Harry Potter Imagines

Love Me Like A Sister - pt. 9

You slept. You slept like a rock, not moving and taking in shallow breaths, meanwhile Harry held his coffee in his palms and sat on the armchair in front of you, watching this beautiful creature in her sleep.

Your hair has grown longer since he has last laid his eyes on them. Their colour was more natural and he could see the dye only on the tips of your hair. He simpered at the memory of the first time he saw you with dyed hair. It was fourth year of Hogwarts and you continued with it for a year until it drove Hermione up the wall and you finally decided to let your natural hair outgrow the dye. It started with a joke, to which he continued with teasing you about dying your hair and he never truly thought that you would do such a thing but fourth year came and you were wearing those hair with a bright smile on your lips, directed only to him. He was shocked yet excitment was pushing through him. Nobody could pull confidence as much as you did.

Except now when he saw you. Years later, your eyes were drowning and your smile was forced, it only let him wonder how could that same fourth year turn into a sorrowful woman.

The answer was clear. It was he who did that.

But despite the guilt he was feeling the memory of you and those dyed hair still lingered in his mind.

*flashback*

' "Like what you see, Potter?" you asked as you jumped on the sofa next to him.

He could only stare at your hair and laugh. "You've actually done it?"

"Obviously." you rolled your eyes and pushed the books that laid in between the two of you. "It was your idea. Why are you acting so surprised?" you teased and he continued to laugh.

"I never thought you'd go through with it.." '

*end of flashback*

"What are you smiling about?" you said as you saw that same boy looking at his steaming coffee and smiling like a fool.

His head shot up and his eyes spread themselves wide. He quirked a corner of his mouth and said. "The time you completely changed your hair and Hermione went completely barmy."

You smiled at his answer and sat up. "Oh." was all you could say.

He was calm. He was apt and to the point. He was different. You have expected this Harry who would start stammering or trying to appologise but again, that was the Harry most of the people knew. You knew a different Harry.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, more seriously and direct.

He slowly put down his coffee mug and intertwined his fingers together. "I saw you and you ran."

"It wasn't easy seeing all of you after what had happened." you said, wrinkling the space between your eyebrows. "And how we parted was not quite a happy memory for me."

"The war was hard on all of us, especially on those who lost friends and family." he spoke calmly and before you could say anything, he cut in first. "I'm not sorry for how I left you. I lost the only person who was as close to me as a parent. That tore me apart and if I lost you- you!" he was more serious than you have ever seen him. "Than I would walk to Voldemort himself and let him kill me." he finished but all you could do after his words was stare.

All he said was confusing. "I don't understand."

"I left you because I loved you too much. I'd rather see you hate me than love me, (y/n). And I knew that if I wouldn't have left the way I did, you would try and fight beside me, risk your life-"

"I did it anyway." you said, tears gathering in your eyes. "I went to see Halsey and I saw him dead in the corridor. I saw you half-dead in the arms of a giant, I saw Fred dead, I saw Remus and Tonks, Lavander, Collin- I saw so many people give their life for you and for Hogwarts and what? You expected for me not to do the same?! My sister was there, my friends, you- and you thought breaking my heart the way you did would make me want to stay away. It was nothing but selfish!"

"IT WAS TO PROTECT YOU!" he exploded, raising up to his feet and immediately calming down. "I wanted to protect you." he spoke more calmly and threw himself back on the armchair, burrying his head in his palms. "All I ever wanted to do was protect the one person, who I care for the most and I had to fuck this up as well." he mumbled to himself but you heard him quite clearly.

You uncovered yourself and threw the blanket to the side. You knelt down to him and put your hands on his thigh. His head turned to you, his eyes glistened and his mouth parted less. "Was I really that important to you?" you asked, looking up at him with kind eyes.

"You still are." he said as if you should have known this already. "That night I thought you and me are meant to be." he placed his hands on top of yours, see a smile reach your cheeks and tears fall from your eyes. He smiled as well. "I'll never be sorry for trying to protect you. My life is so complicated. All the people I let in my life got hurt or killed."

"I got hurt, Harry. By you and by my sister. It kept going on and on. Distancing yourself away from me is not going to help neither of us." you smiled and let your hand reach up to his cheek. The harsh stubble that was now growing on it felt nice under your fingertips. You moved closer to him, your lips apart only for you to say one last thing. "Plus. I can take complicated any day."

He leaned into a kiss before you could let your mouth curve into a smirk. He kissed you with passion, lust and force. His lips were stuck on yours like honey. He never wanted to let go of you. He never even thought of trying because how he feels without you is how he has felt every day in his life at 4 Private Drive . Miserable.

And with you? - With you he felt like a desperate man, who couldn't control his mind nor body. With you, something else took over. Something more than love.