Harry Potter Characters Oneshots

Harry × Reader

  Part 1

  Harry sat beside his door, tapping a tune on the wood. Every time he stops, he can't hear (his/her) fake laugh from downstairs. (He/She) came for him, which warmed his heart. Not to be annoyed by Dudley, who thinks (F/N) came for him.

The possibilities float through his mind. He could walk downstairs and pull (F/N) away in an act of rebellion. He can make racket, causing the Dursley's to run up here as (F/N) makes a escape, Harry following. That's really the only choices.

Harry goes for rebellion, after making a list of pros and cons in his mind. Sure, the Dursley's will be mad, but he'll get to go on a short trip to the bookstore with his (boyfriend/girlfriend). And that's what he woke up for.

After getting ready, he silently makes his way down the stairs to where Dudley and (F/N) play chess. Or rather, (F/N) teaching Dudley how to play. His aunt and uncle sit on the couch, watching a crappy show.

All he has to do is walk to the chess table and take (F/N) by the hand, which seems to be quite simple. He's battled a lizard man with just a stick. He can most certainly do this.

Not holding anything back, he walks from his hidden position right towards (F/N). His cousin glares at him, and his uncle yells at him. Harry takes (his/her) hand and pulls (him/her) away, out the door before his "family" even understands what happened.

They keep walking till they're a few houses away. Then, as (F/N) giggles about the scene, they rearrange their hands to a comfortable position. They began a slow walk towards the book store, a couple miles away.

"That was adorable, Harry. Might I say," you sigh as you look around. September is just a week away, and they weather seems to catch the drift. It's rather nice today. Nice enough go wear your favorite beanie.

Harry grunts as he let's go of your hand and wraps his arm around your waist. You two walk silently, looking around at identical houses.

"Are you going to that boarding school again this year, Harry?" You whisper. It's alot of work to date Harry. He has to sneek out or stomp out for you two to hang. You need to bring food because they never feed him (even though Harry tells you not to, you do anyways. And he's thankful.) And he leaves for more than 3/4 of the year. And you know Harry misses you. The problem is, at school dances, you're all alone. And when someone asks you out, you say you already have a boyfriend, but no one believes you. You want Harry to be with you. Even if you are being selfish.

Harry takes in a sharp breath. "Y-Yeah. But this year, then one more, and I'm all yours!" He cries. It's hard bringing it up. This problem. Last night, he had a dream you two broke up because of Hogwarts. He woke up with tears streaming down his face. He's complained to Ron thousands of times about how he's not allowed home to visit. And he knows if he doesn't start giving (F/N) more hope, (he/she) might just give up. And Harry's not sure if he can live through that

You nod, looking forward. You can feel your boyfriend's eyes on you, but pretend you don't. Two more years. About twenty months without Harry. Four with. You've gotten far, but it's getting harder every year. But breaking up won't help. You'll still miss him. The problem is that you care for him, no matter if you're together or not. You won't get away from this pain for two years. And it's going to be tough.

The rest of the trip is filled with little jokes and kisses, trying to forget that next week, Harry will be away from you for another ten months. And luckily, you might just see him over Christmas break. But it's a low chance. Harry is always stuck inside for Christmas, and can rarely leave without being caught. If he evens comes. Sometimes he stays with his friends or at his school.

Sometimes you wonder if he even cares that you're still here, waiting for him to come home.

A/N oh look two a night go taz. Anyways, I woke up at 2 for some reason and it's 4:32 and I'm not going to sleep anytime soon. I might not update again tonight but I will try to write something tomorrow. Thanks for reading! That last sentence is so sad... ahhhhh.