Harry James potter smuts

after everything

everything around you was a blur. hogwarts, your friends, your life. nothing felt real anymore, you wanted to scream and sob. but you couldn't. in a matter of seconds, your heart had shattered into a hundred thousand painstaking pieces and then shut down completely.

"harry potter... is dead!"

among the crowd, deatheaters shrieked with pleased laughter. voldemort himself stood before you with radiating pride.

people took their sides one by one but you stood your ground. not because you wanted to, per say. you no longer cared. there wasn't a shred of hope or motivation left inside of you any more. not with harry dead. not when your eyes landed on your boyfriend's cold, limp body and everyone around you suddenly despaired.

he'd want you to fight but you weren't sure if you could do it.

then his body leaped forward, harry was... alive. he ran and he fought with every ounce of himself. you'd always known could do what he was chosen to do and you fought too. the battle seemed endless but you gave it everything you had left inside of you.

and that was how you'd arrived to the end of the flaming, barbaric second wizarding war. that was why you were now sitting by crumbles of a stone pillar, staring off at the ruins before you.

it hadn't quite sunk in yet ─ any of it. you were forced to deal with it all at once when your red lipped, battered boyfriend came running towards you, pulling you into an impassioned, 'i almost lost you' embrace. his touch was cold and desperate and harry scrunched his eyebrows as you shoved him away to the ground. he and his bruised knitted eyebrows stared back up at you and you stepped back, overcome by sudden sobs.

"fuck you harry," you spit through spilling cries. the boy got back up, determined and rushed to your side.

"y/n, it's okay now," he whispered, reaching out to touch you. toppling over with your head in your knees, your body raked with heavy sobs. "love, we won."

his stomach churned while you mumbled, "fuck you, harry potter, fuck you for leaving me! i th-thought you..." you couldn't say it, especially not in this state.

"marry me."

you almost didn't hear him through your bizarre sobbing but the two simple words hit you like a train. "marry you?" you breathed.

"marry me, y/n," harry repeated, deep emerald gaze penetrating you.

"no."

narrowing wet eyes, you shook your head and stood up, storming away from him. "no! absolutely not! you... you bastard!" you screamed, emotions scrambling. "you don't get to put me through this and decide to fucking propose in the heat of the moment! you don't get to make me think that you want to be wed to me after everything, you ─"

harry cut you off, pulling you by the waist and looking you in the eye. "this isn't adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you." he breathed his words, desperate to make you believe him. "i love you and i've never been more sure of that than right now, y/n."

you believed him yet you could only back away and hiss at him through another sudden, heavy sob. "fuck you."

"i'll buy you a ring, i'll ─" you cut him off in disbelief. "i don't need you to buy me anything, my answer's yes. i love you."

a silence followed, briefly and he beamed, tears of joy picking his eyes. "brilliant." he sighed. cupping your face, harry pressed his lips to yours with an intensity you'd never felt before. this time, you didn't pull away. in fact, you pulled at the collar of his shirt and tugged at locks of his dark hair to deepen the kiss as deeply as you could, yearning to be as close as possible to him.

"harry," you asked softly and started urging him towards the back hogwarts entrance, not wanting to be interrupted by the inevitable clamouring of everyone who survived. grinning at you, he kissed your temple and took your hand, pulling you to the first empty room he could find. harry pressed you towards the wall gently and kissed your neck frantically, as if it was the first time he'd seen you in years. "i love you," harry gasped and took a hand to your breasts through your shirt. "i love you so much."

"this isn't what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you," you moaned softly, chuckling a bit. "i'm sorry about that, by the way ─ really." his tongue swiped your lip quickly and his hands squeezed you softly. "i forgive you," he laughed, working your garments off as quickly as he could. "you don't have to go so fast, 'm not going anywhere babe."

the reassurance meant more than words could handle to harry but he kissed you firmly and continued. "i know you aren't, i wouldn't let you. but i need you y/n." and that answer was good enough for you.

harry moaned at the sight once your tits fell out of your bra, ready for him to devour. not a second wasted, he attached his mouth to your bud, toying with the other in his fingers. "harry," you hummed, finding grip in his hair as he sucked at your skin and flicked his tongue against you. he bit softly before pulling away to give the rest of your body attention. a soft but needy groan escaped your lips at him dropping to his knees, right between your thighs. harry delicately slid your panties off of your legs to reveal your eagerly soaked core.

"you're incredible, you know that?" your response was hooking his head with your leg and prompting his face to your pussy. "harry, i love you but if you don't put your mouth on my cunt right now," you warned breathily, "i might just take back that yes i gave you."

"someone's not very patient," harry mumbled before diving his tongue between your legs. he took to an unsteady pace, instead concentrating on relearning every inch of your taste and hearing every moan he pulled from you. "oh, harry, like that," you praised, legs starting to shake and hands grasping at tufts of his hair. open mouthed kisses and hungry sucking at your pussy while harry's fingers gripped at your ass took you to a point where you were bucking towards him greedily. he muttered against you but you barely heard him over your moans and nearing orgasm. "so good, y/n."

it washed over you and harry lapped up your cum onto his tongue, slurping and sucking at your sex to taste all of you. taking a bit onto his fingers, harry stood and took his digits to your lips. "suck darling." you complied without breaking eye contact and sucked your arousal off of his wet fingers. at the same time, he pulled his dick out of his trousers and readied himself to fuck you.

"good girl," harry praised as his tip parted your cunt to enter you. you groaned in a slight pain that was instantly taken over by bliss. "fuck," harry mumbled into your ear. "so nice and tight for me, lovely." harry's thrusts into you remained impossibly loving, bucking deeply into you. "harry, you feel so good," you moaned loudly.

"just for you y/n," harry took hold of your thighs to prop you up and fuck higher into you, making your tits bounce for him. "just for the beautiful woman i'm going to marry." film worthy sounds came from the both of you, finishing onto the other.

"i love you," you collapsed your head into harry's neck, feeling the safest you'd ever felt. harry whispered your three words back with the utmost significance.

"i love you too. more than anything and after everything."