Harry Potter Fanfiction Collection

Falling for a Bad Boy: Harry x Reader

Gryffindor tower late at night blossomed with lights from the lanterns above. Y/n shuddered from the cold evening breeze and brought her warm cloak tighter around her shoulders. A small thump came from the dormitory to her left - Harry's room. Y/n had always fancied him. The mere thought of them together never failed to bring blush to her soft cheeks, goosebumps on her arm. Just imagining him wrapping his strong, muscular arms around her body made her mind spin; she wanted to be with him so badly. Disoriented from her sudden thoughts of desire, she steadied herself against the nearest wall.

"Y/n? What are you doing up so late?"

Y/n jumped. She thought she was alone in the common room, but that voice was all too familiar. Speak of the devil. She slowly turned around to greet the handsome tall boy, with his messy hair flying around his scalp, and Quidditch toned muscles defined through his tight shirt. Harry had such a big nose, y/n loved it so much. You know what they say about big nosed men... Their eyes met briefly before y/n turned away shyly from his piercing ardent gaze.

Harry's smile was warm like honey. He flashed his blazing white teeth and the whole room shone brighter than any lumos spell could create. He waltzed towards her from across the room, the clatter of his handsome feet across the newly polished floor matching the pounding of her heart. The rhythmic marching abruptly came to an end as y/n noticed his sinewy calves planted beside hers. Y/n visibly shivered as his arm brushed lightly against hers, and her mind became an incoherent jumble of thoughts. His veiny hands were so close to her--she could just feel the intense heat radiating from them--so close she could just reach over and intertwine their phalanges together effortlessly. Y/n gulped loudly and looked back up at the greek god in front of her.

"Scoot over. I'm cold," said Harry teasingly. Y/n blushed a deeper shade of crimson and awkwardly made room on the couch. He was so warm, it was like drawing a moth to a flame. Y/n instinctively leaned on his shoulder and was overwhelmed by the musky scent of his cologne.

"Will you wrap your large flexible arms around the upper joint of my human arm?" Y/n whispered in his ear.

"Of course, my cutie patootie." Harry embraced her, and she sank into his body like jello. Y/n wished she could stay like this forever. His nostrils flared, and y/n thought she had never seen nostrils so beautiful and elegant. Y/n began to hope that their children would have his features.