HP Imagines

Harry x Reader

I have crush on the golden boy. I know, 'surprise surprise', who doesn't.

Maybe if I were in Gryffindor I would have a little more confidence in my chances of dating him. But just to make matters worse, I'm a Hufflepuff, a nonpopular one at that.

We had double Defense Against  the Dark Arts with the Gryffindors first thing in the morning. I see Ron and Hermione sitting at a table in the back while Harry is excitedly talking to Professor Lupin at the front of the classroom. The bell rings and Harry turns away from the Professor and heads towards his best friends. I realize that he's going to walk right by me and a feeling of giddyness spreads to my every limb.

I muster up every single drop of courage in my entire body,
"Hey Harry..." I squeaked in the quietest voice known to mankind.

At first he keeps on walking but then he turns around, confusion dancing over every square inch of his perfect face. He looks me directly in the eye causing an explsion of nerves in my stomach and chest.

"Did you say something?" He asked pointing a gentle finger at me.

"M-me? No... well, m-maybe, possibly... yes." I reply as I become quieter with every word. I look down at my feet and start to mess with my school books just to give my hands something to do.

"Well... Hullo." He said looking straight into my eyes with his dream influencing emerald ones. "You're (F/N), right?"

Suddenly I feel my face flush with every shade of red you could think of  whillst my stomach insists on doing hardcore acrobatics.

"Y-you know my... my name?!"

"Gimme a reason not to..." Harry says with a wink accompanied by a smirk before he walks off. I put my head down feeling the happiest I have in years.

Every now and then I would look up to see those same emerald eyes looking at me joined with that signature smile that  leaves me with a dangerous feeling in the pit of my tummy.

Over the next few weeks I find Harry's eyes resting on me more and more often. One day, I'm walking lunch when a foot goes suddenly out in front of me. Being the clumsy person I am, I trip and go skidding across the hard stone. I look up behind me to see a certain platinum blonde slytherin who's steely gray eyes are bewildered with amusement. Draco.

The next thing I know he's being struck across the face in a swirl of red and gold. I look over to see none other than the Boy Who Lived himself.

"Malfoy, leave (F/N) the fuck alone before I hex you into next year!" Harry says with rage clearly bubbling through his veins.

"Oh Potter," Malfoy sneered, his tone dripping with false innocence, "you know that we're not supposed to use that kind of language."

"Shut it." He replied before turning to me, who was still on the floor. Harry extended his hand to me and I gladly took it. He lifted me with more ease than if I were a feather. I rose so that I was only about three inches from his face. After a few awkward seconds that seemed like hours, he started to turn towards the Great Hall as the corridor was empty except for us, Malfoy and his followers.

"Harry?" I muttered as he turned away.

He turned back me with hope filling his loveable green eyes, "Yes?"

"Why... er...," I find my confidence and speak louder, "Why do you stand  up for me like this? Why do I catch you staring at me like you do. Why me when you could have just about anyone you want."

Harry smiled, "Why you?" He repeated, "Because you have the most beautiful soul, and face might I add, that I've ever seen in my entire life," He took a step forward and I took a step back, "Because you make me happy just by looking  at me when others can't even with words," He took another step and as did I backward, "Because you appreciate me for who I am and not something that happened to me 15 years ago that I had no control over," another step forward and another step back but the wall stops me this time. He places his hands on my waist and leans his forehead against mine, "Because, (F/N)(L/N), I love you God dammit." He pushes the bottom half of his head forward  while turning it at the same time. He kissed me and his soft lips worked in sync with mine. Draco scoffs in the background and I feel Harry smile against my lips.

He pulls away and looks lovingly into my (E/C) eyes with a smirk across his mouth

"I love you too, Harry." I say.

He kisses me again on the forehead before intertwining his fingers with mine and guiding me into Lunch.

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Hey guys so I published this story a long time ago, and I just now realized the beginning makes it sound like I think Hufflepuffs are boring or bad. I most definitely do not. I love my little Puffles out there! <3