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!CONTAINS HEAVY SMUT! 

My crush on Harry Potter started when I was in 4th year. 

It was a chilly winter's day, and we had Herbology together. We would be working outside, mulching the gardens in preparation for Spring. 

I trudged down the sloping hill, slipping a bit in the snow. The green houses looked warm, with their windows all fogged up. I had desperately wished we were inside that day. 

I made it to the group, but not before I caught a chill. I wedged myself between Ron Weasley and Parvati Patil, shaking. 

After a few minutes of Parvati shooting me worried glances, I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

Harry Potter stood behind me, offering me his warm-looking sweater. 

 "You look like you need it more than I do," he said sweetly, tossing it to me. 

 "Th- thanks," I grinned, slipping it over my head.

It was warm, and smelled fresh and clean. 

From that point on, I loved him. 

And it seemed like everyone knew it. Little did I know that he knew it too. 

-time skip to 6th year-

The majority of the Gryffindor sixth years were congregated in the common room, doing homework, or just hanging out. 

I was looking around, studying my classmates. We had all grown up a fair bit. Hermione had grown taller, prettier, and Ron Weasley couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her these days. 

Dean and Seamus had grown out of their idiot stage. 

Ginny sat curled up next to Dean on the loveseat across from me, their arms sweetly wrapped around eachother. 

I just smiled and shook my head. 

I had grown up too. Grown taller, prettier too, in my own way. And apparently I wasn't the only one aware of it. 

 "Hey Y/l/n," 

Harry came up from behind me and leaned over the back of the couch. 

I could feel my cheeks start to warm. At least that hadn't changed. 

I still liked Harry- but things were a bit different. I was able to string together a sentence, at least. 

 "Hey Harry. How're you doing?" I asked, turning slightly. 

 "Yeah, I'm good. I wanted to talk to you about something, if you don't mind...?" He gestured towards his private dormitory, down on the main floor. 

 "Oh, um... sure," I shrugged and got up. 

Butterflies leapt about in my stomach. What was going on? 

I fought the urge to let out a girlish giggle as he led me into his room. My hands were twisting around each other. 

His room smelled like him- woodsy and clean. 

I sat down on his four poster, and looked at him expectantly. 

 "So, um..." 

His confidence seemed to be fading a bit. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. 

He sighed. "Y/n, I know you like me." 

My eyes widened. Shit, how embarrassing. Um... how best to handle this?

 "Okay," I said calmly, surprising myself as I crossed my legs. 

 "And um..." He blushed, and chuckled a bit.