Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter twenty-one

Harry wasn't sure how they got on the subject but after just ten minutes they had a discussion on their snogging and the anger that came with it. Both had felt the need to reassure the other that they never felt angry with the other, that it was merely a way of letting the anger go. Instead of throwing glass, they threw themselves at the other.

A couple questions later and Harry had let it slip that he liked Haven's snogs better than the other ones he had.

"Whoever else you kissed must be a sucky kisser then," Haven commented with a proud grin. 

Harry shrugged, looking out over the Hogwarts grounds. "I suppose. One of them was crying,"

"Good Lord, what did you do to them?"

"It wasn't my fault, I swear!" Harry quickly defended himself. "She came at me and kissed me and then she started crying out of the blue!"

Haven raised her eyebrows at him, suppressing the smirk that grew onto her face again. "OK, now I have to know who it was. Was it Chang?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck like he always did when he was a little embarrassed. It usually helped not to blush.

"And she's the only person you've kissed?" Haven asked, leaning over the railing on her forearms.

"Apart from you, Nott and Tom, yes,"

"Who is Tom?" Haven frowned.

"Muggle bloke," Harry answered. 

Haven nodded. "OK, well, I don't know him. So between Nott and Chang, who is the better kisser?"

"What? Nott's was barely a kiss!" Harry protested loudly. He turned to face Haven and saw her looking at him with twinkling excitement. He could have expected that these kinds of conversations were highly amusing to her. Anything that embarrassed or flustered Harry was highly amusing to her. 

"So you choose a wet, crying kiss over a kiss from a, I have to admit, very attractive bloke?" Haven asked bewildered. 

"Please, it was just a peck," Harry rolled his eyes.

"And whose fault is that?"

The twinkle in Haven's eyes was back. Harry's narrowed his eyes and looked at her, trying to look as irritated as possible so he could hide the fact that she was still making him flustered.

Haven turned back to the railing with a knowing smirk. "I bet he'd be a great kisser if you had given him the chance,"

"Stop it, I know what you're trying to do," Harry told her, also turning back to look over the grounds. Hagrid was feeding Buckbeak some ferrets and a couple of Slytherins were playing on the Quidditch pitch. It was quite chilly so not a lot of people were outside. 

"What am I trying to do, Potter?" Haven asked him with a smile.

"You're trying to make me curious," Harry pointed an accusing finger at her but it only made Haven grin wider. 

"Is it working?" She asked.

"Well, yeah," Harry's shoulder slumped in defeat but not without a little smile that adorned his lips. 

Of course, he was curious now. He wondered if Nott could even come close to Haven's kisses and if he was even into blokes at all. Would Harry feel the same kind of release of anger when he kissed someone else - Theodore Nott for example - as he felt when he kissed Haven?

How would Theo's big lips fit over his own and how would his hair feel like when Harry combed through it with his hands?

"But why?" Harry asked Haven, looking sideways at her short figure. The wind blew her short, pitch-black hair from her face. Her slender eyes were narrowed to protect her from the cold wind but her lips were twisted in a gleeful and satisfied smile.