𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

YR 6 ☆•°~'* 05

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'Where is he?' Y/N asked anxiously for the dozenth time.

They were in the Great Hall and Harry was nowhere to be seen. He hadn't come back to their compartment after he left to 'get some fresh air', or as Y/N thought, spy on Malfoy.

Ron groaned and stared at his empty golden plate. 

'I'm hungry, what's Dumbledore playing at?' he said, staring up at the staff table, where the Headmaster's seat was empty after Dumbledore suddenly excused himself. 'And where did Hagrid go?'

'Is food all you care about?' hissed Hermione. 'Your best friend is missing!'

'Oi, turn around, you lunatic!'

Y/N and Hermione whipped their heads around. Harry was marching into the Great Hall and straight to the Gryffindor table. As he got closer, Y/N noticed his nose was bleeding and some of the blood was splattered on his T-shirt. 

He spotted Y/N, Ron and Hermione, sped along the benches towards them and forced his way into a seat next to Y/N. 

'Where've you - blimey, what've you done to your face?' said Ron, goggling at him along with everyone else in the vicinity.

'Why, what's wrong with it?' said Harry, grabbing a spoon and squinting at his distorted reflection.

'You're covered in blood!' said Hermione, horrified.

'Here-' 

Y/N grabbed a cloth from the pocket of her cloak and dabbed it on Harry's face, holding his chin gently.

'Thanks,' said Harry. 

'So, what happened to your pretty face?' she asked quietly.

'It's a long story. I'll tell you later...'

'Is it weird if I said you look hot like this?' muttered Y/N, carefully wiping the blood. 

Harry's face went hot and his stomach squirmed pleasantly. 

'I'm flattered,' he said, smiling softly.

The chatter in the Great Hall suddenly died down. Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. Neither Y/N nor Harry noticed him coming back from wherever he went. Y/N put down the cloth.

'All clean,' she said brightly and turned to look at Dumbledore.

'Before we start this feast, I have a special announcement to make,' Dumbledore said. 'This year at Hogwarts, we will be receiving an exchange student from another wizarding school in Europe. I expect you will all be very courteous to our newcomer.

'Please welcome Adrien Delacour from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!'

Y/N's jaw dropped dramatically. Harry, Ron and Hermione whipped their heads around to look at Y/N, all looking as astonished as her.

Everyone's heads in the Great Hall were turned towards the double doors. The giant form of Hagrid walked into the Hall, accompanied by a tall, handsome blond French boy in periwinkle blue robes. 

The entirety of the Hall broke into chatter at once; some girls were whispering to each other and giggling; and some, mainly at the Gryffindor table, were leaning forwards and craning their necks to look at Y/N, who was still absolutely astounded at this revelation and wondering why on earth Fleur never told her. 

Several people waved at Adrien Delacour as he passed them, but he barely paid them any attention but a simple smile. His eyes were scanning the Gryffindor table for that one familiar face. They landed first on Harry, then on Y/N.