Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter eleven

Let's just get this over with.

Theodore Nott looked at the bottle as if he was waiting for it to spin to the other side of the circle. He clearly hadn't expected to have it land on him. Maybe he was just as drunk as Harry and barely comprehended what was happening but he seemed to know that Harry was supposed to kiss him now.

Haven watched from the chair as she leaned it back on its rear legs. She was curious about what was going to happen. The crowd of eighth-years had fallen silent for a moment, like whenever the bottle landed on someone from another house, but in just a few seconds they were going to cheer.

Before Harry let any of them do so, he leaned forward, pulled Theodore towards him by the back of his neck and smashed his lips on his. It was only a couple of seconds before Harry pulled away and stood up, walking away from the circle to sit with Haven.

No one said anything for a couple of moments. Theodore still sat with his legs crossed and both his hands wrapped around his cup but now with wide eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks. The other eighth years all stared at either Theodore, Harry or the bottle.

Haven was the only one who moved, pushing her cup filled to the brim with Firewhiskey in Harry's hands.

Only then did everyone move again and they continued the game. Cheers filled the air every once in a while whilst they all drunkenly chatted to one another. Harry and Haven sat in silence for a while as Harry chugged the entire cup until it was empty.

"So, you're into blokes?" Haven asked to break the silence.

"Not necessarily," Harry shrugged, pouring more Firewhiskey into two cups; one for Haven and one for himself. He felt like he needed to get more drunk. The smiley face he had in a couple of minutes ago had entirely vanished.

Haven nodded, indicating she knew exactly what he meant.

"You like people,"

Harry nodded now.

"Something like that," Harry said softly, bringing the cup to his lips again to take a big gulp. "I used to like boys and girls and whoever the same way but I don't think I care enough anymore. I don't know what it means. It feels as if I'm feeling something wrong,"

"It's not wrong," Haven assured him, finally turning her head to meet his eyes. "I feel that way too. Don't have a clue of what to do with it either,"

A silence fell again. Harry looked at Haven as she averted her eyes back to the group who were cheering for the kissing Dean and Seamus. Both of them ended up eying Theodore Nott. He was still sitting where Harry left him, his cheeks still crimson red. Harry wasn't so sure if it was because of the kiss or the amount of alcohol he already had.

"His dad tried to do me in at the end of our fifth year," Harry commented as he kept his eyes on the Slytherin boy.

Haven looked from Harry to Theodore.

"I punched his dad in the face when he tried to do me in during the battle,"

Harry and Haven looked at each other and the smallest smile tugged on the corners of their lips. It was like they shared a look of larger growing mutual respect.

Harry lifted his cup and held it up to Haven. She clanked her cup against his.

"Cheers,"

And they both took a big gulp.

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"I'm not that drunk, I swear," Pansy told Parvati as she helped her up the stairs to the girls' dormitories. The two girls seemed to have left their house rivalry behind - or they were just too drunk to care - and with their arms around each other's shoulders, they staggered up the stairs.