Harry Potter Imagines

[The Cupboard]

The Hallways of the Hogwarts castle grew cold on an evening. Its many open windows and large archway doors to the outside world made it obvious. Considering how big the castle was, it took quite a long time to walk from one end to another. Of course, you had to do this route daily, and had perfected the ways of sneaking around without getting caught. Of course, sometimes Filch changed things around, and would go to one part of the castle that he usually doesn't patrol on a night.

This was one of those nights.

You had been hanging out with your friends in the Gryffindor common room for a few hours after Dinner. However, the four of you had lost track of time and managed to chat right into the early hours of the morning. Harry, being the gentleman that he was, had offered to walk you back to your Common Room.

Things had been weird between you and Harry recently. Since the beginning of the year you had found yourself looking at him differently. Your eyes would linger on him for a bit longer than usual. You found yourself wanting to spend time with him more. When the two of you were close to one an other, you'd have a funny feeling in your stomach. You hadn't thought much about it until you zoned out in class out of boredom, and found yourself staring at him from across the classroom. You couldn't help but think what it would be like to kiss him, what his lips might taste like, how it might feel to have his hands all over you. And that's when you knew, you definitely had a thing for him. You had no idea where these feelings had come from, and to be quite honest they scared you. You and Harry had been friends for years, and you'd never looked at him this way before.

You and Harry walked through the cold hallways, chatting quietly as you did so. And you couldn't help but look down at his hand every so often, thinking whether or not to hold it.

Suddenly, a noise came from the darkness of the hallways and the two of you stopped instantly, looking at each other confused. It was a soft, yet loud enough to hear, meowing of a cat. Your heart dropped and Harry grabbed your arm.
"It's Filch's cat," he whispered, "come on." Harry then grabbed your hand and pulled you with him as the two of you darted for the nearest hiding spot. Luckily, you had just passed the quidditch broomstick cupboard a few minutes ago, and both retraced your steps frantically, climbing into the cupboard and shutting the door behind you.

Harry put his finger to his lips, signaling for you to stay as quiet as possible. You could hear filch trudging around the hallway in his slippers, mumbling to himself. Or maybe he was mumbling to the cat, who knows. You looked up at Harry through your eyelashes. He was staring at the door intently, one arm by his side, the other rested on the wall behind you. It was only then when you had realised the height difference between you and Harry. For some reason, looking up at Harry from your height you felt that weird feeling inside. That same fluttery feeling in your stomach you had felt quite a few times when around him. All you could think about was reaching up and kissing him.

You closed your eyes and looked away, knowing you couldn't and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself. Soon Harry could soon no longer hear Filch walking around outside, but decided it would be safer to stay in the cupboard a little longer just to make sure he was definitely gone.

Little did you know, the entire time the two of you were in the compact, cluttered cupboard, Harry had tried his best to occupy his brain, thinking of anything he possibly could to stop himself from thinking about the fact that your body was pressed against his. Anything to stop himself from thinking about your chest leaning against him, the fact that his crotch was now rubbing against you.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him again. And that was when you felt it. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked up at him. "What are you doing?" You whispered, trying to stay quiet and Harry looked down at you, puzzled.