A/N This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature, mostly fade to black...
If kissing Harry in the courtyard just after the war was enough to let me dream my way through seven weeks of hell in Azkaban, then consensual and languorous kisses for half the night were enough to take me to heaven.
And the smiles—the smiles that played on our swollen, stubble-grazed lips in between our kisses—they were for just him and me. They made the last seven and half years of torment worth every second just to know they'd led to this very point. When Harry smiled lazily at me as we woke slowly the following morning, his happiness was so contagious it made my cheeks hurt. I'm still not sure how anyone could look as if this was their world but I understood I probably looked the same. I was glad for it to be this way—it meant we'd well and truly moved on from the past, from the war, from the anguish and the angst.
When I decided I wanted to change, all those months ago in my isolated cell, I never imagined that this was all I needed. It was as if I'd discarded a heavy cloak, simply because I'd let my heart be free and accepted the love of others; from my friends in the hospital wing and from Harry. I wanted to laugh.
'What?' Harry said quietly to me as we lay in bed the following morning, waiting for the various alarms to go off in preparation for the school day.
He tenderly brushed back my bed-messy hair from my face, his fingers lingering on the darker blue tips before they slowly glided over my cheeks to my jaw. Merlin, he looked at me with every ounce of love he felt expressed in those beautiful green eyes.
'I'm happy,' I whispered in reply.
'Me too,' he said before kissing me gently.
And I wanted to believe that Harry had forgiven himself for his time with Bill Weasley too. Simply because the smiles reached his eyes so that the skin crinkled around them and I knew those smiles belonged to me and me alone. No one made Harry Potter smile like that, not Ron or Mione, not even when he got a letter from Andromeda which contained the last photograph of little Teddy Lupin.
It was glorious. So glorious it tightened my chest and left my insides burning with want. I suppose it had always been that way between us.
I saw the relief in our friends too that following morning. I suppose they thought at-fucking-last as we distractedly got ready for breakfast. It was, after all, a year since I'd first made the bold move to kiss Harry in the courtyard. Really, I could curse myself for repeatedly telling him so adamantly that I was going travelling after Hogwarts. Who was I kidding—I wasn't going anywhere. Not without Harry by my side anyway.
Mione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna all came down to the Slytherin common room that morning; to check I was alright after my ordeal. Hermione smiled at us fondly and Ron kept clapping Harry on the back while Blaise was threatening to crack open a new bottle of pink gin to celebrate.
Pansy was grinning like the fucking Cheshire Cat all over again. She was worse than usual, especially when she led the way through the school to the Great Hall, pronouncing, 'make way for the ultimate power couple. Move, peasants, you're in the way. Royalty comes this way... And stand up straight and tuck your shirt in, you look positively slovenly like that...'
Theo rolled his eyes and muttered about putting up his own silencing charms—double strength ones.
It was never enough. That was our problem. Just kissing Harry was not enough.
And now we'd started, I couldn't get enough.
That day, as we left our Ancient Runes class together, he pulled me down a dark corridor and into an alcove.
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