Request: Hii I love your writing! Wow I feel weird asking this but, could I please have a one shot where (Y/N) is Harry’s best friend but they have feelings for each other, but they have no clue that the other likes the other. Also could some guy flirt with (Y/N) & Harry gets jealous and protective ??
"Ferst years! Over here!" Hagrid roared across the platform, along with the squirming and frightened first years following along his trail.
"Head boys and gerls, please guide the students to their carriages at the other side of the platform. See everyone at the feast!" He greeted, smiling and looking at Harry, Ron, Hermione and I.
We just arrived back at Hogwarts for our sixth year. Hogwarts has always been such an extraordinary home to come back to after a number of months, but it always felt so right to step back onto the platform again. Being surrounded by the those you love and whom love you back was the best feeling ever. Although, that feeling of love was more strong than anyone else’s for someone in particular.
Harry Potter. Harry James Potter. Ever since I first met him in our Charms class back in first year, I feel in love with his emerald green eyes, rosy cheeks, instant smirks of embarrassment and happiness, and most of all, his smile. Oh my god. That smile bloody gets me shivering. It’s just so, beautiful and sexy at the same time, you know? I just can’t get over how majestic it is. I can’t even begin to describe to you how it makes me feel when he laughs.
We’ve become inseparable.
We’ve been keeping touch during our winter and summer breaks ever since we first acknowledged each other’s presence. I remember before we got off the Hogwarts Express to go home from our second year, he had given me a piece of paper with numbers written on it.
Being the pure blood that I am, I don’t really have any knowledge of muggle practices. But, thanks to Hermione and her tactics, I’m starting to begin to understand the process and system of functioning without magic.
Either way, it’s horrific.
"What’s this, Harry?" I remember asking, eyebrows furrowing as Ron’s face turned into a pot of confusion. Hermione remained calm and self proclaimed, already knowing what it was.
"This is a phone number." Harry explained, smiling. I nodded while Ron bombarded him with questions. Questions from what a telephone was, to how it works, to how muggles even communicated without using quills and owls.
"If you have a telephone, you type in this number and wait for someone to pick from the other line." Harry explained more fluently. Ron’s faced was still deep in a puddle of utter confusion.
"Ronald, it’s honestly not that confusing," Hermione stepped in.
"If you need help, just send me a letter and I’ll help you through it." She finished off, giving him a slight pat on the back as he nodded happily.
"What if your uncle picks up the phone?" I asked, worried and cringing at the thought of his loathing uncle. Those stories he tells us about the Dursley’s seem pretty ugly if you ask me.
"Don’t worry. I’ll know what to do. But if he does, just ask for Harry. If he asks why you want to talk to me, just say that it’s an obligated school rule or something like that, yeah?" He told me, grinning. I nodded and smiled down, a blush creeping into my cheeks.
That moment was almost four years ago. A lot has changed so far. I mean, the uprising of Lord Voldemort has been on our tails ever since we woke up this morning, everyone is basically at the peak of puberty, oh, and also, my feelings are stronger than ever for Harry.
The only good thing out of this is that Harry doesn’t know anything about my feelings towards him. He doesn’t really have much of a clue to be honest. Also, he’s my best friend. At least we have some sort of an emotional connection, right?
"Oh (Y/N), when are you ever going to own up to your responsibilities?" Hermione exasperated, chuckling as she tied up her hair.
"Responsibilities?" I answered, closing my book and putting it on the nightstand near my bed post.
"You know," She whispered, eyeing the doors and making sure no one heard.
"You telling Harry that you fancy him." She giggled, biting her lip as she sat down on her four poster bed, which was gladly next to mine.
"Are you kidding me?! I would never tell him even if my life depended on it. It would ruin our friendship forever, Hermione. You know that." I solidly said back, huffing and scurrying threw my book again.
"No it won’t! It would actually make things a bit easier around here." She replied, a bit of annoyance in her voice. Hermione always wanted me to tell Harry about how I feel, and almost supports this sea of him and I being a thing over 1000%.
"Really? How?" I laughed out, smiling at the fact that dating the Harry Potter would make things easier.
"I’ll have you know that Harry actually fancies you a bit as well." She said, cleanly. A proud grin grew onto her face as my eyes grew wide.
She smiled even more.
"Nope. No way." I said, the excited expression on my face disappearing as she became shocked.
"What do you mean, "No way"?" She mimicked, now sitting on my bed, across from me.
“‘Mione, I know this is one of your ways to perk me up in someway. You give me a bit of too much hope sometimes, you know? I’d love to know for sure if Harry likes me or not. You have no idea how much I want that to be a reality. But, could you please not give me a bit of false hope? I know that you’re trying your best at making me happy, and you are. You make me happy even when we’re just sitting in our dormitory together and it’s completely silent. I just don’t really want to talk about this anymore. Okay?” I said to her, puffing out a breath.
"Alright." She replied back with a look of somewhat disappointment and relief on her face.
She yawned and crawled into her bed, pulling the sheets over her tiny body. Hermione reached out and turned off the lamp beside her bed while snuggling into her pillow once more.
"Goodnight (Y/N)." Hermione whispered, being barely audible as she was drifting off to sleep.
"(Y/N)!" A voice echoed from down the corridor.
"See you later Neville. Oh, don’t forget that the Charms exam is next Tuesday, not this Friday!" I quickly said to my quirky friend, Neville Longbottom.
He nodded frantically and asked,
"Would you mind helping me in the library tonight? Charms makes my head spin so much, (Y/N)."
"Thanks (Y/N)." He warmly smiled, and gave me a small hug before he scurried down the corridor, dodging small first years and talk seventh years. Neville was always such a good guy.
"(Y/N)!" I heard the voice holler again. I turned around to meet to running sight of Harry Potter, the secret love of my life.
His eyes were shining against the sunlight seeping through the windows beside us, giving his skin a heavenly glow. A smile grew onto his face as he met mine, and gave me a quick hug before grabbing my hand and leading me down the corridor itself.
"Did you forget about the Quidditch tryouts again?" He asked me, chuckling as my voice widened in shocked at the forgotten thought.
"That was today?!" I said to him, bewildered.
"Yes, and we’re heading there right now." Harry said back to me, bringing myself next to him and linking his elbow with mine. I laughed at how out of breath he was.
"You alright, Potter?" I asked, keeping in my giggles.
"N-No. Everything’s alright (he huffed)." He said back, sitting down on a concrete seat next to us students came pouring in from different directions.
"We ought to go Harry, it’s almost time." I said to him, checking my watch as I began to walk again. He nodded and followed closely behind me.
We trudged through mountainous piles of students throughout making our way onto the possible much more quieter and emptier Quidditch field. I was about to walk into the stadium until someone called my name.
"(Y/N) is that you? Blimey! I never expected you to be here!" A thick Irish accent howled across from me.
I soon recognized the voice belonging to the ever so shy, Seamus Finnigan. Don’t get me wrong, Seamus and I are pretty compatible friends. Too compatible in fact.
Ever since the feather explosion back in our first year, he’s had a massive crush on me. He also made it seem pretty obvious as well.
Seamus would compliment the way I looked every single day. Which was quite ironic due the fact that I indeed wore my robes every single day of the year, besides the colder days. Those are the time that I wear my Gryffindor sweater.
He’d also try to snuggle up against me in the night time in front of the fire. Occasionally, I sneak down every other night or so and read a book down in the common room. I’d sit there for an hour or two just filling myself up with warmth and comfort that I fell in love with just 5 years ago, but Seamus almost made me hate that place.
Turns out, he also has trouble sleeping, or, he just found out that I stay up, as I was told by Fred and George. He’d always sit quite close to me, and even try to wrap his arm around me depending on how confident and present he felt.
I’d usually make up an excuse, usually saying that “I became tired” or “I’m becoming a bit hot” and hurry my way up to my dormitory awkwardly.
Seamus is a very good guy, I’ll tell you that. But, my feelings and eyes will always be in Harry. Just Harry. Gosh, just thinking about him makes me wanna-
"Oi! (Y/N)! How yer doin’ terday?" Seamus asked, obliviously interrupting my thoughts.
"I’m doing good Seamus, how about you?" I calmly replied. I gave him a soft smile.
"Not so bad since your here." He gushed out with a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. His eyes darted towards the ground while his hands were fiddling with his broom.
"You lerk really nice terday (Y/N)." He blurted out, his thick Irish accent almost making it impossible to understand him.
"Thanks." I said back. I awkwardly stuffed my hands in my pockets as I slowly walked away.
"Wait," He said.
"Your-erm-bum looks really good as well."
I was utterly shocked.
What kind of boy would think it’s okay to comment on a friends bum like that?! It’s honestly so rude! I don’t understand why he’s looking at it all the time in the first place. I mean, it’s just lumps of fat on my bloody arse!
"Erm-" I began saying, becoming overwhelmingly uncomfortable with the situation. I was about to say something else until another deep voice came in.
"Seamus, over there. (Y/N), come with me." Harry bluntly said. An incredibly serious tone was present in his voice while his piercing green, and almost angry, eyes inflicted onto Seamus. His jaw clenched as he started at Seamus more, creating a very protective yet surprised environment around us.
People around us began to back away towards one of the goal posts as Harry pulled me back into one of the team tents.
"Harry, you alright? Is everything okay?" I asked him, becoming worried at his sudden jolt. I began to check the Quidditch gear to see if it was all on right, since he always had his shin guards on a bit to tight.
I was unraveling one of the arm protectants when my face gotten forced up by two hands, and my lips crashed into another’s.
My eyes met with the closed ones of Harry’s. His hands were softly gripping on my face as his hand slithered around my waist and pulled me closer.
My heart almost burst out of my chest.
The utter shock was so compelling against my body that I almost felt like screaming. The amount of joy and happiness traveling inside me can never be explained in a set amount of words. It was complete bliss.
Our lips moved in synch as I closed my eyes as well, and wrapped my arms around his neck. Harry’s hand titled my chin up to give us a better angle, and deepened the kiss.
His tongue slid on my bottom lip, causing me to groan into his mouth and wrap his arm tighter around my waist.
Our lips parted. We were gasping for air while our eyes met. His eyes became suddle and warm as he saw the shock and love in mine.
"Did that just happen?" I asked. He laughed.
"Yeah…" He trailed off, fiddling with his thumbs as he looked down.
"I-erm-l-l-like you." Harry whispered, being barely audible.
"I like-no-I l-love you, (Y/N)."
I smiled so big that my mouth began to hurt. My heart began to beat at a steady pace as I took in what had just happened just seconds ago. My mind and thoughts had changed drastically as I found out the one I loved, loved me back.
I was completely speechless. I tossed myself into him and gave him a tight hug as he returned one as well.
"I love you so much, Harry." I cried out. Tears began to stroll down my cheeks as he ran his hand softly threw my hair.
"I’ve been wanting to tell you for such a long time. Ever since the day with the Pixies back in second year, I’ve always loved you." He cooed, kissing my cheek multiple times.
"I’ve loved you ever since I was chocolate sauce all over your face at the first feast." I chuckled out. He laughed at the memory.
I shifted myself to face him. His arms were still wrapped around me, but with the grip softening a bit. My fingers glided along his cheeks as I took his beauty in. His green eyes were glistening like never before, along with his messy black hair making it’s way towards his beautiful shining eyes. A blissful smile took up his face as he looked at me to, in awe.
"What was that all about with Seamus?" I asked, while pecking him on the lips.
"Oh, I, um," He stuttered while his eyes focused on the ground again.
"Yes?" I implied, waiting for his answer.
"I didn’t exactly feel comfortable with what he was saying to you. It’s a bit disrespectful to say that to a lady." Harry said back, kissing my forehead as I giggled from his lips tickling me.
"Thanks for that. You really saved me back there." I said to him. He gave me a kiss as we both stood up and made our way out of the tent.
"Anytime love." He said sweetly back to me.
His hand tilted my chin up closer to him. Harry started to lean in, but soon got interrupted by the loud and thick voice of our ever so enjoyable flying teacher.
"Potter! (Y/L/N)! Out here! Now!"