harry potter oneshots

Dean- Moved On

hi! i hope you all are staying safe and are taking care of yourselves :)) my school started a little while ago, so updates are going to be a little hard. i know i don't already have a consistent schedule but i will try and update more often :(((

TRIGGER WARNINGS— mentions of self harm; my dms are always open for any of you, if you need someone i'll happily be that person. please take care of yourselves, lovelies!

NOTE— this is a third part to 'Treacle Tarts'! it's a little further back, but i still get requests for a third part so here it is!; i'm sorry to those who wanted a third part to my 'Room 402', i'll be sure to work on that one :))

TRIGGER WARNINGS— mentions of self-harm; my dms are always open if you feel the need to vent or self-harm! take care of yourselves lovelies, i'm always happy to help/listen. <3

SONG— Before You Go; Lewis Capaldi

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THIRD PERSON POV:

THE RAVEN HAIRED BOY stared helplessly at the pair in front of him. His emerald eyes fixed on the small girl, her eyes filled with tears as she lowered the blade into the boy's outstretched hand. The shock had resonated in him, his mind swirling with inevitable questions.

Had he been the one to cause that pain? Had she been suffering alone?

He should've been there for her, not that boy.

Unexplained anger filled him, completely forgetting about the presence of his injured girlfriend behind him. He didn't know how to react, his anger; towards the boy and himself, slowly consuming him bit by bit. "Harry?"

The voice startles him as he turns towards the red haired girl, his eyes softening ever so slightly as they land on her injuries. Her eyes trail over to where his gaze had previously been, unconsciously wincing as she noticed what was going on. "She's kind of..." She trails quietly, urging his gaze back towards his ex best friend. His eyebrows furrow, his worry increasing as he takes all the blame for her pain.

"These passed few months were hard on her. Especially with the Carrows." Ginny mumbles as she lays on her back, her brother approaching her in attempt to keep her company, but his gaze lands on the worrying boy instead. "What's wrong mate?" He questions tentatively, smiling towards his sister slightly.

"Y/n isn't okay." He mumbles so quietly, the siblings struggle to catch his words.

"And it's all my fault."

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YOUR POV:

"C'MON, PLEASE? YOU'RE THREE weeks clean, Y/n." Dean pleads as we settle in a small corner. My eyes stick to the shining blade in his hand, my wrist itching to be cut. Though, I'm distracted by the sniffles being let out by the boy in front of me. My gaze widens as I register the tears dripping down his cheek.

"Wait... Don't cry, Dean." I yelp, cupping his cheek and using the pad of my thumb to wipe the tears off his face. His eyes soften as they bear into mine, the intensity and pain in his eyes cause a shiver to run down my spine. "I know how bad you're suffering, and all I want to do is take that away." He whispers, his eyes clenching shut in attempt to stop the tears from flowing. My heart swells at his care. "I know you do, Dean..."

"Let me do that for you, please. I know how bad you want to give in, but please, fight that urge." He pleads, dropping my blade. His hands wrap around mine, his red eyes pleading with mine. I purse my lips, feeling my eyes water. It's been so long since someone had genuinely cared for me, way too long.

"Hey... Don't cry." He mumbles, frowning. He lets go of my hand to wipe my tears away, much like I had for him moments before, though his hand doesn't stray away from my cheek as the tension around us lessens. His eyes wander my face, dropping down to my lips momentarily. My breath hitches as he continues to stare at me, the space between us inching closer to nothing.

"Can I kiss you, Y/n?" He questions softly, his breath warm on my lips. My heart thrums against my chest as I nod ever so slightly. He slowly presses his lips against mine, butterflies erupting in my stomach. The kiss we share is slow and sweet, his hands wrap themselves around my waist; effectively pulling me closer to him.

Our sweet moment is cut short, though, as he's suddenly pulled off of me. "Stupefy!" A gasp escapes my lips as Dean's body is flung towards the wall. "Dean!"

I rush over to him as I examine his body. His back took most of the impact, seeing him unconscious made me sick to my stomach. "Harry James Potter!" I seethe as I stand over Dean's body protectively, my heated gaze lands on the raven haired boy, shock swirling in his eyes.

"I-I.." He stutters pathetically, growing embarrassed as the gaze of the whole room is on us.

"What the hell was that for?" I angrily scream at him. I hadn't understood why he had reacted so violently. "He was kissing you--" He starts, though I cut him off quickly. "So?!"

He grows quiet, seeming to not know why he stunned Dean in the first place. "If you feel "protective" of me as a best friend, quit it! You lost that title months ago."

A low grunt distracts me as I hurriedly bend over to help Dean sit up. His eyes have confusion swirling in them as he meets my worried gaze. "What happened?" I roll my eyes, not bothering to answer him. I bring out my wand and start murmuring healing spells, my anger causes my hand to shake.

"Maybe I don't want to see you with another boy."

I halt my movements, momentarily forgetting about needing to heal Dean. My anger peaks once more as I turn to the raven haired boy with narrowed eyes. "You... Don't want to see me with another boy?"

"You're jealous?! You have no right to be Harry Potter, and you know that." I seethe, the grip on my wand tightening. "You can't just go around ignoring me for a while and suddenly care about who I'm with."

"I can't believe I wasted my tears on you." I glare at him as I turn back to Dean, my eyes softening as I help him up. My glare sets on the nosy students who have been watching our exchange as Dean and I walk over to the medical corner.

"By the way Potter," Dean's voice surprises me as he fixes his gaze on the boy behind us.

"You have no right to care about her after all the pain you've put her through." He growls as I continue walking, a soft smile resting on my lips. "Thank you, Dean."

"Of course, Y/n. He doesn't deserve you." He smiles sweetly, causing my heart to warm. I chuckle lightly; nodding. "He doesn't, you do, though." I grin, winking cheekily at him. He laughs wholeheartedly as he shakes his head.

"No one deserves you, Y/n. But you can be damn sure I'll try my hardest to be deserving of you." His open love for me causes my heart to swell as I peck his lips. "You're the sweetest." I mumble, carefully helping him onto the floor.

"Only for you." He grins, leaning up to peck my lips.

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hi... so this was a heavy chapter for me in some parts but lololol this was long awaited and i didn't even realize that both chapters (Treacle Tarts and Hurt) have over 1k reads... OOPS but here's the third and probably final part to the small series!

i also kind of despise this and i'm sorry it's all over the place T^T

so uh to clear things up, in the time the golden trio were away finding horcruxes and whatnot, dean and y/n got together! he was there for her when she was hurting and stopped her from self-harm which i think is really nice. anywayyy thank you all for the continuous overwhelming amount of love you leave here:( yall are so precious

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