word count: 2.5k
cw: swearing, mention of arguing death, smut! fem recieving
summary: while being in hiding and on the lookout for horcruxes, you and harry seek comfort in each other's arms.
a/n: i usually try to keep the reader androgynous, but this oneshot is based on a fem reader. if anyone would rather read as a masc reader, i would be happy to write another version; just let me know! :) also, if you aren't the kind of person to read smut, you can skip it by looking for the '♡' which mark the start and finish of the smut scene.
you sat on the cold wooden floor of the tent, your knees pressed up to your chest as you subconsiously provided yourself a strange sense of comfort. hermione and ron had both left after a big fight between the four of you, leaving you alone with harry.
the little radio beside you provided background noise for you, which slowly turned into a little murmur in the back of your mind. the radio had never failed to piss you off when ron and hermione actually had been there. the radio had actually been the cause of the argument. harry couldn't stand hearing about who had gone missing, who had been found dead; he felt responsible for the lives of the whole wizarding world. but since ron wasn't there anymore, it almost felt necessary to listen to it. to pretend he was still there.
being finally left alone with harry could only be described as bittersweet. for months, you had been fantasising about the concept of being finally alone with harry. but under the circumstances, you were much less relieved than you had imagined you would feel.
despite being his girlfriend, you hadn't been intimate with harry in months. not only because tensions were so high, but the additional moodkiller was that you were constantly surrounded by ron, hermione, or both. and now that you and harry had the place to yourselves, you should be thrilled. right?
harry walked over to you and reached out his hand to gently pull you to your feet. you stood, meeting his level. "hey, baby.." you relaxed your head on his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around you comfortingly, rubbing his thumb gently on your back. harry knew that you weren't dealing particularly well with ron and hermione leaving, and he felt partially responsible, given that he and ron were the ones arguing.
"i love you..." he mumbled into your hair as he rested against you, pulling you as close to himself as he could. you hadn't really heard those words from him in a while, not for lack of him feeling or thinking it. but actually to do with the fact that the two of you seemed to never be alone recently, since neither of you particularly enjoyed to be affectionate publicly.
"i love you too." you held him tightly; he was always your most reliable source of comfort. the words on the radio slowly transitioned into song as 'o children' began to play.
and have you left a seat for me?...
his fingers lowered down your body, slowly tracing down your arms until he was holding your hands in his own. he slowly rocked you from side to side, encouraging you to dance with him.
is that such a stretch of the imagination?...
you played along, allowing him to sway you side to side and connecting your arms to his.
i'm hanging in there, don't you see? in this process of elimination....
you giggled as he spun you around, rocking you back and forth.
we're happy, ma, we're having fun...
despite both your lives being in real danger, despite your friends having abandoned you, despite being completely alone. you had never felt more relieved to be with him. he was like the light at the end of the tunnel.
it's beyond my wildest expectation...
harry lifted his arm, still holding your hand, trying to twirl you around. you giggled, letting him spin you
we're happy, ma, we're having fun, the train ain't even left the station...
you leaned back in. and you found yourself entangled in harry's arms once again. you rested your head on his shoulder, seeking comfort from him. "mm...." you mumbled, relieved to be in his arms again.
still gripping your hips, he walked backwards, guiding you towards the queen sized bed you shared. he kissed you gently every few seconds.
you let yourself fall onto him as he backed the two of you onto the bed. he held your body carefully on top of his. your thighs rested either side of his as he held onto you. he reached to gently kiss you, hands tangled in your hair.
"mm...." harry reached up and rested his hands on your hips beneath your shirt. "so beautiful." he mumbled
you knew that the whole thing was so wrong. you were out hunting for horcruxes in order to save millions of lives. harry could easily die - you both could! your group had halved within a day. how wasn't that putting you off?
"harry, we shouldn't..." you mumbled. you wanted to, god, how you wanted to. but wouldn't it be so...wrong?
"mm... you're probably right." harry sighed, hands falling back from touching your body. your heart suffered a pang of disappointment. but it was for the better, wasn't it? surely, you should be focusing on horcruxes and, you know, staying alive, perhaps. that might be an idea.
you didn't even realise the now sullen expression on your face; harry obviously did. "you want to, don't you?"
you bit your lip, weighing up your options. of course you wanted to. you nodded shyly, and harry smirked. that was obviously the answer he wanted. "...you sure?" he checked with you.
you nodded. "yes."
♡
his fingers reached hesitantly to pull the bottom of your shirt, his eyes looking up at you for your reassurance. you nodded silently, letting him know it was okay.
his fingers slid under your shirt, and he lifted it over your body. his touch was gentle, careful not to hurt you.
he pulled the fabric away from your body, discarding it to the floor. the feeling of being bare in front of your boyfriend should come naturally to you, as it normally did. but considering it had been a few months, you felt almost as nervous as you had been the night of your first time. he held your newly bare hips, rubbing his thumb against your skin. "so pretty..." he looked down at you, admiring your bare torso. he leaned in and kissed your lips gently.
his fingers carefully reached up your body until they reached your bra. he watched as your cheeks turned pink in response. "can i-?" his fingers hovered over the clasp, and you nodded quickly. he unclasped it, letting it trail down your body. he abandoned it to join your shirt on the floor.
he looked down at your body, his hands hovering over your chest, and he looked up at your face for permission. you nodded again, and he cupped your breast, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "so perfect f'me, baby..." he murmured, fingers exploring your skin for what felt like the first time in forever.
his hands slid down, and he gripped your waist, lifting you and setting you down beneath him. he hovered over you as you parted your legs to rest on either side of him. he leaned down, kissing your neck gently; his hands continued carressing your chest as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "beautiful..." his hand reached away from your chest and rested on your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you.
your nerves began to ease, and you reached up to tug at his shirt. he obviously realised what you wanted as sat up, tugging off his shirt and dropping it to the floor to join your clothes. "mm...i love you." you reminded him as he leaned back in and took hold of you again. your fingers traced his chest, excited to see him topless again.
"love you, baby," he kissed and sucked gently at your neck. you giggled at the tingling feeling.
you whined, hitting him playfully. "harry, you're gonna give me a hickey, knock it off!"
"and? we're all alone now, baby..." he smirked up at you. you giggled cheekily, wrapping your arms around his neck so he'd hold you tighter. maybe ron and hermione leaving wasn't so bad after all...
his hands rubbed against your thighs gently, tracing little shapes into your skin. you kissed him gently. "i really missed this..." you spoke into his ear. his grip on your thigh tightened, protectively, and almost subconsiously.
"mm...baby?" he pulled back to look at you properly as he spoke. "do you want me to go down on you?" he gently tucked some hair behind your ear.
your eyes widened. you hadn't had an offer like that in months. he soon realised he'd caught you off guard. "sorry. too forward?" he chuckled.
you nodded, giggling. "yeah, a little bit." you bit your lip nervously, hoping you hadn't put him off with your reaction.
"...do you want me to, though?" his thumb stroked your cheek reassuringly, and you nodded. "tell me if it's too much, yeah?" he rushed a kiss on your cheek before moving further down the bed.
you laid back, relaxing into the soft sheets. he unbuttoned your jeans, pulling down the zipper. you lifted your hips so he could tug them off. he dropped them on the floor before settling between your thighs. you suddenly felt a wave of nervous energy wash over you, as you realised you hadn't had the chance to shave in a few weeks. you knew harry wouldn't care, right? i mean, he always said he didn't care. but what if he changed his mind when you actually didn't shave? his finger slipped into the top of your underwear, and you had to say something. "um- harry -"
he immediately pulled his hand away as though he'd been burnt. enthusiastic consent was always the priority in the intimate part of your relationship. "is everything okay, baby?" he gently traced your side.
"yeah, um...i...i haven't shaved in a while, so...." you bit your lip, pushing some hair away from your face.
he chuckled. something as irrelevant as that was bothering you? "baby, do you really think that puts me off? i don't care. you know that." he leaned in and kissed your cheek.
you almost felt stupid for the fact you were ever worrying to begin with. "... yeah, i just..." you trapped your lip between your teeth.
"babe..." he giggled at your nerves. "babe, we don't have to do anything. but i don't want you to not do this because you're nervous." he touched your cheek reassuringly. "do you still want to?" you nodded, and he went back to his previous position.
"just let me know if you change your mind, yeah?" he repeated, and you nodded.
he kissed against your thighs, his fluffy hair tickling your skin.
"so pretty..." he tugged off your underwear, abandoning it so it fell to the floor with the rest of your clothes.
"i love your body so much, baby, so perfect..." he leaned in, gently encouraging you to part your thighs.
you let them fall either side of his face as he leaned in, pressing his tongue flat against you. a jolt of pleasure raced through you; it was a feeling you hadn't experienced in months. you reached to grip his hair, whimpering underneath him.
he took hold of your hips and held you still as his tongue worked against you. he ran his tongue carefully up and down your slit, looking up at you to watch your reactions. your back arched underneath you, and you whimpered at the gentle touch from his mouth.
his lips pressed gentle kisses against your clit and your thighs jolted. "oh, my- harry." you felt your thighs gently beginning to shake.
his lips and tongue brushed against you, moving in any and every way as long as it brought you pleasure. he spat against you, bringing more lubrication to you so his tongue slid against you more comfortably.
you whimpered, gripping his hair "harry, fuck, you're so good." you moaned, head pushing back into the pillows. he reached for your thighs to hold them apart, not letting them dare close in on themselves. it was easy to say that having him go down on you was probably your favourite form of intimacy. but he loved it just as much as you, he loved to give and expect nothing in return.
"harry! harry-!" you moaned. he sped up, holding your clit between his lips and sucking harshly. you whined, overstumulated. "fuck- fuck, harry!" your legs started shaking and he pushed his tongue into you.
"ah!" he reached his thumb to rub gently on your clit as his tongue worked gently on the inside of you. "mmm! harry, harry!" he lapped up all of the wetness from the inside of your thighs.
the pleasure coursed through your body, and you felt yourself reaching your climax "harry, i'm-!"
he only sped up and you finished against his tongue. "mm!" you whimpered as your legs shook against him.
still tugging his hair, you whimpered as you came down from your high. you whined as he pulled away from you. he caught his breath, licking his lips. you whined, panting. he laid down beside you and pulled you onto his chest.
♡
"you tired, baby?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair.
"mm....that was really good," you giggled cheekily, reaching to rest your hand on his shoulder for support.
"we should never go that long without it again..." he chuckled and held onto you tightly.
you laid against his chest, allowing yourself to feel his every movement as he calmed down. you raised a hand to touch his chest gently. your breathing synchronised with his as your quick pants turned into gentle, calm breaths again.
"you okay?" he raised a hand to gently play with your hair. he always checked on you afterwards, but it felt even more important this time since it had been so long.
"mm..." you mumbled, unable to keep your eyes open properly. you were so tired, the warmth of his touch not really helping you to stay awake.
he chuckled, helping you to push your hair out of your face. "it's okay, go to sleep." he pulled the sheets over you to wrap you up in a blanket of warmth and comfort.
"are you sure? you didn't get to -" you always worried when you only recieved, rather than giving.
"that's okay, baby. i enjoyed it, too. i just wanted to make you feel good, babe." he kissed the top of your head.
you cuddled up against him, your arms around him. "love you..." your eyelids fell heavy, and you yawned, finally able to sleep.