Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

St. Mungo's Christmas

Christmas morning dawned and I found myself with my face buried in Harry's chest, my head resting on his stretched out arm. I awkwardly shuffled out of his space and he repositioned himself by bringing his arms back towards his body.

I take a moment to just watch him, taking in the sight of his broad shoulders, his cheeks that are rosy in his sleep state, and the way his hair is ruffled by the bedcovers. His eyelashes are long and thick, and his lips were parted slightly, letting me see his even, white teeth. It's so rare to see Harry this vulnerable and open, and you can't help but feel a warm sense of affection towards him as you watch.

I'd already come to terms with the fact that I liked him again.

...As if I ever stopped.

But anyway, Christmas morning. Christmas morning. I sigh and cover my eyes with my hands. Don't think about Cedric.

I sit up in bed and bring my knees to my chest looking at the pile of presents at the end of the bed.

I'd sent my parents an owl yesterday, adding a Merry Christmas at the very end, and I notice that Hedwig was now back in her cage. Their response was sitting on my bedside table. I reached over and saw that they hadn't even gotten a new piece of parchment, just simply wrote on the back of my letter:

Same to you
-Mom and Dad.

SAME TO YOU, MOM AND DAD?!?!? I'd written them damn near an entire roll of parchment's worth of a letter, and they only reply to my Merry Christmas at the end???

My confusion was answered when I saw that it was, in fact, my father's handwriting. I sigh deeply and stare at the letter in disappointment.

"What's that?" the body beside me asked in a deeper than usual voice. Harry's eyes had still been shut as he enquired.

"Nothing." I reply to him and shove the letter back in the envelope. "Merry Christmas by the way."

He rubs his eyes and props himself onto his forearms before reaching for his glasses. "Merry Christmas." he replied with a smile, but his eyes still fixated on my letter.

"You know i'm not gonna stop ask—"

"Fine here just take it." I push the letter into his chest and he beams. "is it from your boyfrien— oh..." he says as he read it. Harry and been in the room as I'd written my letter yesterday.

"Mattheo and I broke up last week." I add, and Harry's surprised reaction transfers from the letter to any statement.

"You guys broke up?"

"Yeahhhh." I say awkwardly.

"This is all your parents wrote back?"

"Yeahhhh." I say awkwardly again.

He was scanning my face for some kind of emotion and I was not giving it to him.

Ron shoots up out of bed, making Harry quickly scramble out of mine and back onto his on the floor, to avoid assumptions. My bedsheets instantly felt colder.

When Ron had acknowledged us, he had already been halfway through opening his own, rather larger, pile of presents.

"Good haul this year," he informed us through a cloud of paper.

"Thanks for the Broom Compass Harry, it's excellent, beats Hermione's - she got me a homework planner."

I turn awkwardly to my own pile. I hadn't expected it honestly. I received a gift from everyone and vice versa with me having given everyone a present.