𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞? (Harry potter x reader)

Chapter - 13

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"Come on, Har! What's taking you so long?" Rose called from behind the door, her voice tinged with both impatience and amusement.

"Coming! I just-ugh, I can't get this ruddy tie on!" Harry grumbled from inside, frustration evident as he wrestled with the red tie that seemed determined to make his morning more difficult.

A moment later, the door swung open, and there stood Harry, brow furrowed in concentration, his fingers still fumbling with the stubborn knot. The look of mild exasperation on his face was almost endearing, and Rose had to stifle a laugh.

Without hesitation, Rose stepped forward and lightly tapped the top of his head. "Honestly, Potter. You've defeated dark wizards, but a tie? Really?" she teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Harry let out a sheepish chuckle, his green eyes meeting hers with a mixture of amusement and defeat. "Yeah, well, this thing clearly has it out for me," he mumbled, shaking his head as if the tie were a real adversary.

With practiced ease, Rose brushed his hands aside and took over. Her fingers deftly worked the fabric, looping it and pulling the knot tight with a level of care that made Harry pause. He couldn't help but admire the way her brow furrowed in concentration, her lips pursed slightly in focus, and the gentle touch of her hands.

"There, all sorted," Rose said, giving the tie a final tug before smoothing it against his chest. She glanced up at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Harry looked down at the perfectly tied knot, then back at her, grinning. "Thanks. Honestly, what would I do without you?"

"Well, you'd be a mess at every formal event, that's for sure," Rose quipped, giving his shirt collar a playful pat. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, but her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, her eyes softening.

Harry caught the look and flashed her a crooked smile. "You know, you're pretty good at this. Maybe you missed your calling as a professional tie-fixer," he teased, leaning forward to close the distance between them.

Rose rolled her eyes but leaned into him anyway, her warm chuckle sending a shiver down his spine. "Maybe I did," she mused, "but for now, I'm content being your personal tie assistant."

Harry chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I think I can live with that arrangement."

Just as he started to lean in closer, Rose playfully pushed him back. "Not now, Potter," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We have classes to attend, and you're already making us late."

Harry groaned dramatically, his shoulders slumping. "Ugh, right. Classes," he muttered, but the grin never left his face as he followed Rose out of their dorm.

As they walked down the hall, he couldn't help but fall a step behind, watching her with a fond smile. No matter what the day had in store, he felt lucky to have her by his side-especially when it came to ties.

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The evening sky had deepened into shades of purple and orange as Rose and Harry returned to their apartment, both unusually quiet. The weight of the day's events hung between them-exams, meetings with professors, and the general stress of being in their final year at Hogwarts.

As soon as they stepped through the door, Harry tossed his bag to the floor, running a hand through his already messy hair. "What a bloody day," he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

Rose sighed in agreement, slipping off her shoes and padding barefoot across the wooden floor. "I swear, if McGonagall gives us one more essay, my brain might actually melt."