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first of all, ron in your pfp!!! 😩 and second, may i ask for a harry potter x reader (he's so underrated in his own fcking world) where the trio w reader is on the hunt for the horcruxes and every time reader or harry has the locket, they always have both their eyes for each other just as much as ron and hermione. but the only difference w them is that the locket did help them get closer and build tension (could be romantic or sexual idk) and eventually leads them confessing to one another

this is so old and i’m so sorry pls. this was one of my first requests and i never got to do it bc i had so much planned?? but alas it’s finally here and i’m ready for it. i hope you enjoy it!!

this seems rushed towards the end bye

forest confessions

pairings: harry potter x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, angst ish?, mentions of war, past trauma, best friends to lovers, obvious pinning, bad writing

words: 2.3k (and some change)

6 months, that’s how long it’s been. it took the group a collective to figure out how much time they had been on the run for. when first discussing the journey to come, it was known that it’d take long time, nobody just understood it’d take this long. days seemed to blur by, time becoming nonexistent in the little bubble you created around yourselves. every clue you’ve gathered led to a dead end and it was becoming frustrating.

after realizing that the locket does indeed impact ones feelings, shifts were put in place. every few hours the owner would switch, each having their own way of dealing with it. hermione kept herself busy reading, ron with the radio, harry staring at the wall, and you, sitting alone outside. it didn’t matter if it wasn’t your turn to watch the perimeter, if you have the locket while one of the three keep watch you always sit outside.

the locket. the stupid locket. you stare at the gold encrusted box and marvel at the way the green on the S never seems to fade no matter how many times you try to set it on fire. you underestimated how much the locket truly affected you. it was as if all energy and emotion in you was suddenly sucked out and drained into the box sitting on your middle. you’re so wrapped up into your own bubble you fail to notice the male staring at you from the tent inside.

harry watched as you picked the dirt from under your nails. all he wanted to do was to rip the chain from your neck and take it for his own. he’s always had some type of feeling for you, he just couldn’t pinpoint what it exactly was. all four of you met the same day, you walked into the compartment with hermione looking for neville’s toad. ever since then you’ve been close. while the others were indeed your best friends, the relationship between you and him always seemed stronger.

you two were always together, if you saw one you saw the other. you’d been harry’s rock during fourth year, after sirius died, umbridge’s reign, and right now. words seemed to fail him every time he tried to fully thank you for sticking by him. being the person you are, you’d just shush him and promise him you’d always be there for him and you have yet to go back on that promise. a faint smile ghosts his lips as he thinks of that day. he looks back up to see you staring ahead at the trees, a prominent frown etched onto your face. in the corner of his eye he can see hermione getting ready by the table for her patrol shift.

quickly he turns around and quietly casts his patronus and watches as the silver stag dances it’s way to you and surrounds you with a sense of light. you don’t have to turn around to know who it’s from, being the first one he showed after he conjured it during third year. the stag wonders up to you and brushes it’s face against your own, as if it’s symbolizing harry being there himself comforting you. looking up you can point out each speck of glitter, the way the wisps of silver hovers to form each part of the animal. you smile at it and at the thought of harry making sure you were okay, the locket in the back part of your brain. “goodnight harry”

a week goes by and you find yourself outside again but this time without the locket. it’s occupant sits 10 feet in front of you, twirling his wand in his fingers. you watch the way his eyebrows furrow when he drops his wand and how leaves float down onto his head when the wind blows hard enough. his sweater is worn, the trials and tribulations of being on the run for so long bleeding onto its skin as if it’s permanently marking him.

you just want to take all his pain away, be the support system you know he needs and deserves. anytime he’s around you try your absolute best to make sure he’s in good spirits, here and back in school. there aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe this feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. time seems to stop as you zone in on him, your thoughts being raided by the bespectacled boy in front of you.

it’s as if your heart beats for him, he is the only reason you still keep fighting. sure you had your family and friends back home waiting for you guys to come back but he’s the only motivation you need. you fight to ensure he lives a good life, after all it’s what he deserves. for being so young he’s went through so much and it breaks you knowing all the trauma you still weren’t able to help prevent.

the sudden wind chill snaps you back into reality and you subconsciously wrap the blanket tighter around you. harry shivers and sinks further into the tree, the locket keeping his pride too high to get up and get a blanket. you notice this immediately and shake your head at his stubbornness, knowing that even without the locket he’d refuse to ask for help. you look at your watch (a gift from sirius before he died) and realize ron should be coming out anytime to take your spot.

getting up you follow the clear path connecting you two trying to avoid stepping on any branches in between. he shivers again as another gust of wind booms through the forest. leaves fall rapidly and the trees yell out as if they’re begging for help. the trees vibrate as they rattle against each other and the ground shakes after each gust only making him inch further into himself against the tree.

harry would kill for an ounce of sleep. his body is begging him for it while the locket around his neck fights to ensure his attention stays on it. his eyes are closed as he feels a blanket lay over him from behind. he doesn’t need to know who it is, you’ve done this countless of times before when he’s come to you after a nightmare. he can feel tears prick his eyes as a warmth runs through his body at the gesture and he can’t help the smile that crawls on his face. “goodnight y/n”

days turned into weeks and you’re still at no new lead at breaking the locket. you keep the shifts going, having to continue the torture you expose yourselves every time you put that burden on. you and hermione are in the middle of reading when you notice harry storming out after being unable to deal with the static of the radio ron is playing. “go on, i got it here”, you look up to hermione gently smiling at you and take that as the cue to go after him. you walk out and see him sitting on a boulder on the edge of the border.

slowly you made your way towards him, not wanting to scare him in the process. aware of the locket still around him you tread carefully not wanting to upset him further. his shoulders are slouched and lightly shaking, you’d miss it if you weren’t staring at him already. he hears you coming but can’t bring himself to turn to you. he’s a wreck and doesn’t want to snap on you, he cares about you too much. deep below he feels his heart begging for someone to grab it and never let it go, and he wants it to be you.

you stay silent and sit down next to him. the silence in the air is comfortable as you both watch two birds fly around each other as if they were playing tag. it brings you back to a memory of the two of you during third year

“haha you can’t get me” is the last thing harry hears before a snowball hits the back of his head. your laugh echos around hogsmeade as you guys engage in a competitive round of tag (with the occasional snowball here and there) he watches the way you run so carefree as if there isn’t a loose murderer running rampage. hermione and ron ran off somewhere, he thinks to get a table for the four of them at three broomsticks.

“you’re gonna regret that” he laughs back and starts chasing after you as the snow crunches below him. people watch around them at the pair and wonder when they’ll become a thing. it’s apparently obvious to everyone but the two of you. you hide behind a tree and after a few seconds of silence you peak around the tree ready to run but two hands wrap around your waist and pull you in the air.

you can hear a mumbled “got you” into your neck as you scream and he twirls your around before placing you back down. you guys are closer than you anticipated and you look up in his eyes as your noses brush. time seems to stop in that moment and you get lost in the moment until a drop of snow falls from the branch from above onto both of your heads.

you chuckle at the memory and harry’s head snaps to your direction immediately. you stare back him and study his face. frown marks etched into his skin and his glasses left an indentation on his nose and hair. so breathtaking.

“w-what?” a red faced harry widens his eyes and you realized you’ve said it out loud. you turn away quickly scolding yourself for being so careless. the brunette gets a warm feeling in his chest at your slip up. why must you do this to him? why him?

he gazes in your direction and he’s fighting his mouth from spilling out his feelings right then and there. when did he start noticing the way you scrunch your nose up anytime you have to sneeze or the way you cover your mouth with your hand anytime you start to laugh. what about the way you have tiny freckles sitting around your eyes and nose and how your eyelashes fall perfectly on your cheeks. “you don’t even know what you do to me” he thinks to himself.

“are you alright?” he laughs at the question, when has he ever been truly alright? with y/n you have, his mind reminds him. shaking his head his lets out a hum and brushes the question off. he’s asks you the same and you shrug, “as long as i’m with you i’ll be alright” and it knocks the wind out of him. you don’t seem to notice what you said or if you did you’re hiding it very well

he can’t take it anymore, if this wasn’t a sign then he doesn’t know what is. ripping the locket off he throws it down to the floor in front of you guys. you turn to question him but he cuts you off immediately, “i like you, and not like friend like but like like” and you feel as if you can’t breathe. he continues

“i’ve had this feeling for a while but never understood what it was. i’ve always just brushed it off as platonic love, because you are my best friend and i do love you, but as years have gone by i can’t stop the random moments i think about what it would be like if we more than friends. you and i are too similar, there’s a reason we’re so close.” he pauses to catch his breath and continues

“i don’t know about you but i believe in soulmates, both platonically and romantically. god forbid i’m making a fool of myself right now i know deep down we are platonic soulmates and we were meant to be in each other’s lives. but i can’t go another day in the god forsaken forest and the impending war nearing closer and not tell you how i really feel.”

scared to look up he hears a sniffle and snaps his head up as you secure him in a hug. you refuse to let go and he quickly reciprocates the hug. minutes go by and you finally pull away much to harry’s displeasure. “you-you-“, words just can’t seem to find their place in your head. you look at the man in front of you and feel your heart rate pick up.

“how am i supposed to confess how i feel after that? for someone that spit pumpkin juice all over themselves fourth year after looking at cho this is a complete 180 from that” he sucks his teeth at this and lightly pushes you away causing you to giggle. you grab his hand and pull it to your lap. taking a deep breath you let it all out

“i love the way your eyes light up anytime we talk about quidditch, or the way your eyes crinkle when i save you a slice of treacle tart. the way your heart bleeds on your sleeve everyday makes me want to wrap you up in a blanket and never let you out of my sight. you truly deserve the world harry potter, and it hurts every time i see you hurt. i want to be the one you experience the world with, all the special firsts, the one you confide in when times are tough, and the person you go to with exciting news. i want the good and bad, that is if you let me?”

you finally look up to see tears on his waterline and he has the widest smile you’ve ever seen. he nods his head quickly with a whisper of a yes and brings your hands to his mouth he kisses them. pulling you into a hug you both sigh at the comforting feeling. you don’t know how much time has passed just sitting there in each other’s embrace but you two aren’t complaining. just being there in each other’s arms knowing that what’s yet to come is unexpected and unknown, the one definite denominator in it all is you two being together side by side through it all. forever.

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