Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 20

I pause for a moment before kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, the cold of my hands meeting his skin. His dark hair brushes against my cheek, and I pull closer. Closer. Nothing else seemed to matter at the moment except for the touch of his lips against mine. This was insane. It was wrong in the worst way possible. So why did it feel so right? Why did I have this odd feeling in my chest? Why did I never want to let go?

It takes me about roughly ten seconds to realize what's happening, and another ten for me to suddenly pull back, my eyes wide with horror. Potter does the same, mirroring my expression.

"What did you do?" I nearly scream, my heart beating so fast that I think I might collapse then and there.

"What did I do? You were the one who asked to dance with me!" Potter shouts, his voice rivaling mine in volume. He inhales a shaky breath and nervously runs his hands through his hair, breathing much too fast. "Oh, god..."

"This never happened," I quickly say, panic beginning to fill my voice. Potter nods in agreement.

"Right," he says, looking me up and down before taking a couple of steps backward. "Nobody has to know."

"Right."

"Exactly."

With that, Potter quickly gathers his things and walks out of the classroom, shutting the door much too hard behind him, leaving me alone in the room, my heart beating at a rather concerning rate. I exhale and run a hand through my (y/h/c) hair, only one question and one question only running through my head:

What just happened?

One part of me wanted to run after him, to ask him to come back, but the more reasonable part of my brain stayed quiet. Nobody could know about this. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the token Gryffindor, the chosen one, with a Slytherin? With the daughter of a death eater? What would Adrian say? What would Blaise and Daphne say? I swallow hard.

What would my parents say?

When I've finally calmed down, I slowly stand up and grab my school bag, slinging it over my shoulder and slowly pushing the potions door open, the cool air hitting me suddenly as I step out. Why did I have this weird feeling in my chest? Why was I trying to fight the idiotic smile creeping across my features?

Why was I smiling at all?

"Pull yourself together, Pucey," I murmur under my breath as I walk back to the Slytherin common room nearby. I frown when I see that the butterflies in my stomach still haven't gone away.

It was just a kiss, I remind myself.

Yeah, with Harry Potter, the other side of my brain argues. 

I come to a sudden halt in front of the stone wall and quietly whisper the password so nobody can hear, checking to see if anyone is in the common room before quietly slipping into the girls dormitory.

I make sure to be quiet as I pull on my pajamas, trying not to make a single sound and trying to steady my breathing, which still hadn't slowed since the potions classroom. As I'm pulling my shirt over my head, I hear a small shuffling sound. I pause midway through changing and glance behind my shoulder towards the girls bunk. A small smirk tugs at the corner of my lips.

"You don't have to pretend, Daphne. I know you're awake."

Daphne slowly lifts her head from her pillow, her blonde curls falling down her shoulders and giving a small smile.

"How'd you know?" She asks shyly as she props herself onto her elbow, positioning herself to get a better look at me.

"You're not exactly the most quiet person," I tell her, shrugging. I then grin. "Your breathing is also very loud."