𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞? (Harry potter x fem!oc)

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.

"I love you," she mumbled sleepily, the words flowing from her lips like a gentle lullaby.

"I love you too, Rosie. Now sleep," I replied, my heart swelling with affection.

She hummed softly, and soon, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing signaled that she had drifted off to sleep with me, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and dreams.

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Time Skip: Tomorrow

I woke up an hour before Rosie, taking advantage of the quiet to tidy up our home. The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. As I placed a book back on the shelf, my gaze fell on an empty photo frame. It was a simple wooden frame, yet it held so much significance.

I stared at it, lost in thought, until the faces of my parents materialized in my mind—a woman with vibrant green eyes and ginger hair beside a man with jet-black hair, dressed smartly in a suit. They were smiling, a look of pride in their eyes that made my heart ache.

In between them stood a girl with h/c hair and e/c eyes—Rosie.

I shook my head, dismissing the fleeting image, and made my way to the kitchen to whip up something for breakfast. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as I set about making us a meal, the familiarity of the routine bringing me comfort.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps descending the stairs, breaking the tranquility.

"Good morning," I greeted Rosie, who appeared in the doorway, tying her hair into a ponytail. She wore a white cropped shirt and a light purple cardigan over it, paired with light blue jeans that accentuated her figure.

"Good morning!" she replied, her bright smile lighting up the room and igniting a spark of happiness in me.

"What's for breakfast today?" she asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm as she approached me, her ponytail swinging back and forth.

"French toast," I replied, my heart warming at her excitement.

She nodded and began setting the table, placing plates and forks down with practiced ease. I served the golden toasts alongside freshly squeezed orange juice, the sweet aroma filling the air and mingling with the rich scent of coffee.

We settled down to eat, the warm sunlight streaming through the window and illuminating the moment. As we ate, I couldn't shake the nervous energy coursing through me. It felt like the perfect time to finally say what had been on my mind.

"Rosie?" I ventured, feeling a sudden rush of nerves.

"Hmph?" she replied, pausing mid-bite and tilting her head slightly, her curiosity piqued.

"Do you like me?" I blurted out, the words spilling from my mouth before I could think twice.

Her eyes widened, and she choked slightly on her toast, the surprise evident on her face.

"Be careful!" I said, quickly handing her a glass of water, my heart racing at the implications of my question.

"Thanks," she said after gulping it down, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"So?" I pressed, my heart pounding in anticipation.

"Depends. What can you do... for me?" she teased, her sarcasm tinged with something more nervous.

I put down my fork, taking her hands in mine, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. "I could do anything for you. I'd die for you," I said earnestly, my heart racing as I poured out my feelings, the sincerity of my words hanging in the air.

"For me?" she asked, locking her gaze onto mine, her expression shifting from playful to serious, a mix of surprise and curiosity filling her eyes.

"Yes. Since the day I met you, I've been unable to resist myself around you. I love you," I confessed, my voice gentle but firm, feeling the weight of my admission.

"I love you too, Potter," she said, her eyes softening as she caressed my arm, sending a warm thrill coursing through me.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at her words, unable to believe the moment was unfolding as I had hoped.

"I can't get enough of you," Rosie added, a teasing smile dancing on her lips as she leaned in closer.

In that moment, everything felt right. The world around us faded away, and it was just the two of us, wrapped in each other's warmth, ready to face whatever came next—together.

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