𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒! | Harry Potter x Reader

twenty-nine

y/n lewis,

We're currently hanging out at the great hall with our friends. Ron, Hermione and Harry decided to call themselves the golden trio because JJ kept nagging them about having a group name.

Emma and Ben have their arms around each other – there might be something there, i don't know though. She's still talking to Jace.

They try their best to include Ron too, though. Inviting him to sit by them.

Hermione and JJ still doing the same couple stuff.

As for Harry and i.. We're still doing the same stuff. Faking a relationship while one person is falling, and the other is eyeing a Ravenclaw girl.

"Hey look," says Harry, looking at his watch. "It's about five forty five – sunset should be soon."

"You like sunsets, right?" he asks with a grin.

He raises and eyebrow when i give no response.

I didn't expect him to notice and to remember little things about me. And he's honestly making it harder to try not fall for him.

"You good?" Harry snaps his fingers in front of me – making me blink.

"Yeah," i gulp, trying to shrug it off, "Yeah, yeah i like sunsets."

"Alright," he chuckles, "Let's watch it at the courtyard."

He gets up and holds my hand, leading me outside.

And there it is,

the beautiful sunset.

We sit down beside each other, and i'm not focusing that much on it. Just the boy beside me. Whose green eyes and flawless skin are washed by the orange sky. He looks magnificent. Truly.

I smile – just smile at him – not saying anything and not even looking at the view.

I feel like the luckiest person in the world to be with him right now – right here.

"Gonna lie down if you don't mind," Harry abruptly says, "Super tired."

He lies down the grass, head on my lap, eyes on mine.

Fucking hell this boy is beautiful.

"So," Harry starts, "Quidditch tomorrow."

"I'm going to beat your ass," i chuckle, playing with strands of his hair, "Prepare for the victory of Slytherin."

He looks at my finger that's twirling his hair, and holds it. I stop, and i try to study his face to understand his reaction.

He blushes a bit.

And i'm thinking, mission accomplished.

"Sorry," he apologizes, "I like it, keep going."

He flashes me a smile and i do just that – twirling his hair around my finger.

"And by the way, don't get too confident, it's going to be embarrassing," he scoffs, "You're a new seeker, i've been doing this since first year, i'm good, darling."

"We'll just see, Potter, we'll just see."

"Don't forget the DA meeting after that," he reminds me, "Very important."

I cackle, rolling my eyes. "DA?"

"Short for Dumbledore's Army," he shrugs, "Come on now, don't mock me about it. It's practical!"

I laugh and he does too. Not to be dramatic, but it really is like music to my ears. His laugh is like the antidote to everything bad in the world.