Harry Potter Imagines

[ Grass ]

You run through the tall grass outside the Weasley's Burrow in a fit of laughter. You were messing around with your friends in the garden while Mrs Weasley was inside preparing dinner. Harry thought it was a good idea to steel your baseball cap, so in return you pushed him over, him falling to the ground as you ran off.

He chased you into the tall field of grass as fast as he could trying to get you back, following the sound of your giggles. Soon you reach a small clearing of the grass, stopping for breath. You stood there, your heart beating rapidly and you turned around to see where Harry was but he was no where to be found. Confusion spreads across your face as you turn back around.

"Harry?" You call out to the surroundings and are suddenly lifted up off the ground by two strong arms. A yelp escapes your mouth when your feet leave the ground and Harry chuckles to himself spinning you around like a maniac.

"Put me down," you shout, giggling in the moment, but he doesn't. Instead he spins your body round to face him and hangs you over his shoulder.

"Oh my god seriously Harry," you groan, still laughing however. He continues to laugh his head off as he walks back through the grass.
"Ugh!" You groan and hit his back with the palm of your hand.

"Fine, fine, fine," he chuckles and puts you down in front of him.

The blood rushes to your head almost immediately and you fall backwards; Harry catching your waist. You place your hand on your forehead and close your eyes. He chuckles as you open them a couple seconds later, feeling a little less dizzy.

It's only now that you realise just how close your faces are. You remove the hand from your head and stare into his eyes. You've been friends with Harry Potter for almost six years but it's only now you realise just how beautiful his eyes are. Being this close to Harry makes butterfly's form in your stomach and his hands still on your waist makes tingles flow through your entire body.

A piece of Harry's hair falls in front of his face as he looks down at you and you lift your hand slowly, moving it out the way. Harry's eyes linger down to your lips and his breathing starts to get heavier.

An immediate confidence boost flows over you as you rapidly stand on your tip toes, cupping his face to connect his lips to yours. Time stops when your lips meet, but the flutter only intensifies. Your heart pounds in your chest as your knees get weaker and you could only focus on how soft his lips felt against yours, how addictively he invaded all your senses.

Harry pulls you closer to him, feeling him wash over you like a wave of warmth. The taste of him silencing all thoughts and your whole body tingles, the feel of his frame leaning on yours. His arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden.

You pull away from the kiss, being unable to open your eyes for a few seconds before you look into each other's eyes lustfully. As if time had stopped right there, you both stand, glued to one another. It's right there when you realise that you haven't ever been just friends with Harry James Potter...

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