Love Cant Wait - Harry Potter x Reader

☆Intrusions☆

My mind exploded into countless different thoughts.Even in those few milliseconds, hundreds of emotions flew through me.Worry, sadness, vulnerability, anger, all sorts.

I stood on the cold kitchen floor in shock,eyes widened, not a single clue to what to do next.

Until a wave of familiarity and warmth overtook me. Though I hadn't seen the intruder, I caught onto his vanilla scent, that same scent that always provided me comfort and strength whenever I needed it.

"Harry!" I muttered in a concerned yet relieved tone.

He let out a chuckle, his warm breath fanning over my neck as he swiftly turned me around , our eyes meeting at once.

A smile formed on his face as he inched away from me. The next few seconds being spent in a soothing silence before I spoke out again.

"Harry, what on earth where you thinking?!" I question in a hushed tone, looking for answers in his grinning face.

"Revenge for earlier" He replied confidently, a wide smirk taking over his expression.

"Still saulty about that scarhead?"

He answered with a sarcastic nod. Something about the moment made me feel warm in the chilly kitchen.

"You made me think I was going to die you bloody idiot!"

"Well deserved." Harry replied as he let out another chuckle.

"Not funny!" I clapped back trying to keep a stern look on, ultimately failing as I joined Harry's laughing fit.

Mere seconds of pure laughter passed and the close proximity of us had only come to my realisation now.

Flashbacks of an earlier incident played through my mind as a spark of nostalgia and anticipation soared through me.

"You know, your hair looks - really nice in this light..". Harry sheepishly muttered.

The comment took me by suprise, complimenting people wasn't really something Harry did often.

My cheeks replied faster then I did as a shade of pink overtook them. I gave him a quick smile and met my favourite eyes, those same eyes that made pygmy puffs flutter in my stomach anytime I looked into them.

"Your hair's quite - nice aswell.." I added , a surge of confidence overcoming me.
"No wonder Romilda Vane tried cutting some off to keep."

We both cackled, memories of Romilda's obsession making us laugh even harder.

The laughter died down, replaced by the slow ticking of the clock.

Harry's body leaned in closer and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

Maybe...Just maybe...

I quickly brushed off the thought as Harry moved his hand to my ear and tucked back a piece of messy hair.

Tension rose up in the atmosphere, so clearly as if I could touch it.

"U-uh your hair - it was a bit out of you know place." Harry quickly admitted as that same hand scratched the back of his neck quite awkwardly.

The feeling of excitement immediately died, dissatisfaction seizing control.

What did I expect? He's my best friend. There was nothing to even think about, especially what I was imagining...

I thought to myself as a reminder. A reminder that was always in my head.

"Practicing for your future girlfriend are you?". I asked with a wide grin

"Oh, Shut up" Harry replied, his normally confident demeanour quickly returning.

We both still hadn't moved, infact we were a bit closer than how we were a couple of minutes before.

Stood there and staring into Harry's eyes whilst endlessly smiling couldn't be more perfect.

A quick flicker momentarily distracted the both of us and then the main kichten light turned on with Ron in his scruffed up pajamas, a terrified expression on his face whislt he stood at the door.

"They're coming. The spiders...They're planning to get me!" Ron suddenly exclaimed

Harry and I exchanged odd yet confused looks before Harry unraveled his hand from the side of my waist and walked over to a frantic Ron.

"He's known for sleep walking and well sleep talking." Harry explained with a reassuring expression but with what seemed like a tone of disappointment.

"Well the two of us are off to bed, good night Y/N".

Harry flashed me a quick smile before he departed upstairs, a dreamy Ron following beside him.

This was the second time one of "my moments" with Harry had been ruined and while I couldn't blame either of the intruders, it would've been quite nice if they hadn't.

The same sense of disappointment from the "bathroom incident" lingered around.

Although Harry was most obviously one of my bestfriends, these little moments made him feel different, it made him hold a different title compared to Ron and Hermione.

After a few minutes of consideration, I headed off to bed. Surprisingly sleeping well after an hour of doubt, disappointment and thought.

------------------------------------------------------------Heyy guys 4th chapter here!
Quite a short chapter compared to the others but I still hope you enjoyed.
And as always I appreciate any support<3
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