Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter thirty-four*

[Mature content is marked where it starts and ends]

The Room of Requirement had gone cold overnight. The large cathedral-like hall had become Haven and Harry's little place over the course of the last couple of months but never picked up that they liked it warm.

When Harry woke up the next morning, the hall was still dimly lit like the night before which allowed them to fall into a deep sleep. The first thing Harry did was look under the blanket, at his stomach, and was relieved to find out that the spell that hid his scar was still working. Harry's back ached from the couch and as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position, he nearly pivoted Haven off him.

Her still naked body was sprawled over his still naked body. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her breath making the hairs in his neck stand up straight. The usually neat, dark hair was now a mess on her shoulders and some locks covered her face. It made Harry think back to the night before when he had gripped onto her by her hair when she wrapped her lips around him.

Good Lord, that night.

Just one thought about the experience brought a flustered smile to Harry's face. He actually did it. They actually did it. And it was probably the best experience in Harry's entire life. The pleasure, the intimacy, the pure bliss of Haven's encouraging words and moans in his ear. Harry would kill for a repeat, he knew without a doubt.

Something stirred in Harry's chest when he looked at her. Once more, he saw the image of the carefree and cheerful sixth-year Haven. Harry couldn't phantom how much younger and peaceful she looked when she was asleep.

Harry never realised before how calm it made him feel to see Haven so relaxed. Whenever they threw glass at the wall, she looked far from peaceful. It scared him a little how much she was enjoying that. And that also counted for when they went to the Astronomy Tower or when she tried wicked stunts on a broomstick when Harry helped her fly.

The only time Harry liked it when she was far from peaceful or relaxed was when she came around him or against his mouth.

Harry decided to take it upon himself to help her rid those urges of danger. He wanted her to be safe and happy and those coping mechanisms she came up with were far from that.

Harry would have never thought that seeing someones else as broken as him made him realise how appealing therapy actually was.

Haven shifted her arm lower around Harry's waist. Harry flinched at the surprising contact but quickly got himself at ease again. He looked down at Haven's face and saw her blink in confusion. It only took her a couple of seconds to remember everything that happened the night before. As if she knew Harry was looking at her, she looked up at him with a grin.

"Good morning," She croaked out. Harry felt her rub her thumb over his hip bone, dangerously close to a whole other problem. "I see you're awake already. Both of you,"

Harry nearly choked on his spit when he realised she was absolutely right. His cheeks flushed red and his eyes widened. "Fuck - sorry,"

"That's OK," Haven chuckled lowly. "Can't blame you when all I can think about is what it did last night,"

Those words did not make Harry felt any less embarrassed but he was once again reminded of Haven's careless view on life. He was thankful for it but also scared, seeing what that carelessness often did to her safety.

"I still want to thank you," Harry said. His voice was as raspy as hers was.

Haven looked back up at him with raised eyebrows and then moved herself upon his lap in one swift action. Both of Harry's hands immediately tightened on her hips to keep her from shifting and make his problem even worse.