Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter twenty-nine

Ginny complained about the dull weather for two days straight until everyone got annoyed by it and the prayers from the others for her to give it a rest appearantly triggered the clouds because the next morning the lawn was covered in pearly-white snow, snowflakes still dribbling down from the clouded sky.

The days before had been spent inside, away from the gloomy rainclouds, with the exception of a quick trip to Diagon Alley for Christmas shopping. They all played board games or read or talked. There wasn't much else to do.

Harry and Haven tried to flee the sitting room for some alone time in Ron's bedroom just once but they quickly realised that it was practically impossible. Just one simple, gentle kiss in and Ron already stomped up the stairs to look for Harry. It was a small home and had therefore little places to hide. 

The snow gave them some more opportunities, though. At first, the two followed everyone outside and spent hours and hours building snowmen - Haven and Ginny made a beautiful, sexy snowlady - and having snowball fights. By the end of the day, the snow had gone muddy from the pools of rain that were left behind from the previous days and they expected the snow-fun to be over. They got back inside, took a hot shower, and warmed themselves back up by the fireplace.

But then the next morning, the snow was back again. An even thicker coat of snow had covered the grounds. 

Harry and Haven went outside again, with the others, but slipped away to the back of the house to get big shovels for one giant snowman - Ginny and Ron were still arguing if it should be a snowman or a snowlady. Once Harry and Haven were out of sight, Harry grabbed Haven and pushed her against the side of the house with such force that Haven could feel it down in her stomach.

His mouth immediately covered hers as his hands roamed over her body. It was quite a hassle to kiss like that when dressed in thick coats and sweaters but the two made it work. Haven didn't feel so cold anymore all of the sudden. Her gloved hand went through his hair, gripping it and pulling back to make him moan against her lips. It sent vibrations of pleasure down her body, making her clench her thighs together for the smallest bit of friction.

Harry was rough. It was all from pent-up frustrations for so long. They hadn't kissed or thrown around stuff in nearly a week and when they spent so much time together, it kept getting harder and harder for Harry to refrain himself. Harry pushed his hips against hers, trapping her between him and the wall as his hands kept her firmly in place. 

They panted against each other's lips, groans slipping out every once in a while. The kiss was turning sloppy and got slower and slower until only their heavy breathing was heard, their foreheads pressed together.

When Haven opened her eyes and spotted the blush on Harry's cheeks. The cold made him much paler than usual and it caused the red in his cheeks to stand out even more.

"I hate this," Harry murmured, his eyes were still closed.

"What?" Haven asked, her voice raspy from the aggressive snogging.

"I want to touch you," Harry rasped with a sigh. "Why do I have to wait for Christmas again?"

"Christmas is tomorrow, you idiot," Haven chuckled lowly.

"'S too long,"

God, Haven loved to hear Harry whine.

Haven pursed her lips to press the faintest kiss to Harry's lips again. "Tomorrow morning it'll all make sense,"

"It better,"

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The following morning, Haven was woken up by a shriek coming from Ginny. Haven's eyes shot open and her head turned to face Ginny.