Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Epilogue

[Mature content is marked where it starts]

Harry woke up the next morning when the sun was already shining through the cracks in the curtains, gracefully illuminating the room. He couldn't help the smile that spread over his face when he thought back to the night before.

It had been both beautiful and bittersweet - mostly because of all the crying they did.

Harry's heart jumped when he remembered that Haven would be staying with him. They would be together forever. 

Forever was a long time.

Harry's smile broadened. 

Patting the bed beside him, Harry found nothing but thrown off covers rather than the beautiful woman he was going to spend every minute of every day with from now on. He frowned as he lifted his head from the soft pillow, finding the curtains fluttering in the waves of the wind. 

Either Haven was enjoying the balcony in the summer air or someone broke in through it and killed her.

Harry opted the first scenario.

Still wanting to be sure, Harry rolled off the bed and pulled a shirt over his torso and a pair of boxers over his hips before sliding the curtains to the side, revealing a gorgeous Haven leaning over the railing of their balcony, wearing nothing but one of Harry's shirts.

Harry's breath hitched in his throat at the sight, nearly choking on his own saliva. Both he and Haven slept naked, especially in the hot warmth of the summer, and didn't mind it one bit. They didn't always get the urge to have sex when they cuddled up to each other, skin to skin - they usually just enjoyed the vulnerability of being so bare with each other - but somehow, seeing Haven in nothing but his clothes, Harry's mind spiralled with several different very naked scenarios. All of them took place somewhere around their temporary apartment but the most vibrant was right there in front of him.

Haven. Leaning over the railing of the balcony.

A large white shirt clad her body. Long, bare legs peeking from the hem, like brown pillars. Her arse was jutted backwards as her body was curved over the stone railing. Dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, fluttering in a light morning breeze.

Walking up to her, Harry rested one hand on her lower back as he went to stand next to her, letting the light wind refresh his face. 

"I'm going to miss it here," Haven whispered, looking out at the wide view of France. 

"We can still stay here for as long as you'd like," Harry told her, looking down at her. "Or we can visit it whenever you need a break."

"That would be nice," Haven nodded. "I'll earn us some money then as well. Otherwise, you'll go broke within months."

"Don't worry, my vault can lose a handful of Galleons. I'm filthy rich, remember?" Harry smirked, cockily sliding his hand from her back to her arse, giving it a teasing squeeze.

"Woke up with a boner, did you?" Haven chuckled as she straightened her back and finally looked at Harry. Her movement was caught in the light breeze, lifting the hem of her shirt for a moment. Harry's eyes were glued to her bare skin within seconds and she knew it.

"I would if you were still there when I woke up," Harry wasn't actually upset but he jutted his bottom lip forward in a pout. "I don't have the best experience with falling asleep by your side and waking up to an empty bed, you know."

"Now that we're here I can't have gone far," Haven smiled as she poked the dimple that revealed itself when Harry pouted his lips. She wanted to kiss the dimple.