Harry James potter smuts

Stress relief

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you were currently studying for your upcoming potions exam.

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clicking your muggle pen you received as a gift from hermione helped to relieve your stress. help you think.

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it's not helping anymore.

you set your pen down and run your fingers through your hair. you can't study right now, it's too loud in the common room. your head is pounding, squeezing your eyes shut barely helps. what do i do? you think.

you stand up. collect your books, papers, and pens and make your way to your shared dorm room.

walking in the door, you are welcomed by another wave of noise from lavender and parvati chatting about boys, with their vinyl records playing loud 70s music.

damnit you think. you return your books to their rightful drawer, as well as your pens. then proceed to walk back to the busy common room.

head still pounding, heart racing, almost hyperventilating, you quickly run to the common room door and swing it open, receiving an angry shout from the fat lady in return. you had no time to feel bad at the moment, you could barely think about anything except that you needed air and quiet.

with your panicking state, you didn't notice your concerned best friend seeing you rush out of the common room. he followed you in worry.

you run to the one place you knew no one would be: myrtles bathroom.

"myrtle?" you shout, hoping the poor ghost isn't currently sobbing somewhere in the corner.

you hear no response.

maybe she's spying on the teens in the prefects bathroom again, you think.

thankfully today, the bathroom floor was dry. you walk over to the wall and sit down, setting your bag next to you.

it's fine, it's fine, you think. breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.
the pounding in your ears finally ceases, you can breathe properly again.

i'll just study more later, you think, your head leaned against the bathroom wall,  i don't even care for potions that much anyway—
"y/n?" you hear a voice. his voice.

"harry?" you ask, lifting your head from the wall and looking up to see your best friend walking toward you.

"are you okay?" he asks you, his voice low. "i saw you running out, and i assumed it might be another stress attack,"

"yeah, it was," you confess. you felt weak right now. you don't usually feel this way, but for some reason, being in this shaken state in front of harry right now, you felt self conscious. "i'm fine now though, thank you."

"you sure? you don't need anything else?" he asked in concern.

you thought hard for a minute. you didn't need anything, you felt better. but maybe physical contact would be nice...

"there's one thing, but it's silly," you say, looking away.

"if it's something you need, it's not silly," he comforts you, putting a finger under your chin, making you look him in the eyes.

"okay, well..." you hesitate, "could i-"

"mhm?" he hums in question.

"could i have a hug?" you cringe at your own words, but it's what you need right now.

"of course," he pulls you up gently, looking at you with love in his eyes.

you stand up and wrap your arms around his neck, putting your head in the crook of his neck. he wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his head on yours.