Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter forty-six*

[Beware, mature content is everywhere :)]

The pure dominance in Harry's voice was something Haven didn't hear as often as she heard his pleas and begs, but it was something she craved to hear more. 

Since Harry had been repeatedly lied to, secluded from important things, and taken out of the position of control nearly all his life, he had a habit of letting Haven take charge in the bedroom. Harry liked giving someone else the reigns of control after the war but sometimes that craving for making the rules and having power peeked in. 

That was when Harry and Haven usually ended up like how they did in the Room of Requirement, right after Harry dragged her from the Potions classroom.

Harry knew Haven cared little for Charms - the class they were supposed to be in at that moment - so he didn't feel guilty about skipping in even a little. Especially when he watched Haven take off every single piece of her clothing until she stood in front of him, skin chilled by the cool air in the Room of Requirement.

"What now, big guy?" Haven asked, obviously opting for acting like the brat she was today. 

"Don't 'big guy' me when I'm about to fucking wreck you," Harry told her, unimpressed by her antics. "In fact, I think you should keep your mouth shut unless I'm talking to you. Think you can manage that?"

"Sir, yes, sir," Haven told him, a big grin spread over her face. 

Harry loved that grin. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of it but he kept himself composed. Haven made him moody and edged him in the middle of the fucking Double Potions class so he needed to pay her back and give her the treatment she deserved. There was no time to swoon over her beautiful body and her teasing behaviour.

God, Harry felt like he was so bad at this.

Haven thought quite the opposite and acted it out by contradicting every word he said, just to work him up a little more. 

"Hmm, I quite like 'sir'," Harry told her, raising his eyebrows as he took a step closer to her. He was still fully clothed, though his hard cock was strained by the fabric of his trousers and he wanted nothing more than to take them off. 

"Of course you do," Haven said, watching his every move with excitement very apparent in her eyes. 

Harry looked down at her, expectantly raising his eyebrows to let her know she already broke the one rule he set for her. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"

"Definitely not," Haven shook her head, before adding, "sir,"

With a swift movement, before Haven could do anything to prevent it, Harry had turned Haven around to make her face the mirror which also functioned as the wall. Harry stood right behind her, pressing her behind flush against his front. His ringed fingers felt cold on her skin. 

When Haven caught Harry's eyes in the reflection of the mirror, she felt impossibly naked. With Harry still being fully clothed. The only items of clothing that were even slightly undone was his tie and his blouse which was untucked in some places and crept under the grey sweater. 

She felt Harry move one of his hands up her body, reaching up to her neck, and the other down to the dip of her hips and slowly sliding between her thighs. When the side of his hand slightly grazed over her clit, her legs jolted. In their reflection, Haven saw the corner of Harry's lips move up. 

"Got yourself all worked up, I see," Harry whispered, his lips nearly touching the shell of her ear. 

Haven decided to be wise and didn't respond unless Harry asked her to. There were other ways to push his buttons until he snapped.