CONFUNDUS; harry potter [UNDER EDITION]

CHAPTER EIGHTY

I tried to write smut but due wattpad's policies I published the complete version in AO3. 

Anyway, enjoy this short chapter before the big timeskip.

Lucca is so used to waking up with the sunlight that Harry's new curtains covering the window have him disoriented for a whole minute before he remembers this is not his house. Then, when he stirs and attempts to get up he notices the loose arm around his waist. Harry grunts, the grumpy git, and Lucca sighs against the pillow. He tries to not move much, even though Harry isn't a light sleeper as he used to, the potions finally settling him into a good sleeping routine.

He can't go back to sleep. A bad habit he has inherited from his mother, and the absence of light awakes his senses more. His body feels rested, secured in Harry's body heat, yet his throat is dry and his stomach demands food.

After the discussion with his father, Lucca went back to Harry demanding to go home and Harry, scared he might blast a hole against the wall and ruin the decorations, apparated them right in the front door. Harry just asked once if he was alright and Lucca dismissed his worries with a sloppy kiss before going down to his knees. Harry didn't ask questions later, but he did say Lucca doesn't owe his father anything.

"He's a massive turd, after all," he mumbled before snoring against Lucca's chest.

That didn't shake off the feeling of regret consuming his guts.

Lucca is scared William won't be able to hold onto their secret. Would he dare to ruin Venice's special day? No, he wouldn't. Pandora always complained that William was the softest of her children. William won't say a word of this when Venice is combusting happily at her wedding, a wedding she has been planning for months to come out perfectly.

Getting out of the bed carefully, Lucca sighs in relief as Harry rolls on his stomach and continues snoring, ignorant of the time. Lucca envies how easy Harry falls asleep, no thought running around his head. Instantly, he regrets thinking this because Harry sleeps more due to the thoughts present when he is awake. There is a significant change in his attitude, which is good, more than good, but in the past days he has stayed with Harry, he has seen a glimpse of darkness taking over him from time to time. His friends told Lucca that Harry is getting there, it's slow and difficult, but at least he's not angry at the world and he's been out more, joining them for pub nights and Quidditch matches. He should tell Harry the truth, he is aware how this has brought them many problems before, and he knows Harry hates when he is left out. Especially when the issue concerns him, too. But Harry looks better, healthier, happier and he can't — he can't destroy the little change he has made in his life.

Lucca goes to the loo before he walks down the kitchen, admiring the new frames decorating Harry's walls. Pictures of Ron and Hermione, the Order of the Phoenix and Harry's parents at their wedding. He is a bit surprised how many pictures of them he finds. One of Harry's birthdays, another one from their summer holidays in Argentina and a very large one of them with Teddy. Lucca can't help but blush at a picture of himself he has no recollection of. He stares at it, trying to remember when exactly took this photo. It's from their Hogwarts years, fifth year it seems, Lucca is wrapped in a Gryffindor scarf even though he is wearing the Ravenclaw uniform. It's surreal. Sometimes Lucca forgets how long it has been since they have been together. November of 1995 feels too long ago, captured in a capsule and kept in dreams and memories. Lucca sees the happiness in him, the blush on his cheeks, the radiant smile because the one taking the picture is the love of his life.