𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞? (Harry potter x reader)

Chapter - 11

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Harry’s POV

After the wedding, we flooed to Hogwarts, the familiar whirl of green flames engulfing us in a comforting embrace. The warmth of our apartment felt inviting after the whirlwind of festivities, but as I looked down at Rosie, who was fast asleep in my arms, my heart swelled with a mix of affection and responsibility. Her head nestled against my shoulder, her breath soft and rhythmic, and for a moment, all the chaos of the wedding faded into the background.

Carefully, I lifted her in a bridal carry, savoring the warmth radiating from her body. As I laid her down gently on our bed, I couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful she looked, her lashes brushing against her cheeks. I changed into comfortable clothes—a snug red hoodie and black sweatpants—before glancing back at her, the urge to wake her up tugging at me.

“Hey, Rosie,” I whispered, shaking her shoulder gently. To my surprise, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a sleepy gaze.

“What is it, Harold?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep but laced with that familiar sarcasm that always brought a smile to my face.

“Change your clothes,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach.

“Why?” she replied, furrowing her brow adorably, still not fully awake.

“Um, because they’ll be uncomfortable if you sleep in them,” I offered, my words tumbling over each other as I tried to sound convincing.

“Hmm... okay,” she replied, her voice trailing off as she rubbed her eyes.

“Do you want me to wait outside?” I asked, my cheeks heating at the thought of watching her change.

“Er, yeah. I’ll call you when I’m done,” she said, a playful smirk curling her lips.

I stepped outside, my heart racing, anxiety and anticipation swirling within me.

After what felt like an eternity, her voice floated through the door. “Come in!”

I twisted the knob and stepped inside, my breath catching at the sight before me. Rosie was already back in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin, her hair fanned out around her like a halo.

I smiled, the corners of my mouth lifting instinctively. As I turned off the light, the room fell into a soothing darkness, the faint sounds of the night outside creating a peaceful atmosphere.

With her taking up most of the bed, I figured it was best to sleep on the sofa. I didn’t want to disturb her serenity. But just as I began to settle in, I felt a gentle tug on my oversized sleeve.

“Where are you going?” Rosie’s sleepy voice drifted to me, her eyes barely open but filled with concern.

“To the couch. You’re sleeping here,” I replied softly, not wanting to disturb her any further.

“You’re not going anywhere. Sleep with me, please!” she pouted, her expression so irresistibly cute that I felt my resolve crumbling.

“Okay, okay—fine,” I relented, unable to resist the pull of her charm.

Her eyes sparkled as she shifted to make room for me. I lay down beside her, comforted by her presence, the softness of the sheets surrounding us.

Maybe she’d forget everything that happened the night before, I thought as I wrapped my arms around her, hoping to protect this moment for as long as I could.

“Cuddle me?” she asked innocently, her voice a mere whisper against the stillness of the room.

I hesitated for a heartbeat, caught in the sweetness of the moment, then wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to my chest. She snuggled into me, the warmth of her body sending shivers of delight down my spine. I caressed her hair gently, savoring the feeling of her soft curls slipping through my fingers.