𝖮 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʰʲᵖ

• ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 : ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔙𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔬𝔯 •

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

• Chapter Twenty Seven : Her Visitor •

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March went through like a glimpse of thunder, though it wasn't as uneventful as before. Actually, a lot of things happened.

(Y/N) and Harry finally revealed their relationship in a whole lot of Hogwarts a week after Valentine's Day. They were both walking through the corridor, holding hands, when a couple of students saw them together. It was a common sight to see them together but the fact that they openly smile at people while holding hands made the students think that it was a giveaway.

And their friends confirmed it when they had enough of hearing the rumors that (Y/N) and Harry were just hooking up — courtesy to Elaine.

"They're together now, okay?" Draco once broadcasted it in their class on Transfiguration. "Stop bothering them already."

To cap it together, all was well. (Y/N) and Harry was happier now than ever. All they have to think about now was N.E.W.T.s and their graduation which will happen on the last day of the term... and, yeah, Quidditch, of course.

Harry had a few games more before he leave Hogwarts, but (Y/N) only got one last in June. So, (Y/N) had to watch Harry in their practices for the April match against Slytherin. Despite the looming presence of N.E.W.T.s, she still managed to find a way to support Harry. She was always present every night in the Quidditch pitch to watch him, though she was sometimes accompanied by Luna whilst she review her notes for the upcoming exam.

A week before the game and a day before the Easter holidays, Harry was walking through the corridor, alone, apparently tired and sweaty from all the training they did that day. He was particularly trying to get to (Y/N)'s dorm room as soon as possible to rest but his limbs were stopping him from going further.

Harry was just thinking whether how he would get some snacks on the way when a voice called his name.

"Harry!"

Turning, Harry was delighted to see (Y/N) running to him with a positive beam.

"I'm glad I've seen you here." she said, tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheeks. "I was just about to get to the pitch."

"What are you so excited about?" asked Harry.

(Y/N)'s smile was so contagious enough to make him smile as well.

"McGonagall told me I was top in my Transfiguration class." she announced giddily. "She was hinting to me that I can get an Outstanding in my N.E.W.T.s if I could keep that up."

"Wow." Harry mused, holding her arm in enthusiasm. "That's — wow, you've already stored an Outstanding. I'm so proud of you, do you know that?"

"Thank you." said (Y/N), smiling so broadly that her teeth were radiating the light of the moon from outside the window.

Harry regarded her for another couple of seconds, watching as her bright demeanor filled his system. She was intoxicating in a good way. She was like an alcoholic beverage that only tolerated people could take — and Harry was too intoxicated to get out of that habit of taking her.

His grip tightened on her arm, and the next thing they knew, Harry was already owning her lips with his — pouring all his tiredness and proudness into that kiss, which was reciprocated immediately with (Y/N) holding the back of his shirt to support herself.

"What about —" (Y/N) panted as she pulled away. "— we go to the prefects' bathroom for you to shower properly, hmm?"

"Why?" Harry's forehead wrinkled. "Do I smell that much?"