Wizarding World One Shots

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 I still couldn't wrap my mind over the fact that I was a witch. It was complete madness, and now here I was. Wondering around the huge halls, not a soul in sight that I knew. Not a soul in miles, this was a whole lot to adjust to. It had been two months, but what is that when your thrown into a whole new environment? I still wasn't used to this place. It was huge and I was constantly getting lost. My eyes started to sting and I was worried I'd start to cry.

"The little mudblood looks as if she's going to cry!" Malfoy sniggered, I hadn't even noticed he was there. Before I could respond somebody was yelling from behind her.

"Oh Malfoy get off it, don't you have anything better to do? Try to touch the bottom of the Black lake or something?" You turned to see Harry coming to you aid, gratitude flooded through you as he came and stood next to you. Malfoy sneered in response and turned. "You surround yourself with more filth everyday Potter." He called back. 

"Don't worry about him." Harry said looking at you now. "His father dropped him often as a child I hear." I had to laugh at that. "Come on let's get to class." Harry guided you through the halls and you tried very hard to commit this to memory.

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"Seriously Malfoy, lay off!" I called over my shoulder as he followed me, laughing with Crabbe and Goyale. Getting to fifth year without offing one of them was achievement enough, who would blame me if I took one of them out? I turned to face them, but as I did Malfoys face contorted. His legs suddenly buckling under him and he fell face first into the floor. I looked around and Harry stepped out from seemingly thin air his wand raised. Though I knew he was probably creeping around in his invisibility cloak. "I thought I had already told you to leave (y/n) alone Malfoy," He held out his hand pretending to count, wand still raised at Malfoy, "Let's see one , two. Well let's be honest quite a few too many." He was right, this song and dance was getting old. Every time Malfoy tried to come for me, Harry was there. Crabbe and Goyale were helping Malfoy stand, it was a nasty Jelly-leg jynx. 

"You better hope your boyfriend is always around to save you." Malfoy spat, still holding an air of superiority while being held under each armpit. 

"Don't worry, I will be." Harry said before you could reply that it wasn't true in a childish way. I blushed crimson at this, of course I had feelings for him. How could I not when he was a hero? Not in the dramatic, kill he-who-must-not-named sort of way. But in an everyday, standing by my side way. 

"(y/n)..." Harry said softly, he was standing in front of me now, looking down. From his expression he must have been trying to get my attention for some while. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" His voice was tender as he ran his finger over my cheek. I noticed now we were alone in the empty corridor. 

"I'm alright." I said, my voice straining to fight a sudden rock in my throat. He nodded and picked up my hands tenderly. I was confused by these sudden displays of affection. I took him in now, he was in his quidditch uniform still. It me wonder just how he knew I needed him. 

"I've been meaning to tell you..." Harry started still playing with my fingers, my heart beat was quickening. "I think your brilliant, and if Malfoy has anything right it's how I feel about you. I would like to be your boyfriend." His green eyes pierced into mine then and a cocky grin formed on his lips. "If you would have me that is." I smiled at that and laughed. "Of course I will Harry." He smiled at my words and placed a kiss on my knuckled before pulling me into his chest.

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You and Harry now sat in a tent, actively hunting Voldemort's horcruxes. Ron and Hermione left in a heated argument. It still felt unreal, you knew the looming threat all these years but now it wasn't just looming. It was on top of you, making it hard to breath as it slowly suffocated you. The thought that one day, Harry could be taken from you. Him escaping death over and over did not comfort you, it was the opposite. You dreaded that one day, his luck would run out. The tension was too much to bare.