticed the slight panic in his eyes. This made you feel even more warm already. "Thank you, Harry. This is really sweet of you to do for me."

"It is your birthday and I wanted to surprise you," he replied modestly, scratching the back of his burning neck. "Happy birthday, Y/n." He reached the middle of the room and took out a cake from the basket he hid under a table.

You thought you could not smile any bigger but you were wrong. The sight of a lumpy cake in his hands made your day because you knew that the elves wouldn't make a cake so hideous.

"I made it," Harry commented, smiling at you. "Can you tell?"

"No, I thought one of the elves made it!" You replied, smiling with him because he noted the hint of sarcasm you used.

He rolled his eyes as he set it down on the sheet. "I didn't know how to use that frosting bag well and I might have messed up on the proportions..." He caught your eye and the both of you laughed. You walked over and sat next to him, admiring how happy he looks with you.

"That is really sweet of you, again," you said, looking at the wide assortments of delights around you. "So, this is my first ever date with you and it is on my birthday? Wow, now I don't mean to be cliche but this is the best birthday I have ever had."

Harry swooned at this comment, his heart prideful that it made you happy. "Have some cake."

"There are no forks. Or spoons for that matter."

Harry snickered. Before he could do what he was planning to do, you dug your hands into the cake and started to smudge it on his face.

"I was going to do that!" He exclaimed, grabbing a fistful and wiping it all over your face. You shrieked while giggling and the both of you spread dry vanilla bread with sweet frosting all over each other's faces. After a face full of cake, you both just couldn't stop staring at each other.

"Honestly, even with a face full of the worst cake ever created, you are still the most beautiful girl I have ever, and will ever, meet." His heart beat with his confession because he knew it was the truth. He can't get enough of you.

You looked at his face full of frosting. You felt like the cake will melt off your face from how much you are blushing. You reached your hand out to wipe some of the frosting from his chin and you leaned in to kiss him.

Harry leaned a bit back. "Are you sure, y/n? Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes, I want you to kiss me until you feel like I would know how much you care about me."

He smiled sweetly. "Then my lips would never part from yours."

He cupped your face in his hands and wiping the excess cake off you with his thumb, he spilled all his emotions into your mouth. He closed his eyes and so did you, nothing will ever top this.

The absolutely perfect birthday ever.

Harry let go for a second, and he gazed into your shiny eyes. "Happy birthday, Y/n." You smiled as you kissed him and it felt like your heart was pounding against your chest, like it could feel the other heart trying to reach out as well. With you smiling against his lips, your heart reached his and everything felt like magic.

the end :p just wanted to say happy late birthday!!! I hope you have a wonderful time and many more birthdays :) ginnypotter98 your day!!!