𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟖𝟐 - 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙊𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, just people waking up to go to breakfast only to find the two of them snuggled up on the couch, Ophelia laying on her stomach in between Harry's legs as he tucked her into himself, a sort of human shell around her as she snored lightly into his neck, his hand holding the hair at the back of her head.

That was enough for them to walk past without making a noise, a few people stopped to observe for a couple moments before moving on with their life, the two of them only being startled awake with a bright white flash, Harry was armed with his wand in an instant holding it out blindly as he saw the blurry form of Colin Creevey standing by his feet with a camera, looking incredibly sheepish indeed.

"Colin... what are you doing?" he asked tiredly, running his hand down his face as Ophelia slumped back down on the couch cushions to go back to sleep again, Harry smiled to himself as she settled again.

"Well... you looked cute together and I thought you'd appreciate me developing the picture." said Colin quietly as he shuffled on his feet, "I can get rid of the roll if you want? 

"No, no it's fine... I'd just appreciate you giving me a heads up before you wake me up like that." Said Harry, stretching a little before adjusting his glasses.

"Sorry Harry," said Colin scampering off.

Harry looked back at Ophelia, buried in the blanket her mother had made her with her hair splayed all around her head, he smiled as he pushed some hair off of her face that was moving when she breathed so angelic, yet she was as dangerous as they came. Some people's worse nightmare, but to him she was a dream.

Getting off of the couch, he wrapped her up tightly in her blanket before hoisting her up into his arms carrying her up the stairs to the boys dormitory, where he hoped everyone had already left and thankfully they had, setting her down on his ready bed, he tucked her in and pulled the curtains on while he sat at the end of it, doing his homework.

Ophelia stirred awake two hours later to find that her head was resting in Harry's lap as he read a book on defensive magic, smiling up at him tiredly as he realised that she was awake craned his head down to press a kiss to the top of her head, the space between her eyebrows, the tip of her nose and finally a gentle one to her lips. She leaned up to apply a little more pressure, before pulling away to kiss his cheek.

The two of them shifted down a bit so her head was resting against his chest, his chin ontop of her hair as they read the book together.

"Okay, so we've done that chapter.... and that one, goddamn we've covered a lot in the DA.... we're pretty good, oh okay,  we haven't done that one... add it to the list, we can that at tonight's meeting." said Ophelia, reading the pages as he turned them, "So at what point last night did you manage to get me into bed with you?"

"You've only been up here a couple of hours." Said Harry putting an arm behind his head as he leaned back casually, "Didn't want to share you with anyone just yet."

She grinned as she looked up at him, "Oh... it's like that then huh?"

"Damn straight." Said Harry returning the smile, putting the book down in her lap.

"You might be."

"What-"

"Sorry, yeah... I'm bisexual."

"Bi-sexual? You like girls and boys then?"

"Yeah, you're not bothered are you?"

"What am I Phee?"