Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter sixteen

When Haven woke up the next morning, she was still in Harry's bed in the Gryffindor boys' dormitories, yet now, she was alone. None of the other Gryffindor boys - or Hermione - were still in bed. The sun was already shining through the curtains which probably meant that Haven missed Charms and when she checked Harry's watch on his nightstand, it proved she was right.

Haven didn't remember much of the evening before. She was pretty sure she passed out a couple of times. Luckily, Harry was there to hold her. He made her feel safe and that was something she hadn't felt in a very long time. And when they finally went to sleep in Harry's bed together, Haven was more rested than ever before.

Haven heard the running water of the shower behind the bathroom door. Someone must still be here. Haven hoped it to be Harry, she'd like to talk to him about everything.

One thought that kept bouncing through Haven's head was what Draco Malfoy said to her, about how he wished Haven's mother hadn't pulled him away. The memory of him saying that to her made her cringe again. 

Malfoy should be grateful. He had to be grateful, otherwise, Ella Goldspear did it for nothing. Malfoy couldn't wish for it not to have happened. Haven wouldn't be able to handle that. Of course, Haven wished her mother hadn't done it either so she'd still be with her, but if Draco Malfoy wasn't even happy with it, for what use did she die?

The water stopped. It was much quieter now. Haven sat up on the bed and stretched her limbs. She'd probably needed to get ready soon. Haven knew Professor Flitwick was quite tolerant when it came to missing classes but other teachers certainly weren't. 

"Godric - sorry, sorry!"

Haven's head snapped to the bathroom door and saw Harry just hiding behind it again, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. His hair was still a little damp which made his messy hair twist into small curls. His glasses stood damp on his nose from the heat of the shower. 

"Sorry, I thought you were still asleep," Harry apologised, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

Even though he was partly hidden behind the door, Haven could still see his broad Quidditch shoulders and biceps much thicker than she remembered from the morning of September first. He was a sight for sore eyes, Haven quickly concluded. 

"No - no, that's OK," Haven said with a smile. 

"I - er - need to grab some clothes," Harry said awkwardly, pointing at the armchair beside his bed where he had laid out his uniform. 

Or not, Haven thought.

"Oh, of course, I'll close my eyes," Haven said when she realised and hastily hid under the covers of Harry's bed. 

She heard the footsteps of Harry approaching the bed and the rustling of him putting on his clothes. Only when he only had to put on his tie did Harry tell her she could look again. He sat on the bed next to her.

"Aren't we both supposed to be in class?" Haven asked Harry when she sat back against the headboard. 

"Technically, yes," Harry smiled. "I asked Ron and Hermione to tell Professor Flitwick we're ill,"

"How long have you been awake then?" 

"Couple hours," Harry shrugged, taking his watch from his nightstand and putting it back around his left wrist. "I got up around the same time everyone else did. Thought I'd have a word with Malfoy,"

"You -" Haven sat up a little straighter, confusion visible on her face. "You talked to him?"

"Shouted more like," Harry said with a proud smile. "Didn't end very well for me, though. Malfoy and I pulled out our wands and he got me with some jinx. Gave me a bloody headache so Hermione made me go to the hospital wing,"