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momoloverr · 5 days ago

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que tristeza mds que fofura, eu realmente queria dar essa vida feliz pro harry

Where Our Hearts Belong | Harry Potter

pairing: harry james potter x female!reader (no use of y/n)

summary: moving in with harry

word count: 1.2k

You and Harry apparated to the quaint cottage in Godric’s Hollow, a place you had fallen in love with months ago, your arms laden with a few essentials for your first night—a rolled-up mattress and some hastily packed boxes. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the small garden out front.

The two of you stood at the end of the garden path, fingers laced tightly together, staring up at the charming house that was now yours. Harry gave your hand a squeeze, his green eyes soft and full of excitement.

“It looks even better now, doesn’t it?” he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You nodded, your heart fluttering. “It does. It’s hard to believe it’s ours.”

In the golden hour, the house seemed to glow. Its ivy-covered brick, the overgrown front garden with a slightly crooked gate—it all looked like something out of a fairytale.

“You ready for this?” he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

You grinned. “Ready.”

With one hand gripping the key, you walked together up the dirt path to the front door, setting down the boxes you were both carrying. Harry paused for a moment, looking down at you with a boyish grin.

“Wait—stop. Tradition.”

Before you could ask, he effortlessly scooped you up into his arms, cradling you in his arms and making you squeal in surprise and laugh.

You gasped and laughed, clinging to his neck. “Harry!”

“It’s our first home together,” he said, beaming. “I’m carrying you over the threshold.”

You giggled, throwing your arms around his neck as he juggled the keys, finally managing to unlock the door. With a nudge, he pushed it open, stepping inside with you still cradled in his arms.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Potter,” he whispered, carrying you across the threshold.

You buried your face in his neck, overwhelmed with a mix of joy and love. “It’s perfect,” you murmured against his skin.

He set you down gently onto the wooden floor, and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, looking around. The cottage smelled faintly of old wood. It was still mostly empty, save for a few pieces of furniture the movers had dropped off earlier, but it already felt magical. A soft breeze came through the open windows, carrying the faint chirping of crickets.

After setting down your belongings, you wandered through the house together, inspecting every corner. The kitchen was cosy, with its charming old sink and a window that looked out onto the back garden. When you reached the bedroom, you both stood in the doorway, staring at the empty space that would soon hold so much of your life together. Harry pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I can see it already,” you said softly. “Our bed right there, the walls painted… maybe some curtains?”

Harry hummed in agreement, and leaned down to kiss you, his lips soft and lingering. “This is going to be amazing,” he said against your skin.

After, you both found yourselves in the kitchen, cobbling together a simple dinner of sandwiches and tea. Harry had insisted on making the tea, though it took him three tries to get the charm right on the old kettle.

“Hopeless in the kitchen,” you teased, watching as he poured the tea into mismatched mugs.

He smirked, handing you one. “You’re lucky I’m not hopeless in other areas.”

You raised an eyebrow, hiding your smile behind your mug. “Oh? Like what?”

Harry leaned in, his grin widening. “Like picking a wife.”

Your laughter echoed through the empty kitchen as you swatted his arm.

The two of you carried your tea and sandwiches to the living room, sitting on the wooden floor with your backs against the wall. The room was dimly lit by a single enchanted lamp you’d brought, casting a soft glow that made the space feel cosy despite its sparseness. The furniture wouldn’t arrive until the next day, but neither of you cared.

When the tea was finished, you unpacked the mattress and boxes, setting them up in the bedroom, before getting ready for bed.

In the bathroom, you shared the space comfortably, slipping into an easy rhythm. You brushed your teeth while Harry fussed with his unruly hair in the mirror.

“Are you sure you’re not going to scare me with that bedhead in the morning?” you teased around your toothbrush.

Harry chuckled, scrubbing at his hair with his hands. “If you can survive seven years at Hogwarts with me, you can survive my bedhead.”

“Fair point.”

When you finished brushing your teeth, you handed Harry his face wash, and he gave you a grateful smile. Sharing these simple, domestic tasks together felt intimate in a way you hadn’t expected.

Once ready for bed, you returned to the bedroom. Harry was already sitting cross-legged on the mattress, wearing his usual sleepwear—just boxers. You’d seen him shirtless countless times by now, but tonight, under the glow of the bedside lamp, something about the moment felt different.

He looked up as you walked in, his gaze softening as he took you in. You were wearing a lightweight pyjama set, the silky fabric clinging to your skin in a way that made his ears turn pink.

“You’re staring,” you teased, climbing onto the mattress.

Harry gave a sheepish smile, running a hand through his hair. “Can’t help it. You’re gorgeous.”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek. “So are you.”

The two of you settled under the blankets, shifting around until you found a comfortable position. You nestled into his side, your head resting on his chest as his arm wrapped around you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, and you sighed contentedly. “This is nice,” you murmured, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

Harry pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I could get used to this.”

“This doesn’t feel real,” you said softly, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his t-shirt. “Our house. Our first night here.”

Harry kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair. “I know. But it’s ours. Just the start of everything.”

The two of you lay there, talking softly about the future. Harry listened intently as you shared your dreams for the house—what colours you’d paint the walls, the garden you wanted to grow, and where you’d place the Christmas tree. His responses were warm and thoughtful, and he added his own ideas, making the plans truly feel like they were yours. At some point, your conversation shifted to dreams for your future together, and Harry’s voice turned soft, almost hesitant.

“Do you think we’ll always feel this way?” he asked.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him with a smile. “What way?”

“Like… like this is the happiest we could ever be.”

Your heart swelled, and you leaned down to kiss him, your lips brushing his gently. “I think we’ll feel this way forever, Harry. And then, somehow, we’ll feel even happier.”

His green eyes searched yours, and he nodded. “I like the sound of that.”

The two of you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the cottage quiet around you, as if it, too, was settling into its new life.

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