It probably went on for only a few seconds, but to Y/N it felt like hours until he drew away, and she whines again, having not realized that her nails were digging into his forearm. She lets go, turning in his lap to face him and she sees him licking at his lips. Her head is foggy, and her body feels like Jell-O, and she giggles at the thought of having Jell-O legs before leaning her head against his shoulder.
“You need to drink cranberry juice.”
His voice sounds far away.
Y/N passes out.
Harry is smitten with a human, and Y/N hates cranberry juice (a lot)