Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter forty-four*

[Mature content is marked where it starts]

After that one drunken night, Haven made sure Harry stuck close to her so she could be there for him anytime he needed. Haven decided it to be a good idea to keep him busy with studying for the NEWTs which were drawing closer. 

On the Sunday afternoon, the two sat at one of the tables in the common room and went over their notes for Potions. Admittedly, there wasn't a lot, but Harry managed to Summon Hermione's notes from her bag without getting noticed so they used those as general guidelines.

It was safe to say that neither of them had much of a clue on how the Potions worked and the benefits of each ingredient but at least they tried. Well, they tried to try.

Haven noticed Harry to be thoroughly distracted by something that Haven didn't really know, and all Haven herself could think about was watching glasses and plates shatter apart and thereby clenching her thirst of anger. 

Ever since Harry and she resolved their fight, Haven hadn't been to the Room of Requirement for anything else than a nice shagging session with Harry. It was hard at first, but the motivation of falling into that endless pit of blissful pleasure made it a lot easier. Harry made her see stars whenever they were together. 

Now that they sat together in silence, Haven couldn't help herself but get occasionally distracted with the memory of the pleasure and the sensation of Harry's skin on hers. When Haven thought back to how Harry had whimpered under her touch, she felt Harry's eyes on her, though she was pretty sure he hadn't noticed her clenching her thighs together as she continued to copy Hermione's notes.

"You didn't have any siblings, did you?" Harry suddenly asked, making Haven look up with a frown. Her quill stilled in her hand.

"No," Haven shook her head. She noticed Harry's slightly shaking hand. "Why?"

"Just wondering," Harry shrugged, trying to be casual but obviously failing. He adverted his attention back to his piece of parchment and continued to doodle in the corner of it but Haven wasn't having this secrecy. 

"Tell me, it's OK," Haven told him reassuringly, now completely putting her quill down. She made a vow to herself that she was going to be there for Harry as long as she still could so he didn't feel the need to drown himself in alcohol.

She had lightly scolded him that morning for it, calling him a hypocrite for making her quit her unhealthy coping mechanisms but still developing one of his own but soon held him close to her again and promised him things were going to be better someday. 

Harry sighed deeply and rested his chin on his balled fist. "I wish I had siblings," Harry admitted to her, a slight pout on his lips. "That would be fun. A big family like the Weasleys,"

With a kind smile, Haven soothing combed through his unruly hair. "They do know how to have a good time,"

"I hope that one day I'll have a big family of my own, too," Harry added.

The look in his eyes remembered Haven of how desperately Harry needed people of his own. He needed his friends, he needed his family, he wanted to take care of Teddy the way no one ever took care of him. He wanted no one in the world to ever feel the way he felt, the responsibility of it heavy on his shoulders. Haven was never going to be enough for that.

"Really?" Haven asked with a gulp. "Babies aren't very fun, you know?"

"Still," Harry shrugged, tilting his head against Haven's hand when he realised she stopped moving. He truly was like a little puppy sometimes. "What about you?"