Harry Potter x Reader
In which a young witch struggles with her developing feelings for her best friend
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"I have loved you for years Harry- it's why I drank the poison, its why I pushed you out of the way of...
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On Halloween morning, Harry awoke with the rest and went down to breakfast, feeling thoroughly depressed, though doing his best to act normally.
"We'll bring you lots of sweets back from Honeydukes," said Hermione, looking desperately sorry for him.
"Yeah, loads," said Ron. He and Hermione had finally forgotten their squabble about Crookshanks in the face of Harry's difficulties.
"Don't worry about me," said Harry, in what he hoped was an offhand voice, "I'll see you at the feast. Have a good time."
He accompanied them to the entrance hall, where Filch, the caretaker, was standing inside the front doors, checking off names against a long list, peering suspiciously into every face, and making sure that no one was sneaking out who shouldn't be going.
"Staying here, Potter?" shouted Malfoy, who was standing in line with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Scared of passing the dementors?" Harry ignored him and made his solitary way up the marble staircase, through the deserted corridors, and back to Gryffindor Tower.
"Password?" said the Fat Lady, jerking out of a doze.
"Fortuna Major," said Harry listlessly.
The portrait swung open, and he climbed through the hole into the common room. It was full of chattering first and second years, and a few older students, who had obviously visited Hogsmeade so often that the novelty had worn off. Sitting on an armchair next to the fireplace, reading a book so large that it covered the majority of her face leaving her only recognisable by the white streaks that stood out from her intricate hairstyle, was Y/n.
"Hello, Harry." Y/n hummed as if feeling his gaze on her.
"Y/n- how did you-"
"Know you were staring at me? I can see into your mind, remember?"
"Right, forgot," Harry spoke.
"I know," Y/n stated, moving over in her armchair to allow Harry to join her.
"You know everything," Harry spoke, squishing in beside her, they'd grown accustomed to sitting like this in the first year if there weren't enough armchairs for them both to sit, they'd squish up together on the free one, it got to the point where even if there were a plentiful of chairs, they'd often sit like that anyway.
"Not everything, I'm sure there's plenty I don't know," Y/n uttered, calmly flicking the page of her book, gently resting her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Oh really? Like what?" Harry asked, smiling at the girl, carefully wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Like the ending of this book."
Harry leaned over slightly, taking a quick glance at the cover, then grinned.
