Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter eighteen

"Hermione, it's not the end of the world. I just forgot one inch of that stupid essay, no big deal,"

"Did you forget or did you leave it on purpose?"

"Still makes no difference. It's not going to change anything now,"

"Ronald, I'd like to see you pass your NEWTs,"

"You sound like my mum, stop that,"

Harry soon stopped listening to the bickering of his two best friends during breakfast on Sunday morning. He had no idea why he even got up so early and willingly went to breakfast with Ron and Hermione when Hermione was already clearly in a bad mood. He probably should have waited for Haven.

Haven.

Haven's lips.

It was all his mind could think about every time he heard something that remotely had to do with her and within seconds his mind was already replaying the look of lust in her eyes and her moans that were much higher than her usual voice.

Harry couldn't have been happier when she told him she felt the same way about that one kiss the week before. About how it felt like releasing anger, how they could be rough with each other. 

It was quite strange to think about releasing anger onto another person and them enjoying it but Harry decided not to think about that. Everything was good now. 

The only thing that bugged his mind was the future. Were they going to do it again soon? How was that going to work if neither of them felt those loving feelings for each other like Ron and Hermione do? Would occasionally snogging make them a couple? What would everyone say?

Harry didn't really care about the latter question. People already thought so much of them, adding a little scandal shouldn't do much to the reputation he hated so much. 

Harry wondered what Ron and Hermione would say when they found out about it - or specifically, the reason Haven and he kissed twice already. Hermione would definitely scold him and take on the responsibility of finding him a good and trustworthy therapist so he would finally talk about everything. That was probably the last thing Harry was waiting for.

Ron would be far more relaxed, probably proud that Harry finally found himself someone to snog. He'd maybe suggest a punching bag for releasing anger rather than snogging but he'd give it a rest.

"Honestly, Hermione, the Aurors already asked me anyway, I don't need to pay attention in class!" Ron argued as he poured some milk into his cereal bowl. 

"It won't look good on your CV if you went back to Hogwarts but failed your NEWTs," Hermione countered, crossing her arms on the table. Her lips were tightened and she had a frown over her face. 

"I destroyed a bloody Horcrux!" Ron said. "What have they done besides failing to keep the Death Eaters in Azkaban?"

Harry couldn't help but snort at that statement. Ron was definitely correct about that one but saying that to Hermione would lead to a lecture about which Aurors have done what in chronological order. Harry thought Ron would know better.

"Meet me in the Room of Requirement," A voice suddenly whispered right beside Harry. 

A shiver went through Harry's body when he felt her breath against the shell of his ear. He immediately leapt around to find the Hufflepuff girl grinned down at him. Her head was still very close to his. Her hair was damp, probably from a shower, and he could smell a whiff of mango shampoo.

When Haven winked at him before turning around to exit the Great Hall, Harry's lips parted. Harry watched as she walked out of sight, his eyes glued to her hips.