Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter thirty-one

The holidays were over before they knew it, and soon enough, Harry and Haven found themselves back on the Hogwarts Express that brought them to the Hogwarts castle. 

Both Harry and Haven were eager to go back as they had little to no time and space in The Burrow for a continuation of what they did on the Christmas afternoon. They were counted lucky no one even noticed - or bothered with - their absence from the epic snowball fight. After another slow and sensual make-out session, Harry helped Haven get dressed again and they went back downstairs to sit by the fireplace. 

None of the others had noticed that Haven was walking rather weakly and that she was ten times more tired than she was before even though there was only maybe a thirty minutes time gap. 

Throughout the final week, more people came to visit; Charlie finally got back from Romania and Haven did not hesitate in striking up multiple conversations about dragons; Bill and Fleur arrived the morning after Christmas and brought delicious pie;  Hermione stopped by twice that week on Ron's demand, and Luna stayed over a couple of nights to make Ginny a bit more cheerful.

Harry and Haven had hoped that those visits would distract the others enough so that the two of them could slip away to an empty room or behind the house to burst their bubble of anger, frustration and worry, but it was quite the opposite. Only when both Luna and Hermione stayed over for the night, did Harry and Haven have the entire sitting room for themselves but due to the hectic day behind them - they cleared the entire lawn from the snow - they fell asleep after just a couple of kisses.

Now, in the Hogwarts Express, they didn't dare to go back into the storage room. Ron had practically claimed Haven to play wizarding chess and wouldn't stop until Haven explained the strategies her mum used to teach her. The two of them browsed through the little chess book that Haven got Ron for Christmas and Haven pointed out all her favourite games.

Hermione had some of her Head Girl duties throughout half of the trip so she was absent for most of it but even when she came back to join them in the compartment did Harry not have the guts to take Haven with him to the back of the train. 

His head was filled with nerves and worries. Everything they did together was still new territory for him. He never kissed a friend so many times, he never fooled around with a friend in the middle of the bloody common room or on the Hogwarts Express - and certainly not in Ginny's room.

Harry tried not to think about the last fact too many times since it had been Haven's room for that time as well but the thought of making Haven cum in the room of the girl he considered his sister was mind-blowing to him.

Harry was certainly not regretting any of it. He loved those experiences and he loved how normal Haven made it seem. She didn't avoid the topic whenever it was brought up in one of the conversations and she didn't make fun of him for whatever he did during those times - she only teased him a bit but only because she knew that didn't affect him in any negative way. Haven told Harry multiple times that those were positive experiences for her as well.

One thing that Harry had learned through those encounters was that the pleasure he felt was much more effective in getting rid of his frustrations and anger than the glass-throwing. Harry didn't even look forward to going to the Room of Requirement with Haven for that particular activity anymore. He still wanted to go to the Room of Requirement but for a much lewder exercise.

Luckily, they could have all the privacy they wanted once they were back at Hogwarts. No one else was using the Room of Requirement to their knowledge, so they'd only have to wish for a couch or a bed as a comfortable seat and they'd be ready to go. 

Another thing that boggled Harry's mind was the revelation of Tonks's killer. It had been over a week but Harry still thought about it every time he looked at Teddy or when he watched the pictures in his little leatherbound photobook. Not only was it painful to think that Tonks was killed by her very own aunt, but Haven also saw it happen, and Harry knew from experience that watching someone get murdered in front of you stayed with you forever.