Harry Potter Imagines

02 - h.p

Earlier today, Harry played a quidditch match against Ravenclaw, snatching the snitch at just the right time, securing yet another win for Gryffindor.

As always, there was a celebratory party afterwards in the Gryffindor common room. It quickly got hot and stuffy in there, so once it calmed down a little, you and Harry managed to slip away.

Late-night walks around the castle with Harry are one of your favourite parts of being at Hogwarts. You've both felt yourself growing closer to one another recently, and as of right now, you're not too sure what's going on between you, but you like the direction it's heading in.

"Y'know, Harry, I was really proud of you today. I felt like a proud mum." As the words leave your mouth, you instantly regret them. Why did you refer to yourself as his mum?

Harry laughs, shaking his head. "Please don't refer to yourself as my mum ever again."
"Sorry, it just slipped out." You laugh along with him.
"Yeah, it would be a bit weird if I fancied my mum."
You snap your head in his direction, only to see him already looking at you. "You fancy me?"
"I thought that was obvious, Y/N." He shrugs, his hand brushing yours as you walk along.

Feeling brave, you take his hand in your own. "Well, I fancy you too, by the way."
"Oh yeah, I know. Of course you do." He wiggles his eyebrows, making you laugh again.

As you walk around the castle grounds, you talk about the most random things, from eventful stories from your day to what you would call your pet dragon if you had one.

The longer you walk, the later it gets and the colder it gets too. You feel a chill down your spine, making you shiver.
Harry feels this and stops walking, turning to face you. "Are you cold?"
"N-no." Your teeth chatter, giving you away. Harry raises his eyebrows. "Okay, maybe I'm a little bit cold."
"Do you want to go back inside?" He asks.
"No!" You shout, making Harry chuckle. "I mean, no, not yet."

Letting go of your hand, he begins to take his quidditch jumper off. Wordlessly, he hands it to you. You push his hands away. "I can't take that! You'll be cold then."
"Rather me than you." He lifts your arms in the air and puts the jumper on you himself. Your arm gets stuck in an awkward position, sending you both into a fit of giggles.

Eventually, you manage to get the jumper on, and you continue your walk. This time, as you're slowly walking, heading back up to the castle, Harry wraps his arm around your shoulder as you wrap yours around his waist, with your head on his shoulder.

When you reach the common room, it's been so long that it's deserted, with everyone having gone to bed. You begin to take Harry's jumper off when he stops you. "Keep it for now."
"Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't say it if I wasn't." He wraps you in a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. "Night Y/N."
"Night Harry." You smile at him as you both head up to bed.

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The next morning, you wake up to see no one in your dorm room. Sitting up straight away, you look at your bedside clock and see that there's only 10 minutes of breakfast left. You vaguely remember Hermione trying to wake you up, but you must have rolled back over and gone back to sleep.

Hurriedly getting out of bed, you throw the first thing you find over your pyjamas, slip your slippers on, and walk as fast as you can out of the common room and down the stairs.

Walking into the great hall, you see Harry sitting with Ron and Hermione. Harry spots you and waves, gesturing to the empty space next to him. You rush over, sitting down, slightly out of breath.
"Morning." Harry grins. "How come you're so late?"
"Morning Harry. I guess I just had a bit of a late night, that's all." You smiled back.

Looking across the table, you see Ron smirking, and Hermione looks like she's trying to hold in a laugh. "What's up with you two?" You ask, shaking your head fondly.
"Mm nothing." Hermione says.
"Nice jumper." Ron snickers, making Hermione give in to her giggles.
"What do you me-" You look down, confused; that's when you realise that the jumper you threw on this morning is the very same jumper Harry gave to you last night. "Oh." A blush creeps up your cheeks as you start grabbing food as a distraction.

"Are you two finally dating then?" Ron asks, waving his fork between you and Harry.
Exchanging a glance with you, Harry begins to blush too, clearing his throat before he responds. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you've been telling me you're going to ask Y/N out for ages now, and I just assumed because she was wearing your quidditch jumper—ouch! What was that for?" He leans down, rubbing his shin.
Glancing at Harry, you see him widen his eyes at Ron, mouthing at him to shut up.

"Is that true, Harry?" Your voice comes out as a whisper.
"Well, um, I mean, I guess? Yeah? Yeah. Yes, it's true." He looks down, embarrassed.
Nudging him gently, he looks back at you. "You should know that I'd say yes, by the way."
"O-oh! Okay! That's great." He beams, his cheeks a deep red.

"See, what did I tell you?" Ron says with his mouth full. "Told you she likes you." A piece of toast thrown by Harry hits him on the side of the head. Ron blinks a few times while you and Hermione just look at him in shock before the four of you burst into laughter. You get a few funny looks, but at that moment in time, none of you could care less.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
hiii!!!

this is another one written a while back haha but I still think it's sweet!

hope you enjoyed
and
thank you for reading!
- mia💌