Guys I Think I Will Only Be Able To Post Tomorrow Because I Didn’t Had Time To Finish

wtf,just found out timothee cheated on me

Impressive

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Pairing: Harry Potter x GN!reader

Content: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Harry "The Chosen One" Potter tries to impress a person of interest.

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“Hi.”

“Hi?”

The boy standing above me held both the arrogant air of a rich kid and the awkwardness of an only child who didn’t get a lot of social interaction at a young age. It was a jarring mixture, leaving me a bit less guarded than before. The April edition of Seeker Weekly dropped closer to the table. I was beginning to wonder whether or not the conversation was going to continue or if he was just going to stare down at me.

“Do- do you need something?”

The boy cleared his throat, ruffling dark curly hair with a hand before refocusing on my face. “I’m Harry. Harry Potter.”

I wasn’t exactly sure why he felt the need to give his full name, as if seeing him wasn’t enough recognition. Apparently my long pause before reciprocating made him escalate the introduction. I didn’t even have a chance to offer my own name before he was speaking again.

“The, uh, chosen one?”

“Is that supposed to impress me?” The abrupt snicker and cutting sarcasm that slipped past my lips came off colder than intended. I watched as an array of emotions mingled behind his glasses before settling on a frustrated embarrassment.

“Well, yes actually,” He sassed to himself.

A clear laugh escaped my lips. I felt guilty, seeing the boy’s cheeks flare a bit brighter. “Maybe I think there are more important things than having a hard life forced upon you.” I shrugged, noticing the thought weave through the boy’s mind. His head tilted to the side, making him look a bit like a puppy. The comparison brought a smile to my face. “Or maybe I just think it’s a really lame pick-up tactic.”

To this he blushed once again, but laughter followed it. I nudged the empty chair across from me with my foot. With ease he dropped into it, rubbing his scar with a pinched expression. “Is it really that bad?”

“Awful. I hate to break it to you, but the whole using your full name to seem suave or important only works for James Bond,” I giggled, leaning forward onto my elbows.

“James Bond? Why is that name familiar? Is he in our year?” Harry asked.

My laugh joined the jovial echoes of The Three Broomsticks, barely drawing a glance as the other tables got louder in response. To my surprise, a waitress came by with full mugs, frothy foam nearly spilling over the sides. Harry seemed to realize the laughs weren’t at his expense, but due in part to his boyish charm and genuine confusion. A soft smile rested on his face. It pushed a sigh out of my lungs. Completely shocked by my own response, I took a sip from my fresh drink, thankful for something to hide behind.

“You can’t just leave me hanging,” Harry chuckled. Then he added, with a snarky tease, “Don’t tell me that’s what they call you?”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I am not in fact a muggle international super spy,” I shook my head slowly.

“My aunt! Of course. She loves those movies. She likes how posh the spy is,” Realization dawned on the boy’s face. Smiles lingered on our faces, the conversation drifting into silence in the busy pub. Thoughts swirled through my mind, mimicking the patterns my fingers lazily drew through the condensation on the glass. Above all, I continued to wonder what famous Harry Potter was doing sitting across from me. There wasn’t a test coming up, so notes weren’t his goal. From what I understood, he had all the friends and academic help he could want. No clear reason came to mind. And it was famous Harry Potter. There had to be some reason he’d waste time talking to me.

“Heh, I, um… I don’t suppose muggle action movies are why you came over here…” I began, feeling completely unsure of myself, “So, what can I help you with?”

I was acutely aware of the twitch in his expression. I wasn’t sure what I’d just shattered, but a clear crack went through the boy’s resolve. His green eyes suddenly full of disappointment. The awkward nature of the exchange seeped into the air and I jumped forward with the conversation, unwilling to let him feel any sort of negative emotion on my behalf.

“I just mean that, it’s unlikely for you of all people to waste your time talking to me. And I doubt you wanted to chat about muggle films. So unless you came over here just to impress me, which-”

“And what if I did?”

My head popped up. I’d experienced the sass of Harry Potter multiple times, covering my laughs in order to avoid detention from Snape or Umbridge. However, this was something else. Akin to sass but much smoother than his usual biting tone. An immediate blush took over my face as he smiled at me over his cup. A new smile I’d never seen; cheeky and charming. I wasn’t sure what to do with him or myself. It was as if I’d short circuited. But as soon as he began snickering, furthering my embarrassment, I seemed to come back to myself.

“Did a pretty shit job then,” I smirked, taking another drawl of the butterbeer. He laughed, nearly spewing butterbeer out of his nose. Soon the two of us were nearly collapsed on the table, consumed in our laughter and unable to look at one another without cackling again. It took many deep breaths and quick glances to steady ourselves. My fingers flicked mindlessly between the pages of Seeker Weekly laying forgotten on the table.

“So besides my shit job at impressing you, how is this going?” Harry nervously finished off his drink.

“Depends. If your goal was only to impress me, I’d say it’s a Dreadful, boarding on Troll.” The corners of my mouth never downturned as I spoke, “But, say your goal was to talk to me and make a path towards actually impressing me… well, you’re in Exceeds Expectations range. Could be an O.”

Harry took a moment to think, hand running through messy curls. His eyes flicked around the room and down to the table before looking back up at me. A mischievous glint stole the thoughts from my mind. I was nearly struck dumb as a wide grin spread across his face.

“Have you ever ridden a Firebolt?”

“You’ve done it Potter. Outstanding.”

“So I take it, you'd like to go for a ride?”

“Well I can’t let ‘chosen one’ Harry Potter fail at his mission to impress me.”

Hi can I request a Harry Potter x Gryffindor reader where they’re actually the best of friends and she has liked him for years but she lost hope because it’s like he never sees her y’know? so when Harry starts to pursue Cho ( or someone else it’s up to you) , she decided that it’s time for her to move on but when Harry saw her getting close to someone else he just got really jealous and confess that he actually like her too, he just doesn’t want to ruin their friendship if it doesn’t work out? thanks!

Idiot potter

"Hey look at this!" You looked up from your charms notebook at the boy sitting in front of you, he waved his wand in slow motion at a piece of crumbled parchment.

The parchment’s color started changing from light to darker blue then purple and ended up in a rainbow kind of mix.

"Bloody hell where did you learn that?!" You inspected the results, the colors were beautiful you had to admit.

Harry grinned proudly "I read it in one of the books Hermion was skimming"

"Wow, you actually learned something from those study meetups" you teased. Harry rolled his eyes before snatching the parchment back from you.

You pouted then dragged your attention back to your textbook "Anyways, did you find the answer to question three?" You waited for him to respond but nothing came so you looked up, and surprise surprise he’s not paying attention to you.

Your eyes followed his and it landed on Cho.

Of course.

You shouldn’t be surprised, he’s been eyeing since the school year started. She was pretty and played his favorite game, unlike you or at least that’s what you thought.

With a sigh you gathered your belongings and got up, you weren’t going to let ruin your mood yet again.

Harry was never going to see you more than a friend so being jealous would be stupid, and it’s just hurting your own feelings over something you can’t do much about.

"Hey where are you going?" He asked after seeing you get up.

"It’s getting stuffy I’ll go study in the common room. Ya see at later I guess" you walked out the study hall, once again trying to not be so disappointed and focus on what’s important for the mean time.

Harry sighed twirling his wand between his fingers before Neville sat down in your place, dropping a couple of books on herbology.

"You’re alone today"

"Y/N just left"

"Oh! She Must have yes to dean’s study date" Harry frowned dropping his wand on the table. The clumsy boy blinked at the confused look on his face before saying "oh, you didn’t know? Dean asked her out this morning on a study date. He couldn’t stop talking about it all morning"

Harry swallowed. You liked dean? Of course you liked him, why wouldn’t you.

"I think I’ll go to the great hall early today"

Harry’s sharp eyes stared at you and dean chatting away as everyone was going back to the conman room to rest then sleep.

It was around twelve when Harry couldn’t help not falling asleep and went down to the conman room, he was surprised to find you there by the fireplace.

"Hi…" you jumped slightly at the sudden company and gave him a small smile. He sat down beside you and stay in the comforting silence of the room.

"So…you and dean ha?" Your shoulders seemed to slump down at that and you just shrugged.

"I guess I’m finally giving him a chance, he isn’t a bad guy" Harry wanted to protest and tell you that you were wrong but he knew you weren’t, and it made things worse. His chest burned with jealousy, he was really losing you for good now.

"He’s lucky" he started, his cheeks burning easily with embarrassment "any guy would be lucky to have you, maybe if I was a little bit faster I would’ve been in his place" Harry closed his eyes immediately, waiting for you to lash at him or something but nothing came.

"You…like me? As in, more than a friend?" Your voice sounded hopeful, when he opened his eyes he saw you staring directly at him with teary eyes and a shivering lip "for how long?"

Harry inhaled deeply "since our first year, since we became friends and I just…didn’t want to ruin our friendship and you deserve so much be-" you kissed him.

You cut him off and kissed him, your hands cupped his face and kissed him with all the passion in your heart. Harry froze but quickly kissed you back, almost trembling as he warping his arms around your waist.

"For Merlin sakes you idiot I waited for you to notice me for years!" You broke the kiss, flustered and half pissed at him. Harry chuckled pressing his forehead against yours, his cheeks were flaming red but his chest felt full and light at the same time.

"I’m sorry"

"You better be. Idiot potter" then you hugged each other tightly for a while longer, as if one of you let go the other would disappear. 

Omg yes yes yes yes YES!

Harry as a husband this is so good,I’m definitely doing a one shot on this style but maybe without the marrying part

Perfect | Harry Potter

 Summary: You and Harry are celebrating your 5 year anniversary and memories go through your heads.

Warnings:  Mention of death, pure fluff

A/N: This is based on Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. So listen to that for a better experience. Italic text means memories, bold and italics text means song lyrics and normal text means present. Also it’s my first time writing a one-shot so please lmk if you find any mistakes. And English isn’t my first language so their maybe grammar errors.

I found a love for me

Darling just dive right in and follow my lead.

Keep reading

Again so I can remember

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 | 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆

I’m participating in Kinktober this year! The list I’ll be following is by @the-purity-pen and it can be found here!

For the month of October I will be posting drabbles each day to fill one (sometimes two) of the three prompt options given!

Week One | Oct 1st. - Oct 9th.

Day 01 | Remus Lupin (Face-Sitting)

Day 02 | Fred & George Weasley (Threesome)

Day 03 | Regulus Black (Hair-Pulling, Ass Worship)

Day 04 | Tom Riddle (Spanking)

Day 05 | Ginny Weasley Uniforms

Day 06 | Regulus Black (Deep Throating)

Day 07 | Tom Riddle (Roleplay, Stripping/Strip Tease)

Day 08 | Cedric Diggory (Cunnilingus)

Day 09 | Sirius Black (Hate/Angry Sex)

Okay this is so cute

hey love <3 can i please have a fluff of harry when the reader is his girlfriend ( she/her ) and they have a stupid fight over something harry did and he finally apologize to her and they end making out in the common room !!

silly disputes — harry potter

❀ a/n: thank you for requesting! i fucking love harry sm so obviously i’m gonna do it yk 🙄 i changed it to y/n’s dorm if that’s okay :)

❀ pairing: harry x fem!reader

❀ synopsis: harry and his girlfriend have a stupid argument and fix it with a make-up make-out.

❀ wc: 918 words

❀ warnings: (not proofread), angst, arguments, mean-ish!harry (only for a bit), swearing, crying, making out, i love yous 😊

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harry and y/n were lying on the sofa together. she was lying in between harry legs, her back against his chest. they were simply staring at the fire and enjoying each other’s company. all was well. that is, until harry spoke.

“y/n, can you get up? i have to go.” his girlfriend turned to look at him.

“go? go where?” harry got up after y/n moved away. he grabbed his things from the floor.

“i’m tutoring someone.”

“really? who are you tutoring?” y/n followed harry towards the entrance of the common room. harry stopped and turned around to look at her.

“romilda vane.” he said plainly. he turned around again, prepared to leave but was caught by the grip on his wrist.

“romilda vane? seriously?” y/n looked upset as harry turned around to face her again.

“yeah. is there a problem?” harry asked.

“yeah, there’s a problem. you’re gonna be left alone in a room with her.”

“oh, i see. you’re jealous.”

“what? i’m not jealous!”

“okay, then let me go tutor her.” harry crossed his arms over his chest.

“no! do you even know her reputation with guys at this school? she’ll do anything to pull them!”

“okay, now you’re just being paranoid.” harry muttered. y/n scowled angrily, feeling the tears behind her eyes.

“i’m being paranoid? harry, she’s tried to drug you with a love potion before, remember?! but ron got it instead. what do you think would’ve happened if ron hadn’t eaten those chocolates?”

“i don’t know y/n, but romilda’s a nice girl. i’m sure she didn’t mean to hurt anyone. don’t you trust me?” y/n placed a hand on her forehead and groaned quietly.

“are you fucking kidding me?! of course i trust you! it’s her i don’t trust!”

“i don’t believe you.” harry stared her in the eyes, glaring.

“so you believe her over me?” the tears were getting harder to hold back.

“yeah, i do. you know i never knew you were the jealous type. that’s so unattractive.” fuck it. the tears were falling down the girl’s cheeks, non-stop.

“you know what?! go fucking tutor her, okay! i don’t want to fight with you anymore.” y/n almost choked out a sob. harry left without a word, leaving his girlfriend in the middle of the room, crying her eyes out.

maybe she was just being jealous. but she was just worried about harry. she knew how intense romilda could be about getting what she wants. and she’d never actually do anything unless harry was alone.

the fact is harry and y/n needed each other the most. but harry didn’t see the problem in tutoring a girl in his class. he was upset that his girlfriend thought that he would do something to hurt her. and in the heat of the moment, he said some things he regretted. but he was too prideful to apologize.

of course the tutoring session went how y/n thought it would. romilda not so subtly flirting with harry, touching his arm, laughing at stupid jokes, etc.

at one point she even grabbed his face and tried to kiss him. but harry stopped her before she could. that’s when he realized, y/n was right. she was right not to trust romilda, and he needed to make up with her, now.

he took his things and left, not a word to romilda. he ran into the common room desperately, finding it empty. he ran up the stairs to her dorm and knocked softly on the door.

“who is it?” he heard a horse voice from inside the room. she was probably crying, he thought. now he felt worse about the fight.

“umm, it’s harry.” harry heard shuffling inside the room and lit up expecting her to open the door. nope.

“go away.”

“please, y/n. i’m sorry, you were right about romilda. you weren’t being paranoid you were just looking out for me. i’m sorry, i should have listened to you. you don’t have to let me in but i just wanted to apologize.” at that, y/n opened the door. she stood with tear-stained cheeks.

“come in.” she stepped aside and let her boyfriend in. they sat on the bed in silence. “so what happened?”

“she tried to kiss me. i stopped it.” y/n nodded and muttered,

“i told you.”

“i know. and i’m sorry i said such horrible things to you. i just- i thought you didn’t trust me. i didn’t understand. I regretted it as soon as i said it.”

“what you did was wrong,” y/n started.

“i know.”

“but if you give me your word to never to do it again and keep it, i’ll forgive you.” harry nodded and took hold of y/n’s hands.

“i promise. i won’t hurt you again, okay. at least not intentionally.” there he is. y/n thought. she hugged harry, chuckling.

“let’s never fight like this again, okay? i love you.” harry smiled against y/n’s shoulder and grabbed her face to kiss her. she kissed back lovingly, having missed the feeling of his lips on hers.

digging her hands in the boy’s hair, y/n deepened the kiss, sending sparks down harry’s spine. wanting more, he moved his mouth down toward her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her collar bone.

y/n groaned softly and pulled harry back up to her lips to kiss him. she slipped her tongue into his mouth and brought him closer, if possible. after a while of making out, they pulled away breathlessly, smiling at each other. harry spoke,

“i love you, too.”

New video about the one-shots that will be out soon,comment there so I can know what you guys think :)

hi so you know this post? i was looking at all the things you were originally gonna do with it and i saw the hogsmeade with harry so i was just wondering if you could write that also with gof harry :) it’s really such a pain in the ass trying to find fics of him cuz he’s so criminally underrated </3

Going to Hogsmeade with Harry

a/n - I kinda forgot the gof part sorry bestie I really wrote this over a WHILE and didn't look at your request for a hot sec there's literally no mention of it being gof Harry😭✋

Warnings: drinks??? (butterbeer not alcohol) not sure what else???

sorry but the bestie takes forever to even ASK

doesn't matter if you are together, he's speaking to Ron at literal midnight

"Yeah, I know they'd probably say yes but would they really? 'Cause I did that really annoying thing last week and I don't know if they're holding a grudge!"

and at some point he even managed to get Ron doubtful of if you'd want to go

and they both have a mini crisis because Ron's just a little too invested in your love life after Harry has spoken about it for weeks

"Mate, to be honest, you're making me doubt them - which is odd because I've never really done that before, they obviously like you." "But do they lOVE ME enough to go with me?!?"

why's he acting like this is a proposal???

Ron has no clue but just goes along with it slightly

after a minute to pause, Ron gets the fantastic idea of going to see Hermione for help

kind of 'forgets' to tell Harry because Harry may have asked he didn't tell anyone

but Ron had kept the secret for WEEKS okay, cut him some slack

"So, if, uh, theoretically, someone with dark-ish hair and a holy scar on his forehead wanted to ask someone that he really likes to go to Hogsmeade, how would he... go about that?"

she shakes her head because girl WHAT are these boys doing

also, Ron is totally indiscreet and basically just told her over breakfast before Harry was there

and bess frenn was not quite using an indoor voice

he used a very shouty stage whisper

and now Ginny knows

and Ginny may or may not have told Neville in transfiguration

and Neville may or may not have told Cho in the greenhouse

and Cho may, okay, she definitely told Luna

who was kind of forgetful in the fact that you weren't meant to know

so, she mentions it whilst on a walk with you

"Harry wanted to take you to Hogsmeade, although now I'm not so sure. I heard about it on Monday so maybe it was a sudden impulse since he hasn't asked. What do you think?" "Well... I think I'll wait it out until he says something for now. Thanks, Luna."

okay so now she's done half his job for him

should be easy from then on, right?

wrong

and you really give him every opportunity

I mean EVERY

bestie is fumbling and you're stood there like ummm is he going to ask me out???

then one day you basically give up the pretence that you have no clue what's going on and straight up talk about it like you are already going together

"So, I'm thinking that when we go on Saturday, we should obviously go to Madam Puddifoot's because apparently she knows everyone's tea strength and milk to sugar ratio and whatever so that's really cool, and then-" "Huh? Did I ask last night because I don't really remember and I was really tired so I mean... I'm sure I would have woken right up if you had said yes though, so I'm not sure how I can't remember asking!" "Harry, you didn't. Until now, kind of, I guess. So, yes, Harry, I'll go with you to Hogsmeade and now we need to sort out where we're going. Talk later, yeah?"

woah

he's astounded

Ron hears about it in Potions through a note/several ones that have literally quoted what you said word for word

Hermione hears in Transfiguration from Harry and Ron, with the latter instantly telling her as soon as he walks up to her

now Ron and Hermione are basically Harry's therapists till Saturday

Neville is sat next to them whilst Harry's going off on a rant and has wide eyes whilst Ron and Hermione are like 'yup, this is nothing new, getting a bit bland'.

so, when Saturday comes and you wait in the Great Hall, Hermione literally runs up to you

"Take him away from us, like, now. I can't listen to any more from him and he keeps asking if his scarf is askew? Since when does he care?"

so you're off

he apologises for making you go through the tunnel to Hogsmeade and you tell him multiple times it's no problem

besides, it gives you privacy to hold hands and have him swing them whilst they're clasped together

bestie he hit your hand on the wall by accident and five minutes were spent with him asking if you were okay and examining your hand

when you finally get out of the tunnels and whatever you naturally gravitate to Madam Puddifoot's because Harry wants you to be happy with where you're going and you already mentioned it so it's the first stop

aww adorable

anyways

you and Harry swap drinks at a point even though they're meant to be tailored to you specifically not the person you're on a date with

but you swap to see what the other person likes even if you both end up pursing your lips at how sweet or not sweet the other person's is

you swap back and laugh together as you talk about practically anything

if you're a bookish person then you definitely stop by a book shop and Harry frowns as he sees an old book by Gilderoy Lockhart until you steer him away

he reads the blurb of every book you pick up because he wants to know what you like and you try to recommend books to each other

if you end up with a kinda big stack of books propped up by one arm while you look for others, he'll take half the pile no matter how many he already has

then oopsie daisy he accidentally pays for a few of them

"Harry, I could have paid myself! When do you want the money back by?" "You don't need to pay me back, Merlin knows I have enough money anyway, and you don't owe me anything, promise. If you're that worried you can pay me back whenever you want, I don't mind."

okay that earns him a hug with the bags of books looped around your arms

if you jostle a bag and he sees it has left a stripe on your arm from the handles or anything, he's taking the bag

asking first, of course

you go to the Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer together or another drink and then try not to laugh at the froth that appears above each other's lips

"I see only one solution." "What's that?" "Obviously gotta get it off somehow." Then, he runs his thumb over your lip before saying, "Nope, don't think I got it off. Only one thing for it." Next, he's kissing you, something you eagerly return.

then a teacher walks in and since basically everyone knows Harry, basically everyone knows he's not supposed to be in Hogsmeade

you duck immediately

Harry's quizzical before he spots the teacher and drops to be under the table

he bumps his hand on the way

you facepalm before kissing his knuckles, claiming the classic 'a kiss will make it better'

he blushed before a look of disappointment crosses his face

"What is it?" you hiss from below the table, "Does it hurt more now that I did that, sorry." "No, no, it's great, never felt better! Just realised I could have done that in the tunnels. Missed opportunity." "It's never too late," you grin and raise an eyebrow, "I actually think it still stings, maybe you should return the favour, make it better." "I think I should, too." And he does, as you giggle together under the table in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday, muffling laughs in each other's shoulders and hoping the teacher doesn't hear you.

it becomes a thing you do whenever you have free time on Saturdays and Harry isn't defeating someone or anything

after a while, Harry becomes less nervous for each date

but don't worry, they're all just as special as the first

that scene where there's snow in Hogsmeade?

yeah, you go together in winter too

you have snowball fights against Ron and Hermione

it's half so that they'll maybe actually get together finally and half because you and Harry really want to be on a team with each other

you make little bases which are just mini hills of snow you hide behind while you make snowballs to chuck

if you forget gloves, don't even worry, he's got a spare pair

there are some moments where Ron rolls his eyes at the displays of affection you two have

for example, once Harry didn't have spare gloves so he just made snowballs and guided you to put your hands on top of his and make them with him

cuties alert 🚨🚨🚨

another time is when you are scrambling across the snow to try to invade your opposition's base to pelt them with snowballs, you fall to the ground and Harry, who had been distracting them, rushes out to check on you

woah, sacrificing himself to the snowballs for you, that's true love

he leans over you as you flat on your back before you laugh and put your hands on his cheeks

he ignores the chill from your gloves sourced by making snowballs and grins down at you

just as he's about to kiss you, Ron hits the two of you with a snowball in the literal tiny gap between your lips

Hermione thwacks him (gently) and then the moment is sort of, but not really, over

so she joins Ron in chucking snowballs at you until they run out and literally just start gathering fistfuls of snow

Harry pushes over so that you're both on your sides facing each other but his back is to Romoine (I can't keep writing both their names again I'm sorry-) as he gets attacked with snowballs and is basically your shield

and he just chuckles every time he's hit before acting like he's wounded, asking you to kiss it better-

then, he signals for you to run as he grabs the invisibility cloak from his pocket and hands it to you

you know what he means and get up carefully, darting behind a little snow mound whilst Romoine are grabbing more snow armfuls

you sneak around in the cloak to your previous base and carry as many snowballs as you can manage in your arms until you stand behind the two

they couldn't see you weren't there since all they can see is Harry shuffling around and as silly as it sounds, it's a major tactic

you pat a snowball into the base of Ron's neck as he jumps and looks at Hermione

then, when he looks away, Hermione gets one there too

Hermione looks at Ron before practically tackling him, a new pyramid of snowballs set up by you and they don't stop to think about how they got there

you run back to Harry as he smiles

"Every person for themselves?" "Godric, no. Let's just wait to see how long they fight, it's funny."

when they realise it was you, Harry states 'all is fair in love and war' smugly before you two end up running, you trying to unfurl the cloak from where it lies over your arm and toss it over the both of you

like it would help cover the footprints in the snow but whatever

you run back to Hogwarts and sit in front of the fire together later, Harry and you sharing a blanket

if McGonagall sees you huddled together and wonders why you would have gone into the snow if Harry didn't have parental permission to Hogsmeade even when she already knows the answer, she says nothing

don't be in love with someone else...

Druig x Reader

Summary: Your mortal boyfriend of 6 months is going to tell you he loves you at his office Christmas party. Druig has been in love with you for 7000 years. He isn't handling this well.

slight angst with a happy ending ♡

WC: 1.8k

A/N: thank you for requesting an Enchanted fic anon! I'm so so sorry it took so long ♡ tell me what you think ♡

Looking out the foggy window, Druig drew shapes in the thick mist that his breath created. He could see the snow falling on the parked cars from the fourth-floor apartment window. It was peaceful this time of year; he found peace in the chaotic holiday season.

The normally quiet street was quite vibrant tonight. People hurrying home in the snowy weather, careful not to let their heavy shopping bags touch the wet floor. He looked at his transparent reflection in the window, colorful Christmas lights you insisted on putting up around the apartment created small patches of light on his fair skin.

He saw you emerge from the hallway, the sequins of your dress shimmering brightly. "How do I look?" you asked nervously, standing in the middle of the living room.

Beautiful. That was always the other Eternals response, even if he hadn't looked at you yet. He slowly turns around to face you, a small yet caring smile tugging at his lips. You stood nervously, your hands clasped in front of your lap. Your long sleeve dress was covered in large circle sequins, at least the sleeves would keep you warm in the winter air, the short hemline could never.

"You look- festive," he chuckled playfully. You cock your head and form a curious smile.

"Well, I'd hope so. It is a Christmas party," you countered as you began to hunt for your purse. "Do you think John will like it?" You ask him from the kitchen, the hesitation in your voice going over his head.

John, Druig thought bitterly. On the inside, he was scowling at the mention of the Wall Street finance protege. You'd been seeing him for the past six months after meeting him at a bar. "I'll give him a couple of years and we can move on before he realizes I can't age," you told the brunet Eternal that night.

That sentence haunted him till this very day. For 7000 years, he pined after you. 7000 excuses not to tell you he loved you. This year's excuse was that you found someone to spend a few years of your life with. "He'd be stupid not to like it," Druig managed to tell you eventually, taking a seat on the emerald-colored couch.

You put on a coat that John had gotten you to wear from a high-end place in Manhatten. Druig scowled at the faux fur coat. He knew you hated that jacket; you only wore it to make the blonde man with perfect teeth happy. "What are you going to do tonight?" you asked.

Druig peered down at the wood coffee table, a DVD case resting on a stack of books. "Kingo sent over an advanced copy of his next film for us. I was going to watch it and tell you how it is," he told you, biting the inner corner of his cheek. He bit it so tightly he faintly tasted the iron of his blood.

You rushed back into your bedroom and began to laugh, "Which one of us is he playing this time?" you shout.

"Erm... I think Gil?" He answered unsure, taking in context clues by Kingo's costume on the cover.

You hurried back into the living room, eyes glued to your cell phone as your free hand dug around inside your small purse. "Druig..." you say, placing your phone in your pocket, "I think John's going to tell me he loves me tonight."

Druig's heart stops beating, that sinking feeling in his stomach made him ill, all other sounds become white noise. Your comment echoed in his ears, all he could do was stare at the faded red wine stain on the rug below him. Tell her. Y/N, I love you. Say something. You're going to lose her. "What are you going to tell him?" he manages, struggling to speak.

You shrug your shoulders, looking at him with a worried expression. Tell me you love me as much as I love you, you thought shifting back and forth on your heels.

When Druig finally looked at you, your expression shifted. That cheerful smile you always had was masking the doubt. "Whatever feels right in the moment," you respond, faking a smile. Vague, in the ballpark, but vague. You did love John, you felt some kind of spark with the man, but it wasn't the wildfire Druig lit inside your heart. You practiced saying I love you in the mirror so many times but whenever you said "John" it felt bitter on your tongue. You replaced his name with Druig's once, it felt right. It felt like you were supposed to say it all your life.

He hummed, letting silence fill the decorated apartment. A sudden chime from your phone alerted you that the car was outside, "Have fun. Call me if you need me... or anything," Druig tells you reluctantly, knowing what that ding meant. He stood up and smoothed out his black sweatpants.

You smile excitedly in front of him, tucking your phone back into the pocket of your coat. The way your eyes shine when you talked about John being outside, the way your lips turned up in that million-dollar smile, and how you barely said a word to him before you left told Druig everything. You were in love with John.

It was like everything was happening in slow motion. Druig stood by the couch completely frozen as she watched you reach for the doorknob. Don't be in love with him, he screamed in his head. Don't be in love with someone else. But his lips were wired shut, and when he finally managed to open his mouth nothing came out. No desperate pleas or declarations of love. It was just silence until the door shut behind her with a soft click.

Kingo's movie played like comforting white noise, muffed in the Eternal's ears as he paced the floor aimlessly. He had his hands in his pockets, his thumbs tapping his thighs anxiously. All he could think about was you and the three words you would tell him in a fleeting moment. He hated the flashes of made-up senarios in his head like of John having his hands on your lower back, smiling as he introduced you to his co-workers, and of his undeserving lips on your skin. Druig wanted you to have the time of your life... just not with John. And that haunted him.

Hours had passed and Druig still couldn't focus, the question if you loved the banker swirled in his mind. He tried laying down, cleaning, hell he even tried to watch the movie Kingo sent him. Checking his phone for the third time in a minute there was no message from you. Midnight, he noted as he glanced at the illuminated numbers on the top corner of his screen.

He crossed the room slowly, almost zombie-like with a refilled glass of cold whisky. His tired blue eyes look out the window, shocked to find you and John standing on the icy sidewalk below your window. Druig squinted his eyes, leaning in to let his warm forehead touch the cold glass.

John didn't look happy, he had a sullen expression on his chiseled face. Something wasn't right. Wasn't this supposed to be the greatest night of your life? Why was it being cut short? Then he saw you slowly remove your jacket, gently placing it into John's extended hand. "Shit," Druig cursed under his breath as he found the sudden motivation to move quickly. Slamming his glass down on the table with a harsh thud and grabbing his leather jacket off the arm of the chair, he hurried out of the apartment.

"I'll see you around, Y/N," John told you sadly, mustering a small depressing smile. Your coat was clenched in his arms and with one final look, he walked away with his broad shoulders hunched.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, your cold hands delicately wiping them to avoid messing up the makeup you spent an hour on. A jagged breath escapes your lips. How were expected to face Druig now? You took a deep inhale with the cold air burning your lungs and turned around.

You didn't come face to face with a doorman in front of the doors but a familiar face. A worried face who held a leather jacket. "Druig," you whisper in disbelief, swallowing hard. You two stare at each other for a moment, surprised at the presence of each other.

He rushes to you and drapes the warm jacket around your barely covered shoulders. His eyes examined every inch of your face; the snowflakes that perfectly fell in your hair, your teary y/e/c eyes, and your red rose that challenged the famous reindeer's own. "Are you ok?" he asks gently, tugging the jacket closer to your body.

You avoided his loving gaze but nodded, "I'm fine," you answer meekly. The back of his hands brushed against the side of your cheek, removing one of the warm stray tears you didn't know fell.

"You don't look fine, Y/N."

You dared to look up, Druig's eyes were fixated on your face. "I couldn't do it," you tell him brokenly, a sob threatening to leave your throat. Druig furrows his eyebrows in confusion, his pink lips slightly parted. "I tried so hard to say that I loved him but I couldn't! The words never came out! I-I froze! He looked so hurt." You let the sob out, no longer holding back the tears.

Druig should have felt relieved that you didn't feel strongly about the mortal. What broke his heart was seeing you in so much anguish over it. "I love you," he blurts out suddenly, interrupting your sad ramble.

Your words came to a sudden stop, a warm feeling spreads across your entire body. His face becomes clear to you, no longer blurred by the tears. He was blushing a deep crimson, the falling snow practically melting as the snowflakes came into contact with the burning skin.

You already felt like you forgot how to breathe, now you were completely breathless, his words echoing in your mind. It felt like a lifetime standing on the cold streets with Druig searching for answers in your unreadable expression.

It was an instinct you didn't know you had until you were doing it. Grabbing Druig by the back of his neck to crash your lips into yours. A passionate kiss that puts all the ones in films to shame. His open hand quickly grasps your lower back, refusing to let you slip out of his grasp. You tangle your fingers in the soft locks of brown hair, sharply inhaling as your chest collides with his.

"You waited 7000 years to tell me you loved me?" you breathe as you part from his lips to catch your breath. Druig connected your foreheads and nodded slowly.

"I wished I told you before you met John. I wish I would've told you centuries ago," he sighs, counting all his mistakes. "I shouldn't have let you walk out that door tonight. I sh-"

"We're here now," you interrupt him calmly, "and I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you. When we saw each other across the room on the Domo."

He laughs in relief, "That's when I fell in love with you too."

Your laugh matches his, warm breaths mixing. His other arm snakes around you to pull you into a hug. With a soft hum, you bury your face into his neck. You weren't in love with someone else... your hearts belonged to each other from the very start.