⊹ ࣪ My chosen one ⊹ ˖ { Harry Potter x Reader }

ᯓ⋆. Year 3 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ You can't be Sirius ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ( start of third year )

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Ron was telling a joke about one of Fred and George's latest pranks, but Harry wasn't really paying attention His eyes kept flickering toward the door, almost like he expected someone to walk through it any second.

Hermione noticed for the third time that Harry had barely laughed at Ron's story. She exchanged a knowing look with Ron before turning to Harry. "She'll be here soon, you know."

Harry snapped his gaze back to his friends, trying and failing to look nonchalant. "What? Who?"

Hermione chuckled softly. "Y/n. You've been glancing at the door every five seconds since we got here."

Ron grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, mate. You've asked about her, what, five times now? 'When's Y/n getting here? Do you think she's coming? Should we go check the street?"

Harry shoved his hands into his pockets. "I have not," he muttered, though his gaze flicked to the door again despite himself.

Before Harry could retort further, the door swung open, and the familiar chime echoed through the room.

Hermione practically bounced in her seat, her face lighting up. "Y/n!" she called out, her voice bright as she quickly got to her feet.

Y/n stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room until they found her friends. Her smile widened as she spotted them, her eyes sparkling in the warm light of the pub. Before she could say a word, Hermione was already rushing over, arms wide open.

"Finally!" Hermione exclaimed, wrapping Y/n in a tight, warm embrace. "I've missed you so much!"

Y/n laughed, hugging her back. "Mione!" She pulled back slightly, keeping her hands on Hermione's shoulders as her smile softened.

Y/n's attention shifted to the table, where Harry and Ron were watching with amused expressions. Her grin grew wider, and she waved them over. "Well? Don't just sit there. Get over here!"

Ron rolled his eyes dramatically as he stood up, grinning. "Alright, alright, no need to get your wand in a knot. I'm coming."

Before Ron could reach her, Y/n darted past him with a laugh and hugged Harry instead, catching him off guard. It was a quick hug, but the warmth lingered as she pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Miss me?" she asked playfully.

Harry smirked, attempting to act casual despite the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not at all," he replied, though the glint in his eyes betrayed him.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-huh, sure you didn't," she teased, giving him a light nudge. There was something effortlessly familiar about their banter, the kind of connection that felt like it had always been there, unchanged by time or distance.

As she stood there, however, Y/n paused for a moment, her eyes lingering on Harry. "Has he... gotten taller?" she thought, tilting her head slightly. He wasn't the same scrawny kid she remembered from last year. He looked more grown up, his shoulders a little broader, his features sharper, more defined. And that stupidly adorable smile he always had plastered on his lips.

For his part, Harry was having similar thoughts. As Y/n stood in front of him, laughing and teasing Ron, Harry noticed how different she looked. Her hair had grown a little longer, and the soft light of the morning glow seemed to make her appear almost... unreal. And her eyes... I could get lost in them. They were like a warm embrace. There was something ethereal about her, like she wasn't quite of this world. "She's even more beautiful than I remember...if that was even possible, " he thought, his heart skipping a beat. Her smile was angelic, lighting up her whole face in a way that made Harry's breath catch. "She looks... unreal, like some kind of angel." The thought came unbidden, and he felt warmth spread through him, leaving him momentarily dazed.

"Blimey, Harry, how are you still standing after a hug like that? I thought she'd have knocked you flat by now!" Ron's voice broke through Harry's thoughts, and he quickly schooled his features back into nonchalance, though the lingering warmth from Y/n's hug and the way she looked still left him feeling a little off-kilter, Harry's cheeks flushing a soft crimson.

Y/n rolled her eyes, turning to punch Ron lightly on the arm. "Oh, shut it, Ronald. You're just jealous. I didn't hug you first."

Ron clutched his chest dramatically. "Oi! That cuts deep. Where's my hug, then?"

Y/n smirked, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I'll make it up to you later. Just don't go getting all mushy on me now."

Ron grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Mushy? Me? Never! I'm a tough wizard, remember?"

Hermione chimed in, a teasing smile on her face. "Sure, Ron. The same tough wizard who cried during the last Quidditch match when they lost?"