imagine {harry potter X reader}

hogsmeade {2}

later that evening you started getting dressed for your date - you weren't sure it was a date, but when you told hermione about it she was pretty sure about it.

"he's only invited you! and he's taking you to hogsmeade!!" she said, "i bet that was ronald's idea. when are you going to ask me, you stupid ginger?"

you picked a gross sweater since it was pretty cold, nearly snowing, a pair of jeans and a pair of warm boots.

hermione helped you doing your hair with a couple of spells she had learned and brushed your hair in a braid. you put a white wood hat on and got out of the girls dormitory, where hermione wished you luck like a thousand times before you left.

you headed to the common room, where harry was already waiting for you in his quidditch sweater and a pair of jeans. he was handsome, he really was. and nervous, pretty nervous. he stared at you completely in love while you walked down the stairs. I am in love with this girl, he thought.

you hugged him and left the common room, then the castle. it was really really cold outside, you thanked hermione told you nearly a billion times to wear warm clothes. harry felt the instant impulse to hold your hand but contained himself. he was so nervous he couldn't even breathe naturally. but you wanted to hold hands with him so you did it timidly, besides you had the excuse that you were good friends and you were ok with it. but his hand didn't leave yours, just did the opposite: his grip in your hand tightened in a confident and warm way. you felt the butterflies straight away and you wondered if harry could feel the same, if he felt as comfortable as you when you were together.

you made your way to the three broomsticks and sat down at a table near the window, where you could see the snow falling. harry sat next to you and smiled warmly. you were nervous and you could perfectly say harry felt the same way. his eyes never left yours as a madam rosmerta brought you two hot butterbeers. harry and you started a conversation about his next quidditch game and the homework teachers had left you for the holidays.

about an hour and a half later you started making your way back to the castle. it was even colder so you started trembling in response. harry put his hand on your back and looked at you to make sure whether he could or not put his arm around your waist. you smiled at him and he did it. a new bunch of butterflies started flying in your stomach as you both blushed. harry held you even closer and put his hand in your coat's pocket. you rested your head on his shoulder while you kept talking about how beautiful was winter in hogsmeade.

when you reached the castle he told you he had to go to a quidditch practice because oliver was being so annoying about winning the quidditch cup this year. you said it was alright and hugged him before he had to go, but he never left.

you stared at each other, smiling.

"i had a really good time" you said blushing.

harry was getting closer and closer.

"me too" he replied, his eyes traveling through your face between your eyes and your lips.

"but" you started as you knew he wouldn't take the step, "i think we could do it better"

"how?" he asked, even closer.

"well, I know a couple of things we could do..." and then he kissed you. it felt warm and even better than you had ever imagined. harry was smiling against your lips and put his hands on your waist as your hands traveled through his messy hair.

second part! I'll be posting the third one soon.
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