Fragmenta Amoris || Harry Potter Oneshots/Imagines

Love in the Rain

TW: this is a bit sad :( sorry

I love you.

There that is, three simple words. But it was all so complicated for you. There were like a million boys in the whole world, and thousands of them at Hogwarts itself. But you didn't know, why you fell for him. You looked at him as a friend until you realised you fell in love with him. All the years, you'd been pining of your best friend: Harry Potter.

Sometimes you'd thought of letting it all out of her heart, but you could never find the perfect moment.

There you strolled, under the oak tree, your mind wandering all around the thoughts of a certain boy with the lightning bolt scar.

"Watch out where you go," it was Pansy Parkinson. You had bumped right into her. What a bad start of a day!

"Don't you think you should be telling that to yourself?" You retorted.

"You don't have a date to the party, do you?"

"What party?" You asked, although you knew it perfectly well what discussion was entering the 'conversation'.

"The party by Slughorn, dumbass."

"Why don't you mind your own business for a change, slimehead?"

"Just tell me you don't." The nerve of this girl! It was enough for you to get infuriated, just enough.

"No, I won't tell that I don't, because believe me or not I DO have a date to Slughorn's party."

Disgust spread over pansy's face as if she was just slapped on it. "Yeah, whatever. We'll see which loser you bring up."

With a brisk air, she walked away. She was not at all the person who could handle an embarrassment like this.

But you? You called upon a huge disaster.

Ugh, what did I do! What will I do now?

Lost in thoughts, you were leisurely walking on the wet grass of the Hogwarts grounds, when you bumped yourself, yet another time. "Ow!" Both repelled and fell backwards.

"Harry-?"

"Y/n-?"

You both spoke in unison and laughed. He got up and lend a hand to you. Grabbing it, you stood up. "This is the second time I bumped into someone today," you said, shaking off the extra dirt and grass that stuck to your hoodie.

"Who did you bump into before me?"

With a disgusted face, you replied, "Parkinson." You rolled your eyes, "seriously, she's such an a**hole!"

"Whoa, whoa! What's the matter?"

"She clearly takes pride in her beauty," you said with a tone full of sarcasm, "earlier today, she asked me about the Christmas Party."

Harry raised his brows allowing you to continue with your words. "All the rubbish stuff she could think of, 'do you have a date?', 'who are you bringing?' and blah, blah, blah," you said, making a funny face and tilting your head to and fro. Harry laughed.

You admired him. The way his untidy black hair bounced on his forehead, the way his emerald green eyes sent shivers down your spine, the way his laugh always made your day howsoever worst the situation was and the way his fingers brushed off with yours causing a rush of adrenaline in your blood stream. But he was just your best friend.

"You're damn funny, really."

"I quite appreciate your compliment," you bowed in a way of curtsy. Harry grinned again. Controlling his laughter, he asked, "do you really have a date?"