chosen one | h.p.
a/n: the lack of harry james potter fanfiction on this site is blasphemous. if you have any recommendations (smut or fluff), please send them my way. love you!
warnings: maybe one cuss word? not proofread.
Being friends with the “Chosen One” wasn’t easy. And even harder than that? Having feelings for him. You and Harry had been friends since first year, after you left your impression on him by making fun of his hair. You were unaware of his celebrity status at the time. However, you like to think that even if you did know, you still would’ve made fun of him.
Six years of being friends with the boy had led to a lot of sleepless nights for many reasons: assisting him in his fight, helping each other with homework, late night therapy in front of the fire, and so much more. More than anything, though, was you laying awake late at night, alone in your bed, wondering how the hell you had managed to fall for the most unavailable boy on the planet.
See, while he quite literally had all kinds of people lining up for a chance with him, he responded the same to each of them: “Sorry, I don’t have time for a relationship right now.”
It made you so upset with yourself, knowing that that was the case, yet you were unable to suppress your feelings. It drove you crazy.
A rainy night in the middle of your 6th year, Harry was in Dumbledore’s office for a reason unbeknownst to you. You and Hermione sat curled up on the couch, her listening as you talked about the boy.
“I feel so silly, ‘Mione,” you spoke. “ I don’t have a chance with him at all, yet I can’t get these feelings out of my head. I feel… pathetic, almost. It just drives me crazy. He’s so… charming. And his confidence and attitude are just so infectious. He makes me want to wake up in the morning. I see myself having a future with him. But, I mean, if he doesn’t have time for a relationship with all the other lovely people that ask him, then why would Harry have feelings for me?”
What you didn’t realize, however, was that Harry had heard your confession. Silently shutting the portrait hole door before he had even walked in, he went to go find Ron. Harry had a plan.
It was about a week later when you and Hermione had come down for breakfast, only to see Harry and Ron in deep, hushed conversation. You couldn’t hear what either of them were saying, save for a few whispers of a ‘confession’. You figured it had to do with one of Harry’s newest ‘missions’ for Dumbledore. If you had to know, he’d tell you.
Neither of them noticed your presence until you spoke. “Morning, boys! You’re not usually up this early. Anything important going on?”
Ron’s face began to turn red, Harry shifting in his seat.
“Er- hello, y/n!” Harry said.
“Bloody hell…” Ron mumbled under his breath. The dark haired boy was absolutely hopeless.
You didn’t really suspect anything, seeing as Harry was always quite socially awkward, despite being confident. It was part of his charm.
You didn’t start questioning anything until about 30 minutes later, after Harry had been staring off into space for about 20 minutes… in your general direction.
“What? Is there something on my face?” you asked him, snapping him out of his reverie.
“Your face- er, no. Will you come to the common room with me? I think I forgot- erm- something. For class.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “But Harry, we have a free period first- oh!”
Before you could even question his discrepancy, the boy had gently grabbed your wrist and was pulling you towards the exit. Concerned, you turned around to shoot a look at Ron and Hermione. Both of them had the most evil smirks on their faces. Merlin… you were fucked.
Harry stayed silent on the walk (well, you were being dragged) to his dorm. He refused to answer any of your questions. His face grew redder by the minute. Finally, you were sat on his bed, watching him pace across his dorm, nervously wringing his hands.
“Harry!” you called out, stopping him in his tracks. “I”m worried! What’s going on?”
“I had this whole big plan for how I was going to go about this. I was going to use my bottle of Felix and then we were going to have picnic with all your favorites by the lake and then when we were talking I was going to-”
“Harry, spit it out!”
“Will you go out with me?”
“...what?”
The six words that came out of his mouth made you feel like time had stopped. Never in all your years of living did you think something like this would happen.
“Harry, this is a sick joke. I know you like a good prank here and there, but this is too far. I can’t believe-”
“It’s not a prank, y/n. It’s not a prank.” Defeated, Harry sat on the bed opposite of you. “I heard you talking to Hermione that night last week, so Ron and I came up with this elaborate plan for me to ask you out. I had a speech prepared and everything. I was about ready to piss my pants at the table.” he breathed out, flustered.
“Yeah… you sure looked like it,” you started, receiving a snarky look from the boy. “But, if you wanted to ask me out, then why’d you tell everyone else that you didn’t have time for a relationship?”
“I didn’t want to risk a relationship with someone else, because the only person I wanted to be with was you. I’ve liked you for so long, y/n. You don’t even know.”
You blinked at him, completely shocked. “Harry, with all due respect, I think I do know. I’ve liked you for years.”
He looked up at you. “Can I kiss you?”
“...yeah.”
And a soft whisper of “brilliant!” was the last thing you heard before you saw stars beneath your eyelids. His lips met yours, the two of you connecting in a way that could only be described as… magic. He tasted like chocolate, pumpkin, and spice, and by god, was it addicting. From the one kiss, you couldn’t get enough.
Finally, after a blissful time, the two of you broke apart, breathing heavily. Your forehead met his.
“So,” he started, a cocky smirk on his face. “You see yourself having a future with me, huh?”
You smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “Slow down, Chosen One. I can still say no.”
You grinned at him. You knew for a fact you wouldn’t be saying no anytime soon. This was the right life for you.
