Harry had always questioned himself when it came to his feeling for things. Like why did he like chocolate more than vanilla? Or why he liked foods most others would rather stay away from? But the biggest mystery to him by far was why out of all Hogwarts, he had to like you. It's not like he watched you from afar, he had a pretty up close view actually. (Well, seeing that he has been a good friend of yours for many years now.)
Maybe if he thought of other things and people, his feeling would pass on their own. Maybe if he thought of someone else before bed at night and getting up in the morning, his feelings would finally leave for good, and he could enjoy your witty remarks and your teasing, flirtatious acts.
It was like a constant battle happening inside his head that no one really knew about. That's what he thought however, because you knew he had a small crush on you (not knowing the full extent), and if you were being honest with yourself, you liked him as well. (Not that he had to know this)
"Harry, your going to be fine. You'll make a good captain." You reassure him for the fifth time at breakfast. "Alright, fine then. But I'll meet you on the pitch." You stand up from your seat, getting ready to walk off. "Oh, you better bring your a-game Potter. 'Cause everyone is going to see how bad I can beat your ass if you don't."
"Oh yea, and who says that's going to happen?" He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised.
"I do." You say simply before grabbing a piece of bacon off his plate and smile at his silence, taking it as a sign to leave in victory.
You knew Harry liked you, it was pretty obvious really, and if you were being honest with yourself you liked him in that fashion as well too. You thought it was cute how flustered he would get.
"Come on Harry! Shouldn't the captain show the people how to, you know, fly?" You ask as you fly curled around him on your broom. You went upside down so you were hanging off the broom by your legs. "It'll be fuuunnn." You push as you continued fly around him.
"Come on, get down. We have to actually finish tryouts sometime today." He said as he spun in small circles watching you fly around. It was like you were mocking him.
"Come on, get down. We have to finish practice sometime today." You mimic as you go back upside down and flat so you were stopped in mid air in front of him.
"Are you mocking me?" He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows and squinted his eyes while crossing his arms.
"Are you mocking me?" You repeat after, doing the same facial expression and arm movement. He let out a small huff and you felt it slightly on your face. You heard some small giggles and chuckles from behind coming from the crowd of students still left to try out.
"Are you trying to annoy me as much as you can in the shortest amount of time possible today?" He asked with the same face as before.
"I don't know, is it working?" You begin to slowly float in small circles around him again, causing his to have to turn every so often to keep his eye on you.
"No." He breathed out.
"Then no." You reply, before flipping right side up again and you flew away a short amount before turning back around and finally landing on the ground next to him. He looked unamused at you, where you just smiled coyly in return.
"Harry, what is so good about that book? You read it every second you can! It's getting kind of concerning." Hermione suddenly said as she placed her own book down.
He looked up front the potions text book that was in his hand.
"Yea Harry, is it your diary or something?" You ask from your spot on the couch behind him and next to Ginny.
"Come on, let me have a look." Hermione insisted as she held out her hand. She stood up, trying to get him to give her the book, but he rose to his feet as well and stepped away from her.
"No." He stated simply. His grip on the book tighten as she made another advance forwards.
"No? Why?" She asked as she took yet another step forwards.
"The-the binding is fragile." He made up a silly excuse and took a few more steps backwards, and changes directions when he noticed Hinny also trying to take the small book away.
"The binding is fragile?" She repeated, clearly not buying it.
Soon, more people joined in on trying to get the book away from Harry. Ginny stood in front of him, holding out her hand and almost demanding that he give it to her (which he said 'no' to).
Swiftly, you got up from your seat, and went from behind. You ran your hand from his, up to his elbow then across his mid back, making his loosen his grip of the book but his body tense up at the same time.
"This book is property of the half blood prince. Who's the half blood prince?" You ask as you flip through some more pages. You then close it and toss it back to him, not wanting it anymore.
"I-it's no one." He muttered as he tried to get away from the group once again.
"Harry, you need to get rid of that book." Hermione stated as she stuck her hand out. "It can be dangerous, just look at the spells that's inside! We have no idea what kind of dark magic that can be! I could really hurt someone!" She finished, but Harry still had not given her the book in his hand.
"Hate to break it to you Harry, but I agree with 'Mione on this one. We can bring it to the room of requirement and someone will hide it for you." You say as you look right at him.
He thought for a moment before he finally gave in, sighing and tilting his head to the ceiling with a groan.
"Okay, come on." You say as you guid his out with his shoulders. The rest of the way to the fifth floor, the halls were dark, so you kept your arm wrapped around Harry's shoulders just in case.
Finally, and very quietly, you paced thrice in front of the wall before it started to mold out of stone. Then, slowly and carful not to make to much noise, creeping inside.
The room was full of clutter and junk. It was piles of stuff so high it would almost touch the ceilings, while other stacks where short.
Piles of broken broomsticks and piles of old school stuff. Just junk no one really threw away.
You look around for a second, and take to book out of Harry's hand before muttering a small "wait here" before you walked off into the rows of things and hiding the book where he wouldn't find it.
You tossed it up high in a random pile before walking back to Harry, and getting a bit closer than intended.
"We should get back to the group, yea?" You whisper softly and was sure Harry could feel your breath slightly on his face.
"Yea." He said back, and opening his eyes a little. He was shocked at how close your face was to his, and feeling that his heart went at least three times faster. You stayed a split second longer then stepped back completely.
You walked away kind of backwards, and right before you walked out of the door, you gave him a small wink, making him even more flustered than before. Why did you love teasing his so much?
"Lav, they're just kisses, I don't see the big deal."
"Y/n you just don't understand! Once you get your first kiss you'll get it." Lavender huffed before going back to picking at an old book spine.
"Lav, I love you, but I really don't think I will." You say as you pat her shoulder. "I just don't really see the big deal in it, it's just a kiss you know."
"Well, if you find the right person then it can be the greatest thing ever!" She squealed and nudged your arm and pointed in Harry direction as she said it. You let out a scoff which she responded. "Oh come on, it's quiet obvious you like him a little bit." She said before a small giggle escaped her lips.
"What! No!" You argue back.
"Mm hmm, I see the way you look at him sometimes, and don't even get me started on the teasing!" She shrugged. "And even then, I thought it was just as kiss?" She spoke again.
You got slightly confused and turned to face her. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, if you thought it was 'just a kiss' then it would be no big deal for you to go up there and kiss him right now? Right?" She asked as she looked up front the fabric she was fiddling with on her sleeve.
"And it's not." You insisted back. You crossed your legs and lean back against the couch you were sitting on.
"Okay then, go do it." She said smugly.
You uncross your legs and get up. "Fine then."
You begin to walk up to Harry, who was sitting with Ron and who you assumed was supposed to be Hermione but it looked like she hadn't come down yet.
"Just go along with it." You mutter.
"Go along with what?-" Harry began but you cut him off with a quick peck to the mouth. It was over as soon as it started, and you slightly shouted form across the common room. "See Lav?"
She had wide eyes and a bewildered look on her face. Did she really expect you to not go through with it? You look beside you at Harry, who was bright red and looked at you with slightly wide red eyes. But now they held a glint you've never seen before. Ron's mouth slightly hung open as he just looked and thought.
"Thanks for that, had to prove a point." You said in his ear before you stalked off and returned to your previous seat.
You say back down, acting as if you didn't just do what you just did. You heard Hermione behind you.
"You should really calm down with the teasing you know." She giggled slightly as she looked over at Harry who still held a look on his face.
You look over as well, and couldn't help the slight smirk that floated onto your features. "No I don't think I will." You reply before you begin to toy with the ends of your long sleeves.
Unknown to you and everyone else, that was Harry's last straw.
You sat in the quiet, empty common room. Y out were sitting on the love seat, near the fire because it gave the best light source.
You had your owls last year and next year you had your newts, so you had been taking notes in almost everything which would explain why you were working with two potions text books and many spreadsheets of parchment in front of you.
You had been working for many hours and the black letters you were writing looked like small blobs of ink sometimes. It was a strain on your eyes, but you kept at it anyways.
You didn't think anyone was awake, seeing that it was very well into the night, and probably the early hours of the morning. So when you heard small footsteps padding down the stone steps, you were slightly amused.
"What are you doing down here? It's late." The person said, although the voice was very recognizable as Harry.
"School. Taking notes on potions for next year. You should be doing the same thing, no?" You pause your writing as you glance at him through the hair covering your eyes. He sat down on the three person couch across from yours and set his new potions text book on the table you were also using. "And even then, when has 'late' ever stopped me from doing anything?"
He looked at you with same look he did earlier, although you could still not decipher the meaning behind it.
Then it went back to quiet and the sound of scribbling quills, scratching pencils, and the crackling fire. Occasionally you would look up only to see Harry had already been looking at you.
You decided to not think to far into it, he had a habit of zoning out when he was tired.
You just continued with your work and you were nearly finished. There was only tow more pages in the chapter you were on before chapter 4. It was kind of odd how quiet it was, usually when you were with Harry it was very lively. But this time there was no back and forth banter, just an odd, calming quiet.
Minutes passed bye, and there was a ringing of the clock tower, letting y oh know that it was now 2 am. You had been working for 4 hours yet again. Harry only rubbed his eyes and looked back at his book.
Not long later, he called your name softly.
You looked up from your paper, and he was looking at you and glanced down at his book. "Can you tell me with this?" He pointed down to an open page in his book.
You sigh, but get up anyways and make your way over. He was looking at a small plant that was used in 'draught of the living peace' potion. But it was quiet a tricky one to learn.
"Do you know what this plant it?" He asked looking at you.
You say next to him on the couch, and decided that it was to quiet for your liking, so now you wanted to have some fun.
"I know what it is, but ask Neville instead." You only smiled at him when you saw he was getting annoyed with you.
"But I'm asking you, y/n."
"I'm aware, but I'm telling you to ask Neville instead."
He looked at you with this stare. His eyes broke into yours and he didn't try to look away. He looked like he was thinking, and what ever he was thinking about, he was thinking hard. He shook his head slightly, then his state turned to the floor.
After a minute, you decided to speak first. "Harry, you alright?"
He looked up at you and you gave him this confused face with furrowed eyebrows.
"I can't do this anymore." He muttered while he slightly clenched his jaw and his gaze was fixed on you once again.
"What do you mean by that?"
What he mean, was that he finally snapped.
He gripped you by the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him and he smashed his lips onto yours. It took only seconds for you to kiss him back, giving the same force and feeling he did. You trailed your hands up his back, then finding the back of his head and tugging on his hair slightly, and you wanted to see if you would get a reaction (which you did).
He let out a groan as he pulled you closer by your waist and kissing your harder than he already was.
He pulled away slightly, only to mumble a few words. "If you can't tell I like you quite a lot." Another groan escaped his throat as you kissed down his neck. You took a free hand and shushed his with one finger over his mouth as you sucked slightly harder on a sensitive patch near his collarbone.
"And I-I think you like me t-too." He gasped out. He took your chin with his hand and pulled your face back up to his, and his breath and your breath was getting more rough and jagged.
Over the next couple minutes, things finally seemed to calm down.
Finally you two broke apart, taking deep breaths while making eye contact. Breathing and silence was the only sound around, then the realization of what just happened with the both of you.
Harry had a smirk/smile on his ace that only seemed to get bigger and wider.
"Well, wasn't that nice." He watched as you got more and more annoyed with his reaction. "Aww, don't worry, this isn't a one time thing. I'll gladly wait for more some other time." He moved closer to your face, making you stay where you were because he held your head in place.
You felt like your stomach would explode with the amount of butterflies swarming around inside.
"Well, Goodnight y/n." He said quietly before sitting up and picking up his book that was still opened and in front of him.
He walked up the boys dormitory stairs, leaving you in the dimly lit common room the think about what had just happened. But don't worry, Harry didn't get much sleep either.
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Sorry if there is typos guys, I'll check this over in the morning. Let me know how y'all like this chapter though :)