Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter fifty-seven*

[Mature content is marked where it starts]

Harry knew exactly who to expect when he heard a knocking on the wooden door of the empty changing room. A smirk already tugged on the corners of his lips as he crossed the space to open the door. 

His amazing team had already left to go back to the castle for the celebrations. Harry was pretty sure Seamus invited nearly all of Hogwarts to the Eighth-years Tower to celebrate Gryffindor's splendid win. 

Opening the wooden door with a creak, he found the one and only Seeker who beat him to the Golden Snitch in the pitch just ten minutes before. With her arms crossed, she leaned her shoulder against the doorframe, still wearing her yellow Quidditch robes like Harry was still wearing his scarlet ones.

"Here to gloat about your little victory over me?" Harry asked her, stepping aside to let her in. The changing room was dimly lit but Haven appeared to light up the entire room with her bright robes.

"Well, in the end, you are your team were the great victors so I was actually expecting you to brag about that," Haven told him, examining every inch of the changing room with her fingers tangled behind her. 

Harry let out a low chuckle, looking down at the floor for a moment before eying Haven again. He slowly took a couple of steps closer to her. "I think we both know why you're here,"

"Hmm, do we?" Haven asked semi-innocently. She whipped around to face Harry with that clever raise of her eyebrows and cheeks pink from anticipation.

"Don't play innocent with me," Harry's voice lowered. "You teased me about it like three times in the pitch,"

Haven untangled her fingers behind her back and placed her palms on Harry's chest. Her hands were still concealed by the leather of the Seeker gloves, matching the rest of their attire. All Harry could think about were her gloved fingers stroking his already hardening need.

"Well, come on, then," Haven said, her voice a mere whisper, her lips much too far from Harry's. "Fuck me up, Captain,"

That one word was all it took for Harry to damn every boundary and self-restraint. 

[No hands in pants]

His hands flew to her waist, circling around her lower back to press her body flush against his as he smashed their lips together in hurried urgency. The kiss was aggressive and passionate whilst all they could do with their arms was pull each other closer and tug on the restraining clothing. Their hands tangled with their long robes as Harry pushed them through the changing room until Haven's back hit one of the wooden walls. 

Haven released a breathy moan against Harry's lips at the impact. With Harry pushing his hips against hers, she lifted her legs to curve around his hips, handing Harry the access to completely grind his hips against hers. 

The low groan that mewled from his throat caused a shiver through Haven's entire body, pooling low in her stomach. Muttering pleas and moans into her mouth, Haven smiled at the boy so desperate for her.

"You're cute when you whining for more," Haven told him when she momentarily separated their lips. The tension was suffocating as her bottom lip glided over his. 

"Well, I'm about to get really cute," Harry said as his arms circled around her middle and tugged on the waistband of her cream-coloured pants. He brought his lips to her jaw, pressing firm but lazy kisses right under her ear. "Since I won, don't you think I deserve a reward?"

Harry's hoarse and low voice whispering things like that into her ear made Haven weak in her legs. She could only comply in moans as Harry pulled her pants down until the only thing keeping them from hitting the floor was Haven's leather shin guard on her right leg.