𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 ✨ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 ✨

Chapter 14 ~ privet drive

Year 6

"Hello, Arya! I received the last letter and I wanted to let you know I'm good, thanks for asking. I wanted to invite you over at my house for my birthday. I have talked to my uncle and well... let's say he agreed in the end (I told him that if he doesn't let you come over, I will ask Ron . And his father will come too. He has been scared of them since the 4th year). So I was thinking if you would like to spend the day with me. Of course when the night comes you will return home. Write back to me if you want.

Harry"

I sent him a letter telling him that I will be there around 12 o'clock for his birthday. The summer was quieter than I had expected. Harry and I exchanged loads of letters and everything seemed to be fine.

I was getting ready to leave but I couldn't decide what to wear. Not that he would care how I am dressed, but for his family even if I don't think I could impress them anyway. I choose to wear something casual. If they would not like me, at least my clothes would be comfortable.

~4 Privet drive~

I was walking in the alley of their front yard. Harry did not lie about his aunt's flower garden. She must have spent hours working so it would turn out like this.

I knocked on the wooden door. I could feel my heart pace increase as I heard noise and footsteps approaching. Harry opened the door after just a few seconds. He was taller than I remembered him and more attractive even if he was wearing some clothes that definitely weren't his size.

-'Come in!' he invited me.

-'Good afternoon!' I greeted as politely as I could.

-'So you are the friend Harry kept talking about. Your parents are like us, right? Normal.' his uncle asked me.

-'Yes.' Normal I didn't want to start a fight on the subject with them because that would get Harry in trouble and me too.

-'And what they think? That you study such things as magic?'

-'They are very proud that there's a witch in our family' I responded calmly.

-'I doubt that' I heard Vernon mumbling. I turned my face to Harry, raising my eyebrows.

-'We will go now. So we would not bother you anymore.' Harry said.

-'Just be quiet. At this time everybody is taking their nap.' I heard Vernon say.

-'Is this your girlfriend?' Dudley asked as we walked upstairs. I saw his eyes examining my body.

-'It's none of your business.' Harry replied, taking my hand and started to walk faster.

~Harry's room~

-'Sorry for that. He said, locking the door.

His room was incredibly small but cozy in some way. His walls were covered with Gryffindor flags or photos with quidditch players. The bed was smaller than the one we used to share at Hogwarts.

-'And what do you do for fun?' I finally broke the silence.

-'Umm... nothing really'

-'There must be something. Don't you get bored?'

-'I told you I do. I read The Daily Prophet sometimes.'

-'You don't have a phone, right?'

-'Do you think they would allow me?'

-'And you just sit here? Alone all day?' I started to feel bad that I didn't send him letters more often.

-'Pretty much yes. Sometimes I go out for a walk.'

-'I have been here for so long and I didn't say happy birthday. Hold on I have something for you'

I searched in my backpack and I pulled out a slice of cake.

-'Happy birthday, Harry!' I said, handing him the cake. 'I couldn't bring it all but... I made it. You remember I told you I like to bake. It's not much but...'

-'It's perfect. You are perfect. Just that I wasn't expecting. Let me just...' he placed the cake on his desk. He kissed me, wrapping his hands around me.

-'I missed this.' I said.

-'You have no idea!'

-'Do you listen to music?' we were sitting on his bed.

-'Sometimes, on the radio.'

-'What kind of music?'

-'Depends, mostly classical' My eyes got wider.

-'You, Harry James Potter, listen to classical music?!'

-'You are so surprised. Do you listen too?'

-'Of course I do, but... I don't know. You would expect it from someone like me. Hold on' I searched my bag again, now for my phone.

-'Say one you like'

-'I don't know their names.'

-'You must know this one.' I said.

*Claire De Lune by Claude Debussy starts playing*

-'I do. I heard it like three times.'

-'It's one of my favorites. It makes me think of you.'

He stood up, grabbing my hands.

-'Let's dance!' he said to me.

-'No. You know I can't. You saw it at the Yule Ball.'

-'But it's just the two of us now. Come on'

I let him lead the dance. He pulled me close to his chest, holding one hand firmly on my back. I stopped thinking about how I should move and I started to actually feel the rhythm. I relaxed my hand on his shoulder and he definitely noticed and smiled at me. I felt happy. I knew he was feeling the same.

-'You know, I imagined dancing with you many times.' I said when the music stopped.

I was laying in his bed now, facing down. Suddenly, he touched my back under my shirt. He leaned down kissing my neck. His hand went up and undid my bra. He lifted my shirt up, exposing my bare skin, making me arch my back. He started to place kisses all over and that filled my whole body with goosebumps. His other hand was on my thigh, moving up and down. He started to kiss my neck again moving to my ear.

-'You are so beautiful, love' he whispered.

I let out a few moans when he started to suck on my neck.

-'We can't do this here. Besides, you heard when they said to be quiet.' I managed to say.

-'It's ok if you are not ready yet.' he said.

-'It's not that... It's just the wrong place.' I said putting my bra back on.