Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 26

"We should do this more often."

"What, sneak out to the black lake in the middle of the night well-pass curfew? I agree."

Potter chuckled lightly, refusing to remove his gaze from the stars up above us. We both lay on the grass, hands intertwined and staring up at the dark night sky. A few moments passed between us, and I let myself sneak a quick glance at Potter, and I couldn't help but stare for a moment, with his dark messy hair all over the place and his glasses sitting on the top of his nose. Despite the darkness, his scar was more visible than it usually was, even though most of his hair covered it.

He didn't miss it.

"What?" he asked, the corners of his mouth turning upward into a shy grin.

I began to run my fingers up his golden-red tie, my eyes mindlessly focused on it.

"I don't know," I said, not removing my gaze. "I guess I never realized how pretty you were."

Potter laughed at my odd choice of words, then wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer, causing a million butterflies to erupt into my stomach. It was funny how just hours ago, I was underwater, being held hostage by mermaids, and now we were here, staring at the stars, just the two of us. No crowds of students watching, no older brothers analyzing our every move, no teachers to tell us off for sneaking out. I didn't even have to try to deny any of my feelings this time with teasing and jokes like before. With nobody watching, it felt natural, it felt right, and I let myself wonder if this was how it would always be, or if it was too good to be true.

I pushed the thought out of my mind and suddenly pulled Potter in for a kiss. When I pulled back, Potter was smiling, looking confused yet pleased all the same.

"What was that for?" he asked, beginning to play with a strand of my (y/h/c) hair.

I only shrugged.

"I'm not too sure myself," I answered as I stared back up at the stars. Potter eyed me cautiously for a few more moments before doing the same, letting out a long sigh.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry you had to go through that."

My eyebrows furrowed, and I propped myself up on one elbow. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

Potter slowly sat up. "Well... if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been a hostage in the second task." He began to pick at the grass below him, cheeks going slightly pink. "If something happened to you, it would've been my fault."

"Harry, you do know nothing would've happened to me, right?" Potted paused, then nodded. I went on, "So you shouldn't have to feel guilty about anything."

He didn't say anything for a moment.

"What are we going to do about the rumors?" he then asked. "Now everyone's going to be suspicious."

Oh. I felt myself straighten. I hadn't thought about that.

There was no doubt that several students were already questioning why I had been Potter's hostage during the second task instead of somebody like Weasley or Neville Longbottom. As far as they knew, I was just a stuck up Slytherin that was just like the rest of her housemates, somebody who Harry Potter would never would associate himself with, until now.

"I guess we'll just have to do our best to deny it," I answered with a sigh.

Potter nodded, but he looked slightly disappointed. It only lasted for a moment though, before he returned to his usual smile.