Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter twenty-five*

[Mature content is marked when it starts]

"Are you just going to stand there and gawk?"

Harry's throat was dry. "I might,"

"Well, stop it, you look stupid,"

Haven walked down the last steps of the stairs and made her way to Harry who couldn't keep his eyes off her figure. His lips had parted in awe and his eyes had gone big. 

The gold of Haven's dress perfectly matched her brown skin tone. Her torso was wrapped in a corset-like top that flowed into a skirt that reached her thighs. The fabric was littered with lace and some shiny jewels - one glittering stone sat right at the edge of the dress's neckline. The straps of the dress were thin but adorned with the same lace as what was on the rest of the dress. 

Harry's eyes were practically glued to the low neckline of the dress. It was so low, it nearly reached her breasts and showed off her cleavage. Harry had no idea how Haven was going to get away with it, considering the non-revealing uniforms they usually wore, but then again, the only teacher who was going to be there was Professor Slughorn and he couldn't care less about what his students wore.

"You look brilliant - beautiful, I mean. Really - very pretty," Harry stammered as Haven slowly approached him. The knowing grin Haven adorned on her lips drew Harry's eyes back up to her face and he saw how the Patil Twins had styled Haven's hair. Half of it was slicked back into a bun but a couple of locks framed her face and the lower part tickled her neck. 

"I could say the same about you," Haven grinned, finally standing in front of him. She reached up and ruffled through his hair again. "I like that you kept your hair like usual,"

"It was more of an accident," Harry chuckled as he slid his arm around Haven's waist. The tight fabric of the corset allowed Harry to feel every little curve of her body. His fingertips grazed over the lace, and he pressed down, enough to tickle her. 

Haven's hand swiftly grabbed onto his and she held it there. Her neck craned to look around the common room only to see they were completely alone. The smirk on her lips widened at that and without wasting much time, she pressed her lips to his.

Her hand slid up his chest, going over the smooth material of his blouse until she reached her shoulder and neck. There, Haven rested her hand to pull him closer to her.

Harry let out a low groan when he felt Haven's tongue against his and he deepened the kiss in desperation. An aggressive, bubbling feeling arose deep in his lower stomach. He knew exactly what that was and meant. 

His hand firmly gripped onto her waist - it would've definitely left marks if it wasn't for the golden material of her dress. His other hand moved up to cup her cheek, feeling her jaw move under his palms. 

At first, Harry was mindful where to put his hands so he wouldn't accidentally mess up her hair or the laces on the corset but when Haven pressed her entire body against him, causing Harry to stumble backwards, he had no other choice but to grasp her as firmly as she grasped him. His hand jerked one single strand of hair free from the little bun but Haven didn't even notice, only interested in making Harry be as loud as he possibly could.

Their lips and tongues were in a feisty battle. Harry bit Haven's bottom lip, resulting in a high wine that made Harry's confidence shoot through the roof. His eagerness made him crave for her skin, to feel her shivers under the tips of his fingers as he stroked over her side and stomach. Harry's hand made its way up Haven's dress, searching for a little opening, a little bit of exposed skin Harry could trail his fingers over. It wasn't until he reached her collarbone that he found it. Her chest and shoulders were exposed and the way Haven pressed herself closer to Harry, she invited him to touch her there, to slide his hand over her chest, over her shoulder, across her upper back.