Multifandom Oneshots (II)

Harry Potter x Reader

It's the day before you're to go back to Hogwarts, and you're dreading the morning. But Hell would be better than staying another day with the Dursleys, so you can't really complain.
You hear Mr. Dursley snoring, and get up to slip into Harry's room. He's sitting on the floor by his bed, reading something on an old piece of parchment. He starts to shove it under the bed when the door opens, but when he sees it's you, he puts it back on his lap and smiles at you.
You sit beside him and look to see what he's reading. The Marauder's Map, as usual. You should have known.
"Hey. You okay?" Harry's whisper is barely audible as he slips an arm around you.
You nod.
The two of you sit in a comfortable silence.
"Hey, Y/N? Can we have a serious conversation for a minute?" He asks after a while.
You close your eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Weeks later, you're sitting beside Hermione at breakfast.
"Are you going to the Quidditch match?" She asks, then immediately answers herself. "You always do, of course you are."
You nod.
"Will you save me a seat? I'll be late."
You nod again.
"Thanks."
You give her a smile in response.
"What, Y/L/N? Still not gonna talk?" Malfoy says in his mocking voice.
"Oh, shut it, Malfoy. Nobody asked for your opinion." Hermione glares.
"Oh, shut it, Granger. Nobody asked for yours either." He counters.
"Sod off, Malfoy." Harry snaps as he comes over with Ron.
"I don't take orders from you, Potter."
"Do you want to—"
You put a hand on Harry's arm and look up at him. He pauses and looks down at you. After your silent conversation, Harry sits down without another glance at Malfoy.
Most people love Harry because he's the Chosen one. If they saw him how you saw him, they wouldn't stand a chance.
"You shouldn't let him talk to you like that." Harry says.
You don't honor it with an answer.
"Do I get a kiss for luck?" Harry asks with a little laugh as he's standing to leave.
You kiss his cheek. "Good luck."
"We need to talk. Tonight. Okay?" Harry asks, giving you a hug.
You nod, but of course that won't stop you from trying to find a way around it.
You go to the quidditch pitch and take a seat by Luna.
After the game, Harry corners you in the common room. "Can we talk now?"
"I... have to pee." You say quickly.
"You always have to pee when I want to talk. What are you scared of?"
You shrug.
"You don't have to talk. You can just listen."
You look at him.
"Fine, it can wait." He agrees. "Come up to my room in a bit?"
You nod.
"It's nothing bad." He assures you.
You look at him.
"I promise."
You nod.
With the promise of nothing being bad, you go up to his room.
"You came. I didn't think you would." Harry smiles.
You shrug and sit on his bed.
"I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." He says, which automatically makes you uncomfortable. "It's really not a big deal. I just want to be honest."
You nod. You don't want to be honest.
"I like you." He says.
You raise your eyebrows. "What?"
"Like, a lot."
Your cheeks flush and you struggle to suppress a smile.
"Sorry if it—"
You shake your head. "I like you too."
"So if I—Oh. You do?"
You nod.
He grins. "Oh. So do you maybe wanna go out sometime?"
You nod again.
"Wicked." He smiles.
You lay down on his bed.
"Are you staying here?"
You nod.
He lays down beside you, and you both stare at the ceiling. Eventually, he puts his arm around you. He holds you tightly, his grasp protective, as usual. You turn to look at him, but when you see him looking at you, you dart your eyes away.
"Hey."
You turn to look at him again.
"Can I—"
You nod.
"You don't even know what I was gonna say." He laughs quietly.
You shrug and smile.
"Can I kiss you?"
You nod again.
So he kisses you.
Someone opens the door, and you start to pull away, but Harry pulls you back.
"Hey." Ron says, then adds: "Oh, blimey. I'm interrupting. Sorry."
"It's fine." You pull back from Harry.
"You are interrupting." Harry assures him. "Do you mind?"
You elbow Harry.
He furrows his eyebrows and pulls you to him. "Mine."
"I'll come back." Ron backtracks and closes the door behind him.
"Where were we?" Harry asks.
You press your lips to his then pull back. "'Night."
"What?"
You lay back down, curling up against him.
"Okay. Goodnight."

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