Fanfiction Imagines

Harry Potter #2

           The sun was shining through the oaks as I sat on the wooden bench. The Black Lake was nearby and I had a clear view of the other students throwing bread to the birds. One bird in particular stood out. A mockingbird. My spirt animal. I do so much for others but I get nothing in return. Sure, I get the pleasure of being kind to people,  but no one does the same to me except when my best friend is being my best friend which is all the time. I almost laughed myself for being so verbose in my brain.

        Being in my fifth year, I go to the lake and read during my free time and think. I need my quiet time or my opposite being will some out and I'll scream at everyone in sight. I've always had trouble with my emotions. Somedays I feel like I'm the queen of my world and somedays I want to cry my eyes out. 

     A black haired boy approached me and taking into account that I'm slouching and being shy, I straighten my back and wipe my cheeks. 

"Hello, Harry." I smile at the sight of his kind facial features. 

"Hey, Y/N, mind if I sit?" He stares long and hard at me with his turquoise eyes. He's such a sweet boy, taking his time to talk to me when he has the entire Wizarding World to worry about. I shake my head and he plops himself down next to me, our eyes locking once again. 

"I've always loved to come here and be in peace," I say. Harry stares at me again, long and hard. ;) (hehe that sounds so bad)

"I know you do. I've always admired how you take the time to be by yourself," Harry said. "Can I rant about something, Y/N, do you mind?" He smiles nervously. 

I already know what he's going to say, but I nod. 

"I feel like I'm denying myself my rights to peacefulness. You make it your priority to come out here and be in peace with yourself and I always end up in some kind of situation every year. I'm gonna be honest with you Y/N. I'm tired." He has a sorta of glimmer in his eye when he spoke about how I take time for myself. I can tell that he really does admire me and he's not just saying that. 

"I understand you, Harry, more than you know yourself. I know it sounds stalker-ish, but you are a lot like me. I don't have anyone to save or anything so I do what I need to stay true to myself. You, Harry, and like me in that way, but you've got shit to worry about so you're sorta screwed in that sense." I cover my mouth. 'Shit'. "Sorry. I don't cuss-" I look over at Harry and he's laughing. 

"It's fine Y/N. I get it. You're right. Once this is all over, I'm going to come here every day and sit with you in peace." He takes my hand in his. "Can I try something?" 

I nod. 

"Close your eyes." He rubs my wrist with his thumb. I close my eyes. 

Soft lips press on mine and I kiss back, loving the sensation. I didn't just feel happy and excited in the moment, I felt like I wasn't alone anymore.