Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter fifty*

[First flashback is mature content, the second only the first few lines]

Patting down the soft duvet of his bed next to him in attempt to curl up against Haven again, Harry found himself alone in his four-poster bed. 

That was not exactly how he had expected to wake up. Certainly not at four in the morning. Haven never left that early. In fact, she usually stayed later than most people would. Haven hated getting up in the morning and would lie in bed and do nothing all day if she could. 

It was nothing like Haven to already be gone at four in the morning. 

For just a moment, Harry took the time to curse himself for knowing Haven so well. He didn't even know Ron's usual morning routine and he slept in the same room as him for about eight years straight. 

His affections for Haven were going down the more-than-friends shute very quickly. He had to pull himself together.

Looking around the room, he noticed everyone was in their own bed, except for Seamus who was in Dean's and Ron who was probably in Hermione's dormitories.

With a blush on his cheeks, Harry imagined how they all must have found both him and Haven very, very naked when they had finally gone to bed.

To keep himself from any further embarrassment, he hastily pulled some warm clothes on and hurried out of there.

After Haven and he were done, they had immediately passed out, exhausted from the long and demanding rounds of rough sex.

"Come on, one more for me," Harry panted in Haven's ear as he pushed all his weight into her and thrusting her against the wall. 

Her entire body was wrapped around his to keep herself steady but her muscles had long given up on her and relied on Harry to keep her up now. His own arms and legs were shaking, having gone through so many different positions and paces already. 

"One more for me, darling. We can cum at the same time, OK?" Harry said, lightly squeezing her arse. 

"Ah - ah - yes," Haven moaned. There was little else she could do as exhaustion slowly took over her. Coherent sentences were long in the past, her vocabulary solely consisted of simple words like 'yes', 'no', and 'fuck' - and Harry's name was thrown in there occasionally as well. 

"Good girl - fuck!" Harry softly cried out as he hit another deep spot, combined with the irregular but repeated clenching around him that Haven undeniably could not control anymore. 

It had been quite rough.

The common room was nearly empty as well. The house-elves already stopped by, Harry guessed, considering the oddly clean space it was. No one ever had enough energy left to clean up after all those people that came over. Harry saw Ginny sprawled over a passed out Luna on one of the couches. Someone had put a blanket over the two of them. Harry safely assumed they didn't see Haven anywhere.

There was one obvious place where Haven usually went when she needed some solitude. 

With big steps, Harry stalked out of the common room, dangerously fast on the steep staircase and then made his way through the corridors.

At first, Harry could only wonder why Haven would need to be alone at four in the morning but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

She had been a little distant during the Easter holidays - even at The Burrow had he noticed some odd looks from her. Something had been bugging her for weeks. Harry felt stupid for not noticing it until now.