Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter sixty-five

The week of tranquillity and distraction that followed may have been one of the best weeks Haven had in a long while.

Harry took her to every scenery her book talked about and they ate every food it recommended them to eat and Haven loved every second of it. The change from their usual time spent together at Hogwarts was odd at first but soon it become refreshing. It was new and exciting and a whole lot of fun.

They climbed all the stairs up the Eiffel Tower, they visited the Louvre and adored the beautiful artwork that was displayed, and a wizarding club that was rather hard to find became their trusty hang-out spot for a couple of evenings in a row and was especially fun on a karaoke night after Harry had taken Haven on a romantic candle-lit dinner.

They visited small towns in the south and expensive restaurants in the north and even had a nice morning at the beach in the west. Everything was perfect and romantic and one of the best weeks in their life. 

Every second was like they stole it from a dream. The warm grips on their thighs when they sat together or the careless touch of his hand on her back when she wore the backless red dress for him on another date she planned - they behaved perfectly well in plain sight but many of the French did not see the hand that crept up her dress when they sat rather close to each other, and they didn't see the foot, clad in black heels that crept up his leg until teasingly stroking his inner thigh.

And no one had seen their passionate adventure in the alley behind the wizarding bar. 

At least they hoped so. And if someone did see, they got a nice show so the couple didn't really care. It was all about how they had a great time.

But the nerves were starting to catch up to them, especially in Haven's case because after this trip to France, she had no place to go and no plan for the future and no money. 

These worries resulted in a lower frequency of going out and having fun in France and more brooding and browsing through random pamphlets Haven only understood a couple of words from since they were all completely in French.

Every day in France was a day closer to their return to Brittain and it frightened Haven to no end. 

This was why a phase of irrational decisions began.

"Harry, come sit with me for a moment," Haven said as she dragged Harry in by his sleeve until she pushed him down on one of the chairs. He was only wearing one of his favourite hoodies and some boxers but Haven couldn't find herself to be more patient and wait until he put on some more clothes.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked with a frown, crossing his legs in the chair and watching Haven take a seat across from him.

"I need to know what I'm going to be doing in the next year of my life, Harry," Haven got straight to the point, her foot impatiently tapping against the wooden floor. "I need to know where I'll live and what I'll do and I don't know if I can do that in London or in Godric's Hollow where everything just -"

"I know, Haven," Harry quickly interrupted her. "I know you can't do that and I'm not forcing you to do that. I want you to have the best so you can move on from the war once and for all,"

God, Harry's understanding broke Haven's heart.

"Even though I didn't get the internship for the hospital here," Haven continued with a nod, "I want to see if there are other jobs that I can take here that offer an accommodation so I can stay here,"

Harry froze for a moment, not even daring to breathe.

"Oh - OK, yes, that's - Yeah, you should see if there's something else here," Harry stumbled over his words as he nodded, almost looking like flinches.