𝖮 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʰʲᵖ

• ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢 : ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 •

TW: Smut. Swearing. Read at your own risk.

• Chapter Twenty Five : His Devotion •

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"(Y/N)?" Harry called softly, his voice echoing through the walls of the Astronomy tower.

A small squeak gained his attention. He turned to his right and saw (Y/N) adjusting herself from sitting on the corner with her knees close to her chest. She was staring at him with her eyes a little wet.

Harry offered a small smile before walking to her, immediately sitting beside her when she scooted to give him space. As he settled, (Y/N) dropped her head on his shoulder and began curling like a kitten.

"This isn't the first time she did something extraordinary." she muttered in a seemingly joking manner. "But I still can't help but feel upset."

Harry's blood turned cold in both anger and guilt. He licked his lower lip and carefully grabbed her hand, then gently caressed them with his fingers.

"If it makes you feel better —" Harry whispered. "I feel rather special when you're like this."

(Y/N) slightly hum in confusion.

"Because it just shows that you're afraid to lose me." he continued, smiling down at her hair. "I'm all yours, (N/N). Even if everyone else tricks me with love potions, I won't forget how I was madly in love with you."

"Don't say that." said (Y/N), snuggling her head on Harry's neck. "That's the reason why I'm upset right now. Because of that damned love potion."

The Gryffindor boy secretly grinned at how cute she was when she was like this — but, of course, he wouldn't say that aloud, afraid that she gets even more upset.

He tightened his grip on her hand and began showering her hair with short and sweet kisses on her head.

"To be honest." Harry began, his eyes reaching far away into the depths of the night sky but his mind was nowhere close to the stars. "Even if I was... you know, I don't think I'd ever forget about you. You were too important to me that I will never get tired to look for you even if I'm under enchantment or something."

(Y/N)'s head whipped at him slowly, her eyes soft and gentle as their eyes met. She wanted to say it out loud but she was too scared that the feeling might go away as soon as it come out of her mouth. Harry was indeed a part of (Y/N)'s life that she might even believe that his name was permanently tattooed on her nerves. She couldn't forget him even with the presence of the Forgetfulness potion — even if she was drunk by a ton of love potion that came from someone else. She was too engrossed with the idea of having Harry by herself.

"I might feel the same way too." she mumbled, lips quirking up.

"Might?" Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

The girl shrugged.

"I don't know. I'm not sure yet."

"You're lying." he said, pinching the back of her palm.

(Y/N) chuckled, her shoulders heaved up and down, although her voice came as hoarse and a little airy.

Harry smiled at the sound of her voice. His grip loosened on her hand and reached up to her face instead. He slid his hand up to her cheeks until they were facing each other — (Y/N) mirroring his grin.

"I'm madly in love with you." he justified. "I couldn't see my future without you by my side, (Y/N). You're all I could think about... Your eyes, your scent, your voice — just you in general. I — you're everything I need in my life."