ONESHOTS | harmione

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I collapsed on the sofa in the Head Gryffindor Common Room. My books tumbled onto the floor, but I didn't care at this point. I was exhausted.

The door to the boy Dormitory opened, and Harry came strutting down into the Common Room. He ran a hand through his silky raven hair, brushing it slightly to the side.

"Hey, Mione..." He chuckled when he noticed how tired I looked.

"Hey," I replied, yawning in the process.

Harry laughed. "You should go take a shower and then get to bed. From the looks of it, you need one more than me."

I smiled at Harry, holding my hands out, and demanding him to help me up. He smirked at me and began carefully picking my textbooks up from the ground, and returning them into my satchel. "Thanks, Harry," I muttered, turning to walk into the bathroom that we shared.

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The steamy and relaxing water rushed down my back, sending me into a state of serenity.

You're gone and I got to stay high all the time.

To keep you off my mind.

My voice flowed out, being muffled by the sound of the water. I continued singing, completely oblivious to the smirking boy that was listening from outside.

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I stumbled out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of comfy shorts and a sweatshirt. To my surprise, Harry was sitting down on my bed, twiddling his thumbs.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" I asked, impatiently, my foot repeatedly tapping the floor.

He smirked as a response and ignored my question. "I heard you singing."

My cheeks immediately filled with a bright red color. Upon looking at my face, he chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, you sounded great. I was just wondering who you were singing about?" I bite my lip nervously, knowing that my made up story wouldn't be believable.

"That is none of your concern. Now, if you really don't mind, I would appreciate it if you left."

"Sorry, I mind. I'm not leaving until you tell me who you fancy." Harry said, patting the spot beside him.

I hesitantly sat down beside him, a playful glare resting on my face.

"Tell me!" He prodded, his elbows poking my sides.

"You'll laugh at me."

"I won't."

"Fine." I huffed, "but this person will never like me back."

"I bet they already do. Whoever it is, they sure are lucky." He exclaimed, with his famous Potter grin, that made my insides melt.

"Ok, promise you won't be upset." I sighed, knowing perfectly well that I would have to do this.

"I promise."

"You-" I mumbled under my breath, turning away from him slightly.

"Me?"

"Yeah...I'm sorry-" I started to say, being interrupted by the feeling of his lips on mine.

"No need to apologize, Mione." He smirked, interlacing our fingers together.

For once, I smiled a genuine smile. Maybe, I should have done this sooner.