Harry Potter Hubby Short Stories (Golden trio/marauders era)

Harry Potter

Your Stats:
Your house: Slytherin
Your age: 5th year (16)
Your parents: Samantha and Johnathan Wilson
Your favorite class: Potions
Your pet: none 😓

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How you met:
Growing up, you were the most athletic kid everywhere. You were a muggle, so you had a wide variety of sports at your finger tips and the sky was the limit for you. At only 9 years old, you had tried and learned to be great at every sport from volleyball to hockey to ping pong to badminton. ahoy had even tried curling! Sports were everything to you, so as soon as you received your letter to Hogwarts, you were quick to do your research on wizard sports, you were chocked to find only one, Quidditch. The excitement of a new sport sent you into a spiral, you were studying and dreaming of the day you finally would be given a broom, days turned into nights, then into weeks. In your days of studying you had your heart set on one position: Seeker. It fit you perfectly, your petite gram would help you to be quick, your sharp eyes and speedy reflexes would aid you in spotting and capturing the snitch.

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Tryouts had been weeks ago. After tryouts you had been stressing every second of the day, checking for the sign-up sheet every chance you had. Ever since you were sorted into Slytherin and took your first flying lesson you had been training for tryouts, you, of course, were made the seeker of Slytherin and have been training hard with the team every available hour. You have had two matches already, one against Ravenclaw and one against Hufflepuff. Today was the big game against Gryffindor, your house rivals, you, unlike the rest of your team, were not nervous as you never lost. Before the game, the two house teams were required to meet, review the rules and shake hands. As you were going through the players, you reached a short, scrawny boy. He had messy brown hair that resembled the dark hot chocolate you drank every morning. He had small, circular glasses sitting crooked on his nose, it was evident that they had been broken and fixed many times before. He had beautiful green eyes, layered with depth and mystery, they reminded you of forests and grass. His most prominent feature, however, was a lightened scar on his upper right temple, it was in the shape of a bolt of lightening. Who does this kid think he is, Zeus? You thought to yourself. This is definitely going to be an easy match, look how scrawny he is. You shook his hand last, feeling a weird jolt in you stomach, you quickly withdrew your hand and retreated back to your team.

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Brooms bolted into the sky as a whistle sounded the start of the game, a muffled announcer was heard broadcasting every action play by play. You flew higher and higher, away from the crowds and the competitive game, to gain a better vantage point. A tiny figured, throned on a Nimbus broom, appeared out of the foggy sky next to you. "You're going down kid, I don't lose." You shouted over the wind a muffled screams indicating a goal below. "In you dreams, who are you anyways?" He shouted back. "I'm Y/N, who are you?" "Harry, Harry Potter." You had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

Your first kiss:
5 years ago, you met Potter for the first time. 5 years ago, you lost your first game ever. And 5 years ago, you gained your first enemy. You have been one the youngest and best seekers since your first year, leading Slytherin to countless victories, your only losses coming from Gryffindor. Every loss has been tight, by a hair and you have not taken lightly to it. When Harry started a group to train against the Dark Arts, due to your awful, toad teacher, Umbridge, you were quick to join. As much as you hate Harry, you supported what he stood for and wanted to stay away from your house stereotypes. However, you were now stuck in a rather uncomfortable position. See, you did not have a dueling partner since no other Slytherins were joining, and Harry, despite running the whole thing, had no partner because he joined with a trio. So whenever it came to partnering up, everyone who joined with friends would partner up, leaving just you and Harry. Great. Your relationship as enemies turned to frenemies, you'd till hated him, but at least you two could hold a joking banter, with, of course, some very real comments sprinkled in. You grew to enjoy his presence, something you would never tell anyone, ever. And he grew to enjoy yours, practicing his comebacks, oppose to focusing on class, spending his hours day dreaming about what argument you two would have later.

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The training group had been going strong for a while now and you were only getting stronger, today was a dueling day, that means partner up and fight. You felt a rough tap on your right shoulder, turning around you saw no one. You heard a snicker from your left side, He faked me out. Again. you thought. "Not funny. You realize that right?" The only response we was another fit of giggles. The two of you walked over to your usual corner, despite Harry always trumping you in Quidditch, you had an advantage when it came to dueling and you always won. No matter how hard he tried, you always came out on top. "Wanda at the ready." Harry called out to everyone, "Begin." You raised your wand and prepared to block his first spell, he paused, lowering his wand, an ever so present smirk taking over his delicate gestures, "How about we make this more interesting?" "What did you have in mind, Potter?" A matching smirk gracing your face. "If I win, you kiss me."

"what."

"You heard me."

"You know what... fine. I don't lose."

"Alright. On the count of three. One."

"Two"

"Three" you shouted together, he began shooting his best spells at you, you blocked them with ease, shooting back occasional spells that always landed. There was a pause. Then he shot, "Expelliarmus!!!" Simple. Predictable. But something happened. For some reason, you could not will yourself to block it, your head was telling you one thing, but your heart another. An internal war was raging as the world moved in slow motion, the spell inching closer and closer. If you don't block this, you lose, what are you doing, you need to block this, you. Don't. Lose. You paused, the other side fighting back. But if I don't block this, he'll kiss me. Do I want that? Don't I? Your head and your heart were fighting relentlessly, the noises around you getting louder and louder, you couldn't hear, couldn't see, nothing, nothing, until.

Clank.

You turned slowly, tilting down and searching. There, on the ground behind you, was your wand. Laying gracefully, missing from your hand. Silence. You turned back to your offender, who once again, had a smirk on his lips, which you had stared at many times before. A soft, bubblegum pink color. "I win." You were breathless, mouth agape like a fish out of water, no words, no sounds dared to break the silent bubble between the two of you. Slowly, you were getting closer and closer to him, the two of you like opposite poles. The magnet and the magnetic, the Gryffindor and the Slytherin. The distant zapping of spells and yells of friends faded out, leaving only you two in the world. You were so close that his nose was almost touching yours. His golden green eyes flickered down to your lips, which were still separated in disbelief at your actions and his. You felt his hand slithering to your neck, he gently pulled you in and touched his lips to yours, you felt him smirking into the kiss. In the same way that your heart outspoke your mind during the duel, it was shouting over the silenced mind, kissing back with a slight desperation. Your body stayed frozen however, an out of body feeling overtook you out of disbelief. I must be dreaming. You felt his calloused hands moving yours out of the balled position against his chest to around his neck, as he moved his to around your waist. Your lips moved in a poetic motion, synchronized yet still different, a perfect symphony. As soon as it started, it was over, as he pulled away and broke the kiss. There was a gentle silence, full of unspoken feelings. "Maybe I like losing more than I thought." You expressed with a smirk.