Harry Potter Oneshots

Harry Potter

You raced about the quidditch pitch avoiding the other chasers you neared another goal for Gryffindor. As you outstretched your hand to throw the quaffle past the goalkeeper, you felt the wind being knocked out of your lungs and toppled off your broom. You were descending quickly but the pain was unbearable, and as you drifted out of consciousness you swore you could hear your name being yelled by a certain jet-black-haired boy.  

As you regain consciousness, the clean sterile smell of the Medical Wing fills your nostrils. Your body is filled with the sensation of pain, but that's not what worries you the most. What is most troublesome is that there is a hand in yours. The voices that were muffled begin to slowly become clearer as you wake up more. "Madame Pomfrey I think she's waking up" a voice yells, which you recognize to be none other than your best friend Hermoine, the sound of shoes scuffing across the floor follows. Unable to wait any longer to see the scene in front of you, and to figure out who the owner of the hand is, you slowly open your eyes giving them a moment to adjust to the bright light streaming in through the windows. No one seemed to notice that you were fully awake yet, they were all still looking for Madame Pomfrey. 

You traced the hand that was holding yours up their arm, and it was none other than the Boy Who Lived. He was still dressed in his quidditch uniform and his hair was still swept back by the wind. You smiled at him blushing. "Did we win?" you managed to croak out, your throat quite hoarse. Without realizing he nodded his response before quickly snapping his head back around to look at you "Blimey Y/N! Are you alright you feel nearly 100 meters, and all you're worried about is if we won?" He looked at you stunned, then returned to quizzing you about how you were feeling. Using all of the energy you had you managed to slightly squeeze his hand, stopping his rant "I'm okay Harry, it's okay". His face softened as he looked at you "I was so worried Y/N, I just didn't want to lose you." You smiled back at him your heart racing "Well I didn't wanna lose the game" making both of you laugh. easing the tension. 

"Hey Harry, what're those for?" you ask pointing to the dividers around your bed, "And how long has it been since the game?" Harry smiled back, "it's dinnertime now, and the game was before lunch, so around 6 hours, since the game. And these.." he began to say standing up to move them, "are so you could rest away from these guys" he finished pulling back the curtain. You gasped seeing the entire Gryffindor team huddled around in chairs whispering to themselves. They stopped abruptly when Harry moved the curtains back and all rushed to your side. Everyone asks questions about how you are doing and makes a big fuss over you. Even the twins were concerned. "Alright everyone give her some room" Madame Pomfrey yelled, "You should all be down in the dining hall by now, Harry, Ron, and Hermoine, you can stay," she said looking at Harry who had repositioned himself back at my side. Waving goodbye the team bustled out the door leaving a mountain of sweets and cards on your bedside table. Rons eye's widened at the sweets, "May I?" he asked pointing at the mountain. You chuckled to yourself "Do you ever stop eating Ronald? Go for it make sure to leave the pumpkin pasties for me though you know they're my favorite." Ron wasted no time digging in, Hermoine stared at him in shock rolling her eyes at him. 

"Alright Y/N, you had quite a nasty fall, which means you have quite a few injuries as well," Madame Pomfrey said while studying a list "Where shall I start... Ah yes here we are, you have broken almost every bone in your ankle, a few ribs are broken, your wrist and arm are broken, obviously not the one Potter is holding" she adds making you both blush "lots of bruising, and cuts and scrapes but nothing I can't mend. You may have to stay a few days with me dear, I have already given you a few potions for pain and the bones, but I will be able to put a cast on those so you can move around while they heal." Madame Pomfrey looked at you kindly, as you took in this news, honestly, you wanted to throw up, but you knew she was a very skilled healer, and slowly nodded back to her. "Well that settles it, holler if you need anything dear I'll be right around the corner, and you three, visiting hours end at 8". 

Once the witch had disappeared, your friends could tell you were not taking this news well. "Don't worry Y/N I'll make sure you get all of your missing assignments so you're not too far behind" Hermoine said "and I'll catch you up on any lessons you miss". You smiled at her of course she was worried about the school "Thanks 'Moine, I bet I'll learn more from you than our professors anyway" this made Hermoine smile. "It'll be okay you know, they have the house elves bring food up here when you stay" Ron added through a mouthful of chocolate, Hermoine hit him over the head "Is that all you worry about Ronald, food!" Hermoine scolded. You let out a small chuckle, they really did bicker like a married couple. 

Your little group talked for a while, and you fell asleep once more unable to stay awake any longer. You woke up later that night, the clock chiming 7:30, and Harry was still by your side. He had changed at some point and was no longer sporting his black and red uniform, even so, his fingers were still interlaced with your own. You took a moment to take in his sleeping features, as he dozed off in the chair next to you. You couldn't help but notice how peaceful and relaxed he seemed, something you have seen since your first year. You wished you could reach out to brush the untamed hair from his forehead, but without a cast, you weren't able to move your other hand yet. As if he sensed what you were doing "You know it's impolite to stare Y/N" his green eyes opening to look at you. No doubt your face turned scarlet, and you looked away quickly, suddenly the hem of the blanket was very interesting to you. His fingers left yours and found their way to your chin, turning your head to meet his gaze. His eyes flickered down to your lips and back up to your eyes again, almost so fast to notice, but you did. "I really like you Y/L/N" he whispered, breaking eye contact. You smiled and placed a tender kiss on his lips, "I really like you too Potter" you said smiling. He leaned in and kissed you again, pulling apart to rest your foreheads together. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Harry says laughing. You rolled your eyes "It took you long enough".