I've been reading the HP series, and I just decided to do a little X reader for your/mine enjoyment. I hope that you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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"GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat screams out, popping off of your head. The Gryffindor table explodes with applause. They all call out your name and usher you over to their table. You end up smack dab in between two boys with brown hair. Harry Potter sits diagonal from you with a wide grin on his face.
"It's a pleasure," Hermione says to you, a soft smile on her face. Ron, on the other hand, asks you if you like Quidditch. When you tell him you've never even seen a game before, he grabs at his chest as if he's having a heartattack. But there's no time for much talk because the rest of the first years are being Sorted into their Houses.
Finally, when it's all over and the day is coming to an end, Harry walks up to you.
"I had a feeling you would be joining us," he says, laughing. "Welcome to Gryffindor, Y/N."
You feel your cheeks grow warm. "Thank you, Harry."
Hermione saddles up next to Harry. "I hope that you'll enjoy Charms. I enjoyed learning about-"
"Oh, hush!" Ron shouts, throwing his hands up in the air. "Do you always have to talk about academics? The important thing here is that Y/N has never seen a Quidditch game!"
"I didn't even know what Quidditch was before I came here," Harry adds.
Ron waves Harry away. "Never mind that." Ron ropes an arm around your shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll make sure that you watch Harry play this year. He's the best Seeker Hogwarts as seen in a long time, you know."
You listened to Ron talk on and on about Quidditch as the four of you made your way up to the dormitories. He tried to explain the rules, but you only got confused. Still, you didn't say anything. In fact, you were barely listening. The entire time you kept sneaking glances at Harry, who was watching you as well with a small smile on his face.
He'll never like me, though. I'm only a first year. He's a third year! You glance over at Hermione. Surely he would be more interested in her. Besides, what would the famous Harry Potter want with you anyway? You were just a normal girl who happened to have a little magic flowing through your veins. Surely...
The group reached the dormitories. Ron and Hermione said goodbye to you. Harry told Ron he'd be up there in a minute then turned to face you. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, and gave grinned.
"I hope your first day at Hogwarts has been everything you hoped it would be," Harry whispers. "I'm sure we'll become great friends." He ponders what he said for a moment, his forehead wrinkling. "Although I'm probably not the most safest friend to have. You probably know that I'm Harry Potter." You nod. "I've known all along. It's hard not to know who Harry Potter is. Even with Muggle parents, I still knew about you."
Harry nods stiffly, a shadow reaching his eyes. He jerks out of the dark trance a few seconds later, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Well, I'll be seeing you then." He gives you another smile that makes you weak at the knees. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." He walks away, leaving you standing there.
You smile. "You too," you whisper before heading up into the dormitory.
