stuck with you {h.p x reader}

3.9 ・゜゜・．

"What are you smiling at?"

Harry eventually arrived at the bottom of some weathered stone steps that rose out of his field of view above.

Harry started to climb, taking care not to make any noise. He lost track of the number of steps as he climbed, watching his feet, until suddenly, without notice, his head hit something hard.

It seemed to be a trapdoor. While listening, Harry stood there massaging the top of his head. No sounds could be heard above him. He opened the trapdoor very carefully and leaned over to look.

A cellar filled with wooden crates and boxes surrounded him. Harry replaced the trapdoor after emerging from it; it was practically impossible to detect because it blended in so well with the dirty floor. Harry moved cautiously in the direction of the wooden stairway leading upward. At this point, he was able to hear conversations, as well as the tinkle of a bell and the opening and closing of a door.

Wondering what he ought to do, he suddenly heard a door open much closer at hand; somebody was about to come downstairs.

"And get another box of Jelly Slugs, dear, they've
nearly cleaned us out -" said a woman's voice.

A pair of feet was coming down the staircase. Harry leapt behind an enormous crate and waited for the footsteps to pass. He heard the man shifting boxes against the wall opposite. He might not get another chance -

Quickly and silently, Harry dodged out from his hiding place and climbed the stairs; looking back, he saw an enormous backside and a shiny bald head buried in a box.

Harry reached the door at the top of the stairs, slipped through it, and found himself behind the counter of Honeydukes - he ducked, crept sideways and then straightened up.

Honeydukes was so crowded with Hogwarts students that no one looked twice at Harry.

Ron and Hermione were standing underneath a sign that said 'Unusual Tastes' examining a tray of blood-flavoured lollipops, however Y/n wasn't with them. Harry sneaked up behind them.

"Urgh, no, Harry won't want one of those, they're for vampires, I expect," Hermione was saying.
"How about these?" said Ron, shoving a jar of
Cockroach Cluster under Hermione's nose.

"Definitely not," said Harry.

Ron nearly dropped the jar.

"Harry" squealed Hermione. "What are you doing here? How - how did you -?"

"Wow!" said Ron, looking very impressed. "You've learnt to Apparate!"

"Course I haven't," said Harry. He dropped his voice so that none of the sixth-years could hear him and told them all about the Marauder's Map.

"How come Fred and George never gave it to me!"said Ron, outraged. "I'm their brother!"

"But Harry isn't going to keep it!" said Hermione, as though the idea was ludicrous. "He's going to hand it in to Professor McGonagall, aren't you, Harry?"

"No, I'm not!" said Harry.

"Are you mad?" said Ron, goggling at Hermione. "Hand in something that good?"

"If I hand it in, I'll have to say where I got it! Filch would know Fred and George nicked it!"

"But what about Sirius Black?" Hermione hissed. "He could be using one of the passages on that map to get into the castle!"

Harry hesitated. What if Black did know the passage was there? Ron, however, cleared his throat significantly, and pointed to a notice pasted on the inside of the sweetshop door.