the boys of harry potter imagines.

harry potter.

harry stood close behind her,
cracking his knuckles as she buried her face in the book in front of her.
harry had fought dragons, merpeople, and even you-know-who,
but yet the most intimidating person was the teenage girl in front of him.
he swallowed the knot that took over his throat and sat in front of her,
watching her eyes lift from the parchment quickly and back,
"hey harry."
"h-hey,"
he muttered,
watching her quill quickly move along.
"how are you?"
"quite well. i-uh-i wanted to ask you something."
she stopped writing and looked up from her paper,
setting her quill down.
"did hermione tell you about blaise and i?"
he stopped shaking for a moment and rose an eyebrow,
"uh.. yeah?"
the boy spoke with confusion hinting at his voice,
he had never heard about y/n and blaise but he was curious now.
"don't listen to her, please. it's nothing. he just asked me to the ball."
his heart leaped into his throat.
the silence overcame them,
the only noise being the crackle of the fire behind them.
"i said no, if that's what you're worried about."
he let out a breath of relief,
one he didn't know he was holding.
"why'd you say no?"
"because i don't want to go with him."
he nodded in understanding of her sharp tone,
looking around the room as he tried to build up courage.
"who do you want to go with?"
she smiled and picked up her quill again,
dipping it in ink.
"is this what you wanted to ask me? about the ball? figured it'd be something about divination or-or potions."
"well if you're offering help i won't say no."
the two chuckled in the quiet common room before he cleared his throat of the cowardice that was beginning to take over.
"go to the ball with me,"
he spoke abruptly,
making y/n giggle.
"are you asking or telling me?"
"w-well it's your decision after all."
"i'm only kidding. i was wondering when you'd get around to asking me,"
her smile laid still,
watching the words on her page lengthen.
"so is that-is that a yes?"
"of course. i'd love to go with you harry."
"great!"
he celebrated,
but before he knew it,
it all came crashing down.
"just at friends, right?"
he was stuck in shock for a moment before nodding quickly,
"yeah yeah. of course. just as friends."
"sounds good. now, let's see your planetary chart."
***
the next day was a gloomy day for the boy,
the weather matching his mood.
"so did you ask her?"
ron asked eagerly the next morning at breakfast,
smiling like a child.
"yeah i did."
"and she said?"
"she said yes."
"that's great, mate!"
"only as friends though."
ron's mood seemed to lower to harry's level,
"that sucks."
"yeah it does."
the conversation was cut short as y/n and hermione joined their table,
chatting amongst themselves.
"sorry we're late. got a little distracted with our work."
ron rolled his eyes,
"of course."
"don't be rude, ronald,"
hermione spat.
"only joking.."
he shrugged with a slight tint to his cheeks.
"so, everyone here has dates to the ball correct?"
"oh! y/n!"
hermione squealed,
grabbing her hands excitedly.
"you have a date?"
she questioned.
"as of last night."
"who?!"
"harry and i are going."
"just as friends though,"
harry was sure to slide in,
watching hermione's mood fall just as ron's had.
"well, we better get going.. with uh-class and all,"
ron shrugged,
walking out of the great hall alongside harry.
"as friends?"
hermione asked with an exasperated expression.
"yes?"
"can't you see he likes you?"
"harry potter? hermione i think you might be a little sleep deprived."
"i am not! look at how upset he was, y/n. he likes you! you're the first person he runs to when he needs help with anything, he definitely prefers your company over ron and i, he always chooses you as his partner for class work. need i go on?"
"yes please because it just sounds like we're good classmates."
"fine,"
she spoke a little more irritated this time.
"he's always the first to laugh at your jokes, he always leans in to hear your stories intently, he's late to class almost all the time because he walks you to class, he's always worried about your wellbeing. y/n, you cannot deny it!"
something in y/n clicked as she began to recall events where harry was a little more affectionate with her than the rest of the group.
"bloody hell hermione... how thick could i be?!"
y/n exclaimed,
her eyes wide.
hermione sat back proudly and nodded her head,
"suppose you should get to fixing things with him. but after class! come on y/n, or we're gonna be late."
***
y/n couldn't focus in her classes,
all day she thought about harry and how he'd been the first to rush to her aid when she fell off her broomstick,
his hands holding her gently and with such care.
or how he had stayed with her in the hospital wing the week she had the flu,
she had begged him to go to the dorm to sleep but he persisted,
"i'll be with you until you're better."
she recalled.
how could i have been so dumb!
"are you alright? you seem a little loopy,"
harry whispered from the desk next to her,
"yeah. i'm alright. can i talk to you after class?"
he sat up in worry before nodding his head.
his mind began to think the worst.
what if she had decided to go with blaise?
or what if she just didn't want to go with him anymore?
his heart was pounding outside his chest while he left the class,
eyeing her outside the door.
"about the yule ball. i-i don't wanna go as friends anymore. can i-can i be your actual date?"
she asked,
fumbling with her fingers.
harry knew this was a nervous habit of hers,
which brought a smile to his face.
"of course."
she nodded her head and pulled him into a hug,
kissing his cheek.
"we'll have to prepare for the champions dance!"
she called out,
walking to her next class.
he stood frozen,
his cheeks pink.
"c-champions dance?"
he mumbled to himself,
before finally getting a move on.
***
"have you figured out the second task?"
y/n asked,
trying to guide their bodies rhythmically.
harry stared at their feet,
stuttering to answer the question.
"uh.. uh y-yeah."
"hey,"
she spoke softly,
stopping their dance.
"just look at me, okay? you'll catch on easier."
"i don't know, y/n. i don't dance."
"but you will. just focus on me. not our feet, me. let the music guide you."
he nodded his head,
although the wasn't quite sure what was going on.
the music continued and their eyes were locked.
it was easier than he thought,
swaying their bodies left and right,
twirling her.
once she was closer to his chest,
her stomach began to fill with nerves that made her limbs go numb.
once the music stopped,
they stood still for a moment,
still in each other's embrace.
"see? wasn't so hard, was it? you think too much,"
she spoke at a soft level,
which made him swoon.
"yeah well, if it hadn't been for you.."
she smiled proudly with a glint to her eyes,
making his heart skip several beats.
y/n was the girl of his dreams,
as cliche as it sounded,
she was everything he had ever imagined in a woman.
"are you alright, harry?"
she asked from across the room,
taking notice of his standstill position.
"yeah, definitely. just worried about the second task is all."
"don't you have it figured out?"
"...no."
y/n's jaw dropped before she made his way over to him,
crossing her arms.
"harry!"
"what! i had a lot going on."
she sighed and nodded her head before sitting on the couch,
harry joining her.
"well... i saw cedric going to the prefects bathroom on the fifth floor. he had his egg. don't suppose that means anything?"
"probably,"
he began to think before questioning the girl,
"what were you doing near the prefects bathroom?"
"... it's nice in there. very relaxing. go in there after tests sometimes,"
she admitted.
"get your egg. i'll take you."
***
"well you heard myrtle. get in!"
y/n spoke as she began turning the faucet,
bubbles covering the water.
harry shuffled his feet,
looking around shyly.
"ill turn around and close my eyes, harry."
he watched her before stripping himself of the clothes,
getting into the warm bath.
y/n soon walked over to where he laid relaxingly with his eyes closed,
soon splashing his face.
he jumped and hurried to cover himself,
although the bubbles did the job for him.
"relax, will you? i'm not here to look, just here to help."
he swallowed hard and nodded his head,
letting the tension leave his shoulders.
"now, open your egg under the water,"
she instructed carefully,
watching him sink.
after a few minutes he came up,
explaining.
she nodded her head but all she could focus on was the long eyelashes that harry had,
his wet hair making him all the more attractive.
she watched the water drip off his chin,
before he spoke;
"why are you looking at me like that?"
"i don't know. you look good."
he was taken back by her compliment before smiling,
"thanks. you too."
she pushed the wet hair out of his eyes and smiled sheepishly,
leaning in.
he was just as eager as she was,
placing his lips on hers.
harry craved the girls touch and felt his skin rise at the feeling of her so close to him.
it was magnetic.
he felt like he belonged with her.
"gross!"
myrtle whined loudly,
making the two jump.
"go away, myrtle!"
"fine! since you hate me!"
the two were now left alone,
leaving only their thoughts.
"get in,"
harry suggested quickly,
not knowing what he was saying.
the perfume of the bubbles was clouding his judgement,
and he was drunk off adrenaline and y/n's taste.
but it seemed like a good idea for the time being.
she nodded her head,
sliding her pajama shirt off and then her shorts.
harry's eyes were glued to her body,
wondering how one being could be this perfect.
she was ethereal.
harry almost believed her to be part veela.
she came close to him,
dragging a finger down his jawline.
"are you comfortable?"
he asked quickly.
she answered with the nod her head before leaning in once again,
hungrily attaching their lips.
he was addicting.
y/n knew she'd never grow tired of this feeling.
he backed away slowly and examined her face,
not finding one flaw.
she splashed the water into his face playfully,
watching him do the same thing.
she laughed loudly with excitement backing away from him.
harry moved from his space and went after her,
soon snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her in.
"so quick on your feet, aren't you lover boy?"
she giggled,
sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
"don't want you getting away."
she giggled with excitement and pecked his lips, suggesting they leave before it gets too late.
she was the first to climb out first,
his stare making her body heat up.
water dripped down her perfectly pronounced body,
simpering at the sight of her drenched waist.
she wrapped the towel around her,
turning around quickly.
"no more free shows for you! come on, get out!"
***
"where were you?!"
hermione asked sternly as y/n and harry walked into breakfast late.
"i'm sure y/n was up helping him with classwork."
"something like that,"
harry smirked as they sat down,
y/n's eyes darting at him.
she wasn't sure what came over the two last night,
but she did know he left love bites all down her chest.
hermione turned to y/n,
speaking quietly.
"did you two sneak out?"
"we kissed last night... well actually, more than that but i'll spare you the details."
"you-you kissed him!"
she asked excitedly,
celebrating with y/n before ron interrupted.
"what are we celebrating?"
"nothing,"
y/n shrugged calmly.
"mental, you two are.."
ron shook his head,
harry's eyes still on y/n.
y/n's eyes flickered to the purple bite that laid exposed on his neck,
hinting for him to cover it.
but ron caught on before harry did.
"no way! are you two dating now?"
"well..."
harry smiled with a chuckle to his word,
watching y/n blush.
"and you two are snogging! oh gross!"
"shut up!"
y/n giggled and laid her head down on the table,
harry attempting to cover his obvious smile.
"i'm going to class,"
y/n announced,
rising to her feet.
"i'll come along!"
the black haired boy nodded and caught up with her,
intertwining their hands.
"just couldn't resist could you?"
"me?"
harry gasped,
tilting his neck to show her the mark she left.
"not much i could do with you attached to my neck the way you were."
she laughed cooly,
burying her face in her hands.
they turned the corridor and he pressed her up against the wall,
looking down into her eyes.
"i'm not complaining. i know i left a fair share,"
he grinned,
bending her collar to see the marks that trailed.
"that you did,"
she nodded and pulled him in,
feeling his hands at her waist.
"potter, y/l?"
the voice croaked from afar,
making the two jump back.
she fixed her collar quickly and stood straight,
professor mcgonagall coming into view.
"well! i can't wait to see you two at the ball. i take it your date is mrs l/n, right?"
harry nodded his head quickly before she walked past them,
disappearing.
"you've got to be more careful sir! pinning me up against the walls,"
y/n spoke,
pointing a finger into his chest.
he laughed and kissed her forehead,
nodding his head.
"you're right. just can't seem to keep my hands off of you."