Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter twenty-eight

Harry was lucky that for the remainder of the ride to Platform nine and three quarters he fell asleep. If he didn't, he was sure he had to suffer through a wink-attack from Haven and millions of questions as to where he went with Haven and why he came back with flushed red cheeks. 

He was pretty sure Ron and Hermione questioned Haven about it whilst Harry was leaning back against his seat and sideways to the door with his eyes closed and steady breath flowing in and out. If Haven told them the truth, Harry didn't know, but he was pretty sure Ron would question the ears off his head if Haven mentioned some of the details that happened in that backroom.

And Harry would find Ron and Hermione there the next time they took the Hogwarts Express.

Ron had quite some difficulties saying goodbye to Hermione whilst Harry, Haven and Ginny waited for him a few feet further to give the two some privacy. Ginny was rather quick with her goodbye to Luna and claimed it was because she didn't like goodbyes - hated them, in fact. 

Mrs Weasley wasn't there to wait for them on the Platform, she already informed them of that earlier. She had some groceries to buy, so it meant for Harry, Haven, Ron and Ginny that they had to Apparate to The Burrow on their own. Haven was the one the do it since none of the others had a legitimate licence, despite having Apparated before.

Once Hermione was finally able to tear herself from Ron's grasp, the redhead turned back to his friends and sister with slumped shoulders. He really was going to be depressed the entirety of the holidays - and along with Ginny. With his hand faintly on Haven's shoulder, he let her Apparate them out of King's Cross Station to the orchard of The Burrow. 

It looked exactly the same as the last time Haven was there, except autumn had done its thing with the flowers and the trees. Leaves were scattered on the path between the trees of the orchard which led to the sandy front lawn of The Burrow. With a flick of Ron's wand, he opened the locked door and entered. They found the home empty - knowing Mr Weasley was probably still at work and Percy probably somewhere with Alex. 

"Let's go unpack," Ginny said after they strolled through the kitchen and the sitting room to take in the house after so many months. She took Haven by her wrist and levitated their trunks with her wand, making them fly behind them up the stairs. Haven was going to sleep in Ginny's room again because nearly everyone from the Weasley family was coming to visit somewhere in those two weeks. 

Haven couldn't wait to finally meet Charlie. She was going to talk to him for ages about the dragons, she already knew. 

Ginny's room was exactly the way they left it. Even Haven's mattress was still there - Haven assumed Mr or Mrs Weasley hauled it up again when they heard from Ron that she accepted their kind offer. Hermione's mattress was gone this time which finally left some space to walk through the room. Haven knew it was only a matter of time before Hermione gave in and spend a couple of days here just so Ron would stop whining. That also meant that Harry was most likely going to sleep with Haven and Ginny again like that one night back in summer.

"How many nights do you think it'll take before Harry comes to sleep here?" Ginny chuckled as she threw her pyjamas on her bed. 

"Now that it's just Ron, I'll give him a week until he's done with his whining," Haven grinned. "If Hermione was here; less,"

Ginny laughed, continuing to unpack her trunk, stuffing all her clothes in the cupboard at the foot of her bed. "I suppose he has multiple reasons,"

Haven's eyes narrowed, spotting the suspicious tone in that statement. "How do you mean?"

"Oh, well," Ginny said airily, chucking some flimsy underwear in her wardrobe and then shutting the door, "a little birdie told me he likes breasts for pillows,"