The Other Woman.

the other woman.

harry james potter x fem!reader

angst

warnings : use of y/n , angst , cheating

your point of view.

summary : you and harry have been together since 3rd year. ( 5th year now ), i mean sure you hung out, talked, held hands. but it seems like he has his eyes on a certain weasley.

| my first writing, please don’t judge! |

two months without seeing harry, i mean sure we talked, but i felt as if he was being distant.

he didn’t even sit with me on the train he sat with her.

i mean she’s pretty but what does she have that i don’t ?

i was lost in thought, not noticing hermione sit beside me. “hey, you doing alright love?” i jump slightly looking over at her, “yeah sorry, can i ask you a question” i asked, “yeah of course, what’s up” she’s says frowning her brows “is harry losing feelings?” she looks at me confused, “what do you mean” “he barely sent me letters throughout the summer, he didn’t sit by me on the train, and every time i talk to him he’s just dry and uninterested” she looks down “well he was at the weasleys this summer, maybe he’s just been busy”.. i huff out a maybe taking off towards my dorm, a million thoughts running through my mind. tears falling down my rosy cheeks. shutting and locking my door behind me climbing into bed. a few hours later, i drag myself out of bed, walking down to the common room.

my heart stinging at the sight of his eyes piercing through her golden pale skin. pushing myself forwards taking a sit beside fred. ginny smiles over at me waving, i force a smile back, watching his eyes peel away from her over at me, “oh, hi love” he mutters softly towards me patting the seat beside him, i get up slowly, settling down beside him.

“how was your summer y/n?” ginny speaks up, i glance up at her, “it was okay quite boring, and yours?” my heart aching hearing her ramble on about all the things her and harry did this summer, picking at the buttons on my cardigan, harry gives my thigh a gentle squeeze, as his eyes are locked on the redhead in front of him. i couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears start streaming down my face, pushing his hand off me, taking off towards my dorm.

three days later, and i haven’t heard from harry, he barely even glanced at me. i try to push my thoughts away. slouching in my chair, raising my arm slightly “professor, may i use the restroom” snape huffs, “be quick.”, i quickly leaving the classroom.

walking into the bathroom, hearing faint voices in the distance stopping me in my tracks, “it’s okay harry, she doesn’t have to know.” my heart sinking to my feet hearing her voice.