Harry Potter One Shots

Drunken Love (Harry)

"(Y/N), you're so in love with him." Hermione said, watching as you stared at Harry as he ran past, laughing as he and the rest of the Quidditch team headed down to the pitch for practice for the big match the next day.

"Wha - What are you talking about? No I'm not." You denied quickly, flushing and looking up at her.

"Yes you are. Anyone would be blind to not see the way you look at him." Ginny said, leaning back on the grass.

You sighed, lying down next to her. "Well, then I guess he's blind."

Hermione, startled, rolled over to face you, saying, "You mean that Harry doesn't know that you're in love with him?"

You shook your head, sighing again. "Also, I'd like it to stay that way. So neither of you better tell him."

They both groaned, but promised.

"Com on, (Y/N), we've got to get down to the Quidditch Pitch for the match! We're going to be late!" Hermione said shrilly, grabbing your arm and rushing down the stairs that led to the common room.

"Seriously, Hermione, I don't want to go!" You sighed loudly.

"What?" She froze. "Why?"

"Look. You realize that Harry's got a crush on Cho Chang, right? He's never going to notice me long enough to even say hello, forget realizing that I'm in love with him!" You groaned.

"You're in love with who?" Ron asked as he came down from the boys dormitories.

"No one." You sighed. "Whatever, let's go."

The three of you headed down to the match, managing to get decent seats before it started.

You won of course.

Everyone was yelling and screaming for Gryffindor, and the Weasley twins yelled, "Party in the common room!" Before running back towards the school.

You groaned again, staring at Hermione pleadingly. She shook her head, saying, "I need you to go this party, (Y/N), so I can prove that you're good enough for him, alright?"

Hermione ended up dragging you bag to the common room.

Everyone was either drunk, asleep upstairs, or dancing and talking really loudly. Hermione glanced at you one last time before disappearing, because she knew about your track record of getting drunk at parties.

Later that night, you were drunk, as expected, stumbling around the common room to find Hermione, but ended up falling into Harry instead.

"Harry!" You laughed, smiling at him. "Fancy seeing you here."

He raised an eyebrow at you, asking, "(Y/N), are you drunk?"

You laughed again, stumbling backwards as he caught your wrist again. "You know it Potter!" You managed before falling slightly.

Harry sighed, realizing he had no choice but to take you out of the common room. So he picked you up bridal style and carried you out the portrait hole.

"Harry..." You whined, annoyed at him, crossing your arms stubbornly like a child. "I was going to find Hermione..." You mispronounced her name and realized you felt slightly woozy.