Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter sixty-one

"I can't believe we can't fuck in our last week together," Harry pouted as he tightened his arms around Haven's torso.

"I know, this sucks," Haven grumbled, equally as annoyed with the turn of events. 

After visiting Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing for the cramps Haven experienced in her times of stressing about the NEWTs, Haven went back to Harry with the news that the potion she always took to stop her period could possibly be giving her some harmful side effects. Madam Pomfrey advised an immediate halt on her usage of the potion so the very next day, Haven's period kicked in. 

The first day, Haven was bedridden. Her stomach cramps had gotten much worse so Harry refused to let her out of her dormitories. He clung to her all day to make sure she stayed in bed with him and did his best to make her feel more comfortable. 

Occasional back massages and belly rubs were definitely a luxury Haven deeply appreciated. 

At this moment, Haven was on her back in her bed with Harry spread out over her, his head on her chest and his arms wrapped around her middle, right where a Heat Spell was carefully placed by Harry. Despite this turn of events, Harry was still as determined to stay at Haven's side for every single second of their last free week at Hogwarts. The side effects of Haven's potion may have eliminated some of his plans for their last week but not all of them.

One hour of sulking in each other's arms might not be as pleasurable as their fruitful hours of sex, but they were comfortable and comforted by their shared annoyance. 

"Maybe my period will be over before the end of the week?" Haven shone a small beam of hope onto them but neither wanted to get too excited for it, afraid of disappointment.

"With our luck, I wouldn't be surprised if it lasted your entire bloody life," Harry sighed out. He had curled his lips into a sad pout and his eyebrows were furrowed in irritation. 

In his life he never got a lot of chances to truly sit back and be annoyed at people or things or circumstances, it felt somewhat nice to have this opportunity for a problem he couldn't solve, no matter how much he wanted to at this moment. Harry felt relaxed in Haven's arms but also worried for her.

"Want to see my boobies?" Haven suggested, combing through Harry's hair to soothe him as much as possible. 

"Yes, please," Harry lifted his head from her chest with an excited grin on his lips. He pulled himself up on his arms so he planked above her and let Haven lift the shirt she was wearing - she clearly stole it from Harry but he just let her - to reveal her bra-less torso.

Harry swore his mouth started to water by just looking at her. With a both satisfied and relieved sigh, Harry dropped back down and put his head back on her chest, now pressing soft kisses to the side of her breasts and playing with her skin.

There was nothing truly sexual about it this time. It was a comfort for both of them, knowing each other for so long that nudity didn't bother them and didn't automatically make them want to have sex. 

Haven felt somewhat distracted to have Harry on top of her, so caught up in the way her body looks but with nothing but awe and admiration. Her stomach warmed - surely, this was what feeling butterflies in your stomach felt like. The pain from her cramps was distant now, just by having Harry cherish her so intently yet unintentionally.

"How's everything else going?" Harry then spoke up as he continued to press his fingers against the side of Haven's breast.

"Fine," Haven mumbled, closing her eyes to let the contentment of Harry's touch wash away her troubles.

Her answer made Harry halt in his movements before he pulled himself up on her forearms to hover above Haven. A narrow frown dominated his face, expressing his sudden worry. "What's wrong? Are the cramps getting worse? Do you need to change or clean up or -?"