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A KISS - HARRY POTTER
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[𝓨/𝓝] FELT A COOL WINTER BREEZE touch the warmth of her cheeks. She tied up her hair in a low bun using her wand to keep her hair in place, all while sniggering away with her friends, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and Ginny Weasley.
"Ginny!" a voice yelled from behind. They all turned around to find a sweaty Dean Thomas followed behind Ron Weasley and Harry Potter himself.
"Oh look here comes the chosen one," [y/n] muttered loudly enough for Harry to hear.
"Hello to you too [y/n]," Harry chirped, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
Ginny went over to go kiss Dean, "Do you guys wanna go head over to The Three Broomsticks? I could really use a butterbeer right now," Luna asked, Hermione nodded while Ron let out a low grunt of approval.
"What do you say [y/n]?" Harry said tightening his grip on [y/n].
"I say get off of me Potter!" [y/n] retorted, pushing him away.
[y/n] rolled her eyes, "Fine, we'll go, but only to get away from that." She said gesturing towards Dean and Ginny who were happily sucking each other's faces off.
All seven of them made their way into The Three Broomsticks. Once they all piled into the small pub, everyone voted for [y/n] and Harry to go grab the drinks while the others went to go find a table.
"Of course it has to be me and Harry." [y/n] retorted before storming off to the bar, shortly followed by Harry.
"Seven butterbeers please," she asked politely handing Madame Rosmerta, the pub owner, two galleons. As they were both waiting for their butterbeers, Harry leaned against the bar and struck up a conversation with [y/n]. "Why don't you like me?"
[y/n] shot Harry a look and groaned in disgust, "You're childish and full of yourself Harry. We're in our sixth year and I'm pretty sure I know a few first years who are more mature than you." [y/n] explained tapping her foot impatiently.
"So by immature, you mean like this?" Harry asked before grabbing the wand out of hair, "Harry James Potter! Give me my wand back right now!" She whined, trying to grab her wand from his grasp.
"What?" Harry asked innocently, smirking.
Madame Rosmerta shook her head and placed the seven mugs of butterbeer on a small tray before walking off, "I swear if I had my wand right now I'd hex you. Give. It. Back." [y/n] said through gritted teeth.
"Looks like someone getting mad." Harry replied brightly, "Well I best be off, I believe we have a few butterbeers to deliver." Harry said before swiftly walking away, taking the tray of butterbeer along with her wand.
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Later that night, [y/n] sat in the Gryffindor Common Room (still wandless may I remind you) working on an essay for Herbology. Not watching where she placed her arm, [y/n] knocked the bottle of ink all of her paper.
She reached for her wand before realizing it wasn't there, "God damnit Harry!" [y/n] yelled, earning looks from the remaining Gryffindors. [y/n] gave them an apologetic smile before heading up to the boy's dormitory in search of her wand.
[y/n] finally found Harry's dorm and knocked on the door two times before he finally answered, "[y/n] is that you?" Harry asked, his voice rather raspy, sending shivers down [y/n]'s spine.
"I'd like to have my wand back." [y/n] said crossing her arms.
"Okay give me a second, wait here," Harry said going back into his room to retrieve her wand. A few seconds later, Harry came back, with her wand in hand.
"Thanks, I should get going." [y/n] said drily before reaching to grab her wand.
"Not so fast, I want something in return," Harry said raising his arm higher so her wand was out of her reach.
"And what is that?" [y/n] asked, crossing her arms.
"A kiss," Harry stated a matter of factly.
[y/n] felt the warmth of the blush crawl up her neck, "W-What? No."
"Well I guess you won't be getting this back," Harry said smugly, twirling her wand in his hands.
"Fine, but make it quick Potter," [y/n] said feeling her blush turn into a burning flame.
"I know you want to."
"Shut up Harry and let's just get it over wi-"
Before [y/n] could finish her sentence, Harry leaned in and kissed her. His soft plump lips caressing her soft delicate ones. She pulled away, leaving him both breathless and speechless. [y/n] smiled and snatched her wand from his hand, "Goodnight Harry," She whispered into his ear, before walking back down the stairs, leaving him standing there stupidly.
AUTHORS NOTE: Feel free to comment down a HP character you want me to make another imagine about, I'm fresh out of ideas. Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter it means a lot to me :)
