Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 44

"I can't believe we're doing this."

"What? It's not like anybody else is going to be here."

I tilt my head back slightly and laugh as me and Harry make our way through the entrance of the quidditch pitch, revealing the lit-up stadium. As I look around, I realize that I had never actually been on the field before, aside from the time Harry had given me a quidditch lesson last year. I shudder at the memory and push it aside. 

It's pitch black outside. As I stare at the dark sky, which is littered with stars, I admire how beautiful this night is. Me and Harry walk side by side, his hand intertwined with mine. It's moments like these where I feel the most like myself- away from prying eyes- moments where it is just the two of us. With him, I don't have to put on a facade. I can let my guard down. 

When we are alone, it feels like we are the only two people in the world. 

I glance at Harry, studying his face before quickly averting my gaze. I scold myself when I feel my face go slightly pink. 

Get it together, Y/n. 

We make our way to the middle of the pitch. I let out a sigh of relief when I realize that we really are the only people in the stadium. Harry slowly lowers himself to the ground and lays on his back, gesturing for me to do the same. I oblige, and suddenly, we are laying on the grass, side by side as we both stare at the sky. 

It's quiet for a moment. I inch closer to Harry and rest my hand on his stomach, putting my legs on top of his. He puts his arm around me and pulls me closer, glancing at me and smiling softly. My gaze meets his, and his smile widens at this. 

"What are you thinking about?" I ask quietly, running a hand through his hair absentmindedly. 

"You're so beautiful, Y/n," he whispers, refusing to tear his eyes away from mine. He looks at me with such intensity that it's difficult not to look away. After a moment, I finally find the strength to avert my gaze. 

"You know..." I start, hesitating for a moment to find the right words, "... I feel like I've changed since I've met you."

Harry's eyebrows furrow at this. He tilts his head slightly to the side and straightens. "In a good way, or...?"

"Good," I say quickly. I then allow a small smile, my gaze softening. "In a very, very good way."

"I suppose that's true," Harry says, a smug look on his face as he eyes me, "you were quite mean before."

"Not true!" I protest, a laugh escaping my lips, although I know deep down that he's right. Going into my fourth year, I was nearly as loathed by the Gryffindors as Malfoy was. Although I wasn't the bully that he was, that didn't stop my classmates from disliking me. I grin as I lean in closer to Harry, tugging gently at the collar of his shirt, causing a nervous look to cross his face. "Well, maybe just a little bit."

Harry doesn't say anything in response. He lays back down onto the floor, and I rest my head on his chest. When I place my hand on his stomach, I can hear his heart beat quicken. He swallows hard. 

 "I thought you were brilliant today, you know," he finally says after a long pause. I look at him, confused, and he adds, "Helping out at the meeting earlier today." A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "I think people are starting to see that you aren't too bad."

"Merlin's beard, I hope so," I groan. "I think all of your friends hate me, according to Lovegood."

"That's not true!" Harry defends. However, there's a long moment of silence as he thinks hard about it. "Hermione likes you."