harry potter oneshots

Harry- Hurt

hi! how are you guys 🥺 i hope your day is/has been going well :> this is the second part to my chapter "Treacle Tarts", so if you haven't read that one please go read it in order to understand whatever happens in this chapter! <3

NOTE — warning! brief mention of self harm, and slight swearing here and there

SONG — I Don't Wanna Be Okay Without You; Charlie Burg

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IT WAS HARD staying away from him, but I knew he needed space. Ron had confessed for me, something I was planning to never do. I knew the chance of Harry liking me back was as small as an atom.

"Hey." I scoffed, not raising my head. Ron sat next to me, his gaze burning a hole into my head.

"Look I know you're angry—"

"Angry? I'm bloody livid, Weasley!" I growled, glaring at him. He grimaced, turning away from me.

"I know what I did was out of line, but please don't shut me out." He pleaded, reaching for my hand. Quickly moving my hand way from his, causing his face to fall.

"You're the reason why my best friend isn't even looking at me!" I huffed, standing from the bench I had been sitting on.

"You're mad at me, and that's completely alright. But don't shut everyone out. Shut me out for all I care! Just... Take care of yourself, Y/n." He whispered, eyeing my stomach. I wrapped my arms around my body, a chilling breeze sending shivers down my spine. I had stopped coming to dinners, refusing to watch the boy I liked flirt with a certain red-head.

"And uh... This is from Harry." He gulped, taking my wrist gently and placing a sweet dessert on my palm, before walking away.

It's not much, but please eat. You're getting too skinny.
-H

A small smile tugged at my lips, recognizing the delicious sweet.

Treacle tart.

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Tombe pas de bourrèe glissade jeté.

I huffed, struggling with the routine. It had been a new routine I had put together, finding it relaxing. My body flowed along with the music, allowing myself to let go. My eyes closed at the euphoric feeling. I would never get tired of dance.

I yelped as my foot had unexpectedly come in contact with something soft, knocking over things, causing them to land with a small thud. My eyes fluttered open, only to frown at the sight before me. A cozy couch sat in front of me, my dance items resting on top. I turned around, startled by the sudden sound of the door opening.

Giggles flooded into the room, one being all too familiar to me. I flushed bright pink as they both stopped, not believing their eyes.

"Shortie?" The nickname slipped from his mouth, his hair all messed up. I blinked, the euphoric feeling long gone.

"I, uh— I'm sorry." I murmured, picking up my dance bag, scurrying past them. My heart ached as tears started rolling down my cheeks.

I let my legs carry me towards somewhere, anywhere. It just had to be away from them. A sob escaped my lips as I found myself standing at one of the crooks of the many hallways in Hogwarts. Harry and I would stay here whenever it was late, and we couldn't sleep. We'd stay up for hours, talking about almost anything and everything.

I slid down into a seated positions, hushed sobs escaping my lips. I didn't think seeing them could hurt this much, but here I was, crying my eyes out.