𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

YR 5 ☆•°~'* 10

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On a chilly Saturday morning at the end of September, Y/N went out to the Quidditch stands to watch the Gryffindor team practice while finishing her homework.

However, she had severely underestimated how cold it would be at this time of year, and so she sat there on the bench, shuddering from the freezing temperature in nothing but a dress shirt and a pair of trousers. She barely wrote a paragraph for her Charms essay and quickly abandoned any attempt when the ink from her quill started drying up quickly from the cold air. 

She compromised by sitting there, arms and legs clamped together and watching Harry fly around catching practice Golden Snitches, while Angelina shouted instructions at them from time to time. Ron had definitely gotten better at Keeping, he only missed a single Quaffle during the whole practice.

'You all right, lil sis?' yelled Fred as he flew by the stands. 'You look like you're freezing your arse off, over there!' 

Y/N simply raised two thumbs up without answering; her teeth were chattering. Harry paused in his chase for the Snitch, hovering stationary in the air and looked around at Y/N. 

'Are you OK?' he mouthed. Y/N nodded and Harry grinned.

'POTTER! Get back to your training!' Angelina barked at Harry from across the pitch. Harry grimaced and went back to his flying.

Soon after, the practice ended and they went back to the changing rooms. When Y/N had finally reached the changing rooms (her legs felt like stiff logs), it was to find it empty except for Harry, who had apparently been waiting for Y/N.

'Hello,' said Y/N, her voice shaky. 'It's bloody freezing out there and it's only September. Who knew Scotland could be so ruthless...'

'I told you that you should've brought your cloak out, too,' said Harry sternly. 'Here-'

He took off his red and gold Quidditch jumper, leaving himself in a black T-shirt. 

'No, I'm fine,' Y/N protested, but Harry was already pulling the jumper over Y/N's head. She reluctantly complied and pulled it on.

It was quite comfortable but slightly oversized, and Y/N welcomed the warmth of the jumper gratefully.

'Thanks,' she said blushingly. 'I'll give it back later-'

'No, you keep it,' said Harry. 'I'm due for another one, anyway; that one's starting to get too small on me.'

This was not true at all, but Harry liked the sight of Y/N in his Quidditch jumper, so he wasn't in a hurry to get it back.

'But-' Y/N began.

'Keep it,' Harry insisted, then broke into a sly grin. 'Looks much better on you, anyway.'

Y/N felt her face heat up further and she muttered another 'thanks'. She tried hard to ignore the beating of her sapphire charm, but Harry did not keep quiet.

'Necklace tells me you like my jumper,' said Harry smugly, earning an eye roll from Y/N.

'You didn't buy me that just as an innocent birthday present, did you?' she huffed.

'Maybe not,' Harry shrugged, barely concealing the smirk on his face.

A whole circus of gymnastics was ongoing in Y/N's stomach at that moment, and she had to look away from Harry to keep her composure.

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'Y/N, I was wondering,' Hermione said, on a blustery evening in the library, 'whether you and Harry had thought any more about Defence Against the Dark Arts.'