#harry potter x filipina reader
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empress-simps · 8 months ago
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hi po, pleaseeee do a harry x filipina!reader fic bc i am so deprived of writing like that
Hi darling! Thank you for your request🥰I’ve wanted to write something about a reader being filipina but I haven’t really got anything in mind yet. I made this more of like snippets/head canon type? I just think it’ll really highlight the filipina! Reader better. I hope you don’t mind, Enjoy! (It’s a bit crack-ish hihi)
Harry Potter with a Filipina! Reader
“My gosh, ang lamig dito.” (it’s so cold here)
You shivered, walking towards the great hall with your fellow Filipino students, staring at the interior and overall admiring the place. It was completely different from the Philippine Wizarding School, from the uniforms, infrastructure, ambience, and down to the weather. The uniform you had did little to protect you from the harsh air of the Highlands of Scotland.
You were sent by your school from the Philippines to Hogwarts to be a part of an exchange student program for a year. Hogwarts also sent selected students to the Philippine Wizarding School to learn different techniques in spell casting, potion making, and how the different the countries are in terms of culture.
Scanning the great hall, you saw a bunch of students with curious glances, you felt yourself get a bit self-conscious. “Beh, look!” Your friend whispered to your ear, tugging your uniform before pointing in a certain direction with her lips discreetly.
“Ay shet, ang gwapo.” (Oh shit, he’s handsome)
You blushed as your eyes wandered in the Gryffindor table, looking at an oblivious Harry who was talking to Ron and Hermione. Glaring at your friend playfully, you pinched her side, making her wince. “Aray!” (Ouch!)
Hermione was sent to be your guide in your first day and luck seemed to be on your side as Harry tagged along with her to help
“Hello, my name is Hermione! Professor Mcgonagall assigned me to tour you around Hogwarts.” She smiles, holding out her hand. You took it and shakes her hand. “Nice to meet you, Hermione. I’m Y/n.”
“I hope you don’t mind, but my friend was insisting to come along with me.” She had a knowing smile on her face as she points to Harry beside her. You felt your cheeks heat up, it was the guy earlier. “Ah it’s no problem.” You smiled at him.
“I’m Harry.” He held out his hand, you took it, beaming at him. “Hi Harry, I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you.”
Harry wouldn’t admit it, but Ron and Hermione know he developed a small crush on you as time went by.
It took Harry several months (much to Hermione and Ron’s dismay) to ask you out on a date.
“Y/n! Wait!” Harry ran, as he tried to catch up with you as your friend chats with you, walking to the great hall to grab lunch. Both of you turned, “Uy, Harry!” You smiled as your friend shot you a teasing smile.
“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Excuse me? Did you hear that right? “Like, as a date?” The words fell out of your lips before you can even stop it, making your friend snort. “Ang landi, ha.”
Harry blushed, scratching the back of his neck as he looked away. “Y-yeah…”
“Of course, I’d love to.”
Harry was the one who confessed he likes you first. Of course you were happy but if he wants to be with you, he has to do it the Filipino way.
After a month of dates, he decided to confess his feelings to you.
“Y/n, gusto kita.” He blurts out on a random study date you guys are having. Your eyes widened as you blushed. Harry, speaking tagalog? Since when?
“H-how…?”
“You could say that I’ve been secretly practicing…” He chuckles nervously, your heart filled with warmth.
“Gusto rin kita, Harry.” She grins, seeing his eyes light up. It was definitely worth it talking to other Filipino students to practice his pronunciation when he saw the look on your face.
“But you need to court me first. It’s a Filipino thing.” You giggled, seeing confusion wash over his face.
When you go back to Philippines for a vacation, best believe he will tag along with you.
Your parents love him, and he quickly became part of the family.
“Aba, so handsome naman! Come inside, anak!” Your mom ushered him inside your house as your dad carried both of your luggage. Shaking your head, you laughed at Harry’s reaction.
 You mostly spent your vacation touring with him around your province, taking him to beaches, making him ride a jeep, trycicle, and playing with your little cousins.
Your uncles also made him sing on the karaoke, and he was shocked when all your family are great singers. (Harry wouldn’t like to sing in front of your family again thank you very much)
Your family will dote on him, making him try various filipino foods and making him tons of what he liked.
“Harry, anak! Come here, try this! It’s called chicken adobo.” Your mom beckons him over in the kitchen, wanting him to try what she cooked. Since Harry isn’t used to the hot climate of the Philippines, you can always see him sporting a white sando and shorts, a handheld mini electric fan always in his hand, his hair a bit messy, and cheeks quite rosy due to the heat.
Safe to say adobo, sinigang, and lumpia quickly became his favorites. He will beg you to make them when you’re back in Hogwarts, since you decided to transfer. They also managed to convince him to try balut and dinuguan (although that will be the first and last)
You made him try some Filipino snacks too like Piattos, Clover, Pancit Canton (his favorite), Chicharron, as well as kikiam, fish ball, and tokneneng. Harry bought a bunch of snacks for your friends to try when you get back to Hogwarts.
Blushes when you call him nicknames like gwapo/pogi/mahal
“Pssst! Pogi!” You whisper, trying to catch his attention during a class, Harry blushed as he turns to you. “Ano nanaman?” (What is it again?) He rolls his eyes playfully, trying not to show you the effect you had on him.
“What’s the answer for number 5?”
“Amortentia Potion, may kiss ako maya ha?” He grins cheekily. (I get a kiss later, okay?)
“Sige na nga.” (Fine)
Both of you were hit in the head by Professor Snape.
He learns Filipino just for you; but most of his knowledge are just from hearing you swear.
“Mahal, why do you always say Put-“
“Harry, no-“
Will be absolutely floored when you hand Malfoy his ass back to him.
“Dami mong alam, Malfoy!” (You know a lot, Malfoy)” You scoffed, Draco was being a git to Harry again. Draco raised a brow in surprise.
“Huh?”
“Hatdog.” (Hot Dog (filipino inside joke ig))
He frowns, face turning red. “You making fun of me, L/n? Speaking gibberish again, I bet.” He tries to make fun of you, awaiting your reaction.
“Tanga tanga ka kasi kaya ‘di mo alam.” (You’re dumb that’s why you don’t know (it))
Draco was about to hex you, but you were faster.
Ron gawked as you punched Draco, other Filipinos who transferred hyping you up. “Eyyyy! Y/n lang malakas!”
"Merlin, I'm so glad she's in our side." Ron blanched,Harry visibly winced as you landed a solid punch. You scoffed, seeing him and his goons run away before turning to others.
“Why do you even tolerate his poor excuse of bullying?” She frowns, looking at Harry.
“You guys won’t survive Philippine schools.” “Just what exactly happens when there’s a fight in your school?”
“You don’t wanna know.”
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fushic0re · 1 year ago
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆୨ৎ
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𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞,
𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞,
𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬,
𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬.
𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑬 𝑰: 𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑵𝑬’𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲
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𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅! 🦌☕📖❄...........akane aka @haravath0t & i have decided to come together for some cute holiday festivities! here, you will find fics posted from thanksgiving all the way up to december 26 that will hopefully get you and your bloboros in the holiday spirit. please enjoy ♡
𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄�� 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒, ��𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠' 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ
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☃ = beware! this forbiden snowman will lead you to works with smut!
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
"you're a mean one, mr. grinch" || miguel o'hara x filipina!reader
"and so, the grinch's heart grew three sizes". | in which your grumpy husband thinks it's feasibly too early to start decorating for christmas, but knows better than to mess with a filipina and her christmas decorations.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
POV: glam-mas with sugar daddy!ransom drysdale || visual board + blurb
“breakfast at tiffany’s and bottles with bubbles, girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble. lashes and diamonds, atm machines, buy myself all of my favorite things.” | in which your sugar daddy makes christmas an entire affair of spoils for you.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
a husband's guide to gift giving || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, aoi todo.
how they are as gift givers (how soon do they shop, do they shop late, etc.)
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
POV: ice skating with steve rogers || visual board + blurb
the captain surprises you with an impromptu skate date.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
a husband's guide to noche buena || the fushiguros, the getos, satoru gojo, kento nanami x filipina!reader
christmas eve is when the real party starts for fellow filipinos. how do your husbands navigate the celebration?
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
POV: you and harry potter's first christmas. || visual board + blurb
you and harry are officially moved into your new apartment. it's safe to say that the first christmas spent together in your shared home is a special one.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
"butter, sugar, flour" || toji fushiguro (feat. baby megumi)
the sorcerer killer sure kills it at decorating cookies.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃ "is santa here yet?" || dad!satoru gojo
in which you and satoru finally have some alone time…but baby gojo is vigilantly watching for santa’s arrival.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃ "been an angel all year" || suguru geto
in which trying on dresses for a holiday party turns into a dressing room quickie.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃ a husband's guide to drunken confessions || satoru goji, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, shiu kong, aoi todo.
in true hallmark movie fashion, the holiday party ends with drunken professions of love.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃ POV: you and miguel o'hara are under cover || visual board + blurb
reader and miguel are undercover at a corporate christmas party spying on an enemy. things get a little steamy when their relationship is questioned.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃ "i saw mommy kissing santa claus" || suguru geto
it’s nanako and mimiko’s first christmas, and suguru wants to make it special by dressing up as santa claus. chaos ensues when they catch their mom kissing santa.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃ a husband's guide to presents || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, aoi todo
who thinks of themselves as your present vs. who thinks of you as their present
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃ "undisclosed desires" || toji fushiguro
sparring in the snow turns into a heated exchange.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
POV: a white christmas with steve rogers || visual board + blurb
spending your first christmas away from the avengers up in the mountains in a cozy cabin, sharing childhood stories and heartfelt professions.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟔 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
a husband's guide to taking the kids to see santa || satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, kento nanami.
it's the time of the year in which you and your husband take the kids to the mall to meet santa.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟕 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
POV: christmas as mamaguro (feat. baby megumi)
christmas morning in the fushiguro household. all is well.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟖 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
a husband's guide to christmas recitals || steve rogers, andy barber, ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, curtis everett
in which it's finally time to watch your kids perform.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟗 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
"chestnuts roasting on an open fire" || kento nanami
a cozy day spent baking and decorating christmas cakes with your husband.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
a husband's guide to mistletoe || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, aoi todo.
uh oh! there's a mistletoe hanging above you!
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃️ "i'll crawl home to her" || ryomen sukuna
christmas miracles do happen. like sukuna finally reuniting with his long lost queen of curses after centuries.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
"i'm mrs. snow, till death we'll be freezing" || dad!satoru gojo
satoru decides to spend the holidays with just you and your child much to the gojo clan's dismay. christmas is filled with fun and laughter with no responsibilities in sight.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃️ a rockstar's guide to romance || rockstar!choso kamo
so...you're officially a rockstar's girl, huh?
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃️ a college student's guide to romance || college au!choso kamo
choso as your scary yet shy college boyfriend.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
☃ "i'll be home for christmas" || toji fushiguro
you knew that toji and megumi were a package deal, but the togetherness of the holiday season caused insecurity regarding your role as a mother to the toddler to arise. a particular mission puts everything in perspective for you.
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wunderlustwriter · 4 years ago
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Back In Black
The Prologue
this is based off of a little ramble i did a few weeks ago that y’all seemed to really like! since i’m mixed w/ filipino, among other things, i decided to make the reader’s family from the Philippines but living in America, so the italicized words are in Tagalog (i’m not fluent in though, so there may be some mistakes here and there, but i’m mostly just writing what my Lola says to me) and the translation will be here.....
lola: grandma. tita: aunt. nanay: mother. mahal: my love. apo: grandchild.
“Y/N! Come on it’s time to go! We can’t miss the bus!” you heard your grandma shouting from down the stairs. With a sigh and a remorseful smile you closed the door to your childhood room and cast a shrinking spell onto your luggage.
“I still don’t get it Lola, why can’t I stay with you? Our family should really be together right now. I don’t need to be thrown across the world to live on another continent with someone I’ve never met before.” You said, pleading with her one last time.
“I already told you, Y/N, this is what your Nanay wanted for you. She specifically wrote in her will that she wants you to live with your biological father for at least a year. It wasn’t safe for him to know about you when you were born but that’s why she wanted you there now. I’ll be okay with all of your titas here to watch over me. Next summer you get to choose who you want to live with mahal.”
Slowly nodding your head you grabbed the rest of your things and shrunk them to fit into your carryon. At least you could be grateful that in America students are allowed to practice magic outside of school at age 16 so you wouldn’t have to carry three heavy bags through the airport and to your new home.
But for now, it was just you and your grandma, everyone else went home for the night. After one last look at the house you grew up in, she walked with you to the nearest street light, tapped on it three times with her wand, and whispered ‘apperio vehiculum’. The two of you rode the Witch’s Express bus to the closest international airport and said your goodbyes.
“I’ll see you next summer, apo, and remember you’re always welcome here during breaks.” she said.
“I know Lola, I’ll ping you as soon as i get settled.” And with that, you boarded your flight and waited to arrive in England, where some burly sounding man named Hagrid would escort you to your new home for your last 9 months of schooling.
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tagging everyone who replied to the OG post: @delpherversalstudios @the-ldsgirlinthebooks @nojamsonmytoast @nerdettezebracorn333 @gaycatlord-stuff
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empress-simps · 8 months ago
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harry oneshot based on the song gold rush by taylor swift?? i always associate that song with him because no joke he captured my entire heart and soul he's so... i can't even begin to describe him.
maybe this could take place during 6th year/hbp and the reader secretly grew to have a deep admiration for him since the triwizard tournament. she yearns for him, holds him in a higher regard than practically anyone else at that school, but doesn't dare to pursue the crush because he is simply too unattainable. and harry, although nobody knows, quietly returns the feelings, viewing her in the same "gold rush" light. (ngl i'm imaging the reader to still be filipina and ravenclaw but really, it's up to you :D)
i think i'm rambling at this point but some details i thought of are stuff sort of relating to/referencing the lyrics like "At dinner parties / I call you out on your contrarian shit" meant engaging in witty conversation with harry during the slug club's dinner parties... and yeah that's it xx
Tbh, I can relate; I associate songs with a character that captures my heart🏃🏻‍♀️🫣 I also listen to songs when I write fics, it helps me think and get in the mood (also feeds my delusion-) Now, I haven’t really listened to gold rush, I sat down and listened to it, (I’m a mirrorball and archer girlie) I hope I did this fic some justice, Thank you for requesting, honey! Sorry it took so long😣 (You’re making me fall in love with him honestly)
Glint of Gold
Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem! Reader CW: None that I could think of. Possibly some typos/grammatical errors as I literally published this the second I finished writing. Summary: You’ve always felt entranced with the boy who lived- You held Harry in such a high regard it seemed that he belonged in the stars. Harry, who was marked by destiny and burdened by battles, sees you too- a glimmering presence in his gloomy and stormy world, a rush of gold in a grey.
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Harry James Potter; the boy who lived. The beacon of light, hope, and resilience. His very name was a symbol of survival against immeasurable odds. It was no wonder that he was admired, he has this talent for pulling people in.
In the eyes of the world, he was the chosen one, the hero of a story still being written. But to you, he was Harry—just Harry. The boy with the lightning scar, the untidy hair, and the earnest eyes that held galaxies of unspoken emotions. You saw beyond the legend, unearthing another layer to the boy who laughed and loved, who felt pain and loss.
You know everybody wants him. Everybody wondered what it would be like to be noticed, loved, or be deemed important to him. It is a certain thought that made negative emotions swirl inside you, but who are you to judge? You’re one of those people, it would make you a hypocrite.
In the golden glow of the great hall, you watch him across your house’s table. Murmurs of hushed conversations were strewn across the vastness of the hall, clinking of silverware across the tables was nothing compared to the sound of your heartbeat pulsing in your ears as your eyes were met with his.
You tried to deny it, but you wanted him. It might sound stupid but the only thing that’s holding you back is the fear of the unknown, the what-ifs swirled and haunted your thoughts. What if he saw you as nothing more than a fellow student? What if your feelings were as invisible as a Disillusionment Charm?  What if you were just another face in the crowd to him? The idea of rejection was paralyzing.
You’d rehearse conversations in your mind, imagining witty banter and shared secrets. Yet, when faced with Harry’s actual presence, your tongue would twist into knots, and you’d blurt out something absurd like, “Did you know that Hippogriffs can dance the waltz?” Making Harry chuckle and you a blushing mess as you stammered the next words that came to mind.
You were known for your wit, yet words failed you every time you tried to speak to him. He was Harry Potter, and you were just another student who admired him from afar.
“Harry’s quite good looking, yeah?” Your friend casually comments, eyeing you as she eats some of her pudding for dessert. Your eyes widened, feeling your heartbeat quicken, words spewed out of your mouth, desperately trying to defend yourself.
“Huh?!? I wasn’t looking at him- honest!”
Your other friend shot you a knowing look, “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/n.”
But as you lay in your bed that night, staring at the canopy above, you couldn't help but let your mind wander to the possibility of 'what if he knows me? Likes me?'. The thought sent a thrill through you, a rush of adrenaline that felt like flying. You imagined the softness of his smile, how the warmth of his hands holding yours will also warm your heart, and the way your name sounded when it rolls off his tongue.
Being invited to Professor Slughorn’s Slug Club dinner party came as a surprise for you. Although you were delighted since that would mean you’ll have an excuse to mingle with other students (read as Harry, lol.). The room buzzed with chatter, but none of that mattered as you were immersed in the conversation between you, Harry, and the other students.
You finally found your voice, leaning in, a mischievous glint was present in your eye. "You know, Harry," she teased, "for a guy who's all about breaking rules, your take on potions is pretty out there."
Harry's laughter was infectious, the kind that made you want to join in. "Yeah?" he shot back with a smile, “Well, I've never been one to just follow the recipe. Where's the fun in that?" She couldn't help but laugh too, he leaned back, arms crossed, a mock-serious look on his face. "You could say that. I'm all about stirring things up. Literally."
For a moment, the world felt like it was yours and Harry's alone.
As the year progressed, your moments together became a series of stolen treasures—a glance, a smile, a conversation that lingered in thoughts. Each encounter was a brushstroke in a larger portrait of what could be, a potential future painted in hues of hope and yearning.
You clearly understood the weight he carried on his young shoulders with your intelligence. And he, in turn, recognized the light you brought into his shadowed existence. It is a contrast of light and dark, a blend of strength and softness.
There was never a dull moment when you had class with Gryffindor students, especially in Charms. Watching him from afar, you stole glances, heart like a fluttering moth drawn to the flame of his presence. So, when Professor Flitwick announced he will pair students each from your house and the Gryffindor’s, you felt your heartbeat thud quickly. Even more so when he announced you would be paired with the Golden Boy himself.
The next day, you found a note tucked into your Charms book. It was written in a messy scrawl that you'd recognize anywhere—Harry's handwriting. "Meet me by the lake after dinner?" it read. Your heart leapt. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something.
Under the moon’s silvery glow, you ambled your way to the Black Lake. The crumpled note in your pocket with Harry’s handwriting was smudged due to you reading it countless times. You waited for him patiently, looking at the moon, humming and trying to keep yourself occupied. After what seems to be like an eternity later, he arrived. His hair was ruffled, looking like he had just run from the Gryffindor tower all the way to your location. His silhouette framed by moonlight; your heart somersaulted.
“Y/n,” he said, his voice soft. “Thanks for coming, I wanted to talk.”
You nod, feeling your tongue suddenly heavy with words unsaid. “About what?”
He bit his lip, a habit of his that you noticed he tend to do when he’s nervous. “You know, the important stuff.”
And then, he pulled out his Charms textbook—the pages worn and dog-eared from years of use. “I thought we could go over some charms we need to perform for Professor Flitwick,” he said. “You know, practice makes perfect.” Harry shrugs, offering a smile.
Your heart skipped a beat. “But we’ve already mastered almost everything.” Raising your eyebrow, you protested. “Why revisit it?” Harry’s eyes sparkled.
Because it’s not about wand movements or anything of the sort. It’s about bridging the gap between us.  Harry thought.
“There’s one thing the textbook doesn’t teach,” He confesses, trying to calm his pounding heart.
“What’s that?” you raised an eyebrow.
He hesitated, then slowly and surely cupped your face in his hands. “The magic of connection,” he said.  Then, he kissed you—a soft, lingering kiss. The Charms book lay forgotten in the grass. Pulling away, he smiles, taking your hand in his, running his thumb across your knuckles.
“I don’t know what our future holds,” he starts, “But I do know I want you to be in mine.”
“Together?”
“Together.”
The Golden Boy was no longer a distant constellation. He was here, real, and beside you; the sole witnesses of the exchange are the moon and the black lake.
It wasn't a grand declaration, but it was real and honest, and to you, it was everything.
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