𝖮 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʰʲᵖ

• ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔖𝔦𝔵 : ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 •

• Chapter Twenty Six : Hopes and Fears •

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The air appeared cold but (Y/N) felt so warm under the thick blanket. The wind outside the dormitory was undeniably howling in the early morning, but (Y/N) felt nothing but the warmth seeping through her skin and eventually making her sleepy. She would have gone into another hour of sleep but the arm that was holding her waist kept her awake for that minute.

Grunting, she slightly shifted on the amiable bed — the hand on her waist shifted away from her skin and dropped on the bedsheets. She slowly opened her eyes — a soft gasp escaped from her lips after she saw what was in front of her.

Harry was still sleeping, thank god, but he looked so extremely handsome with his unkempt long hair swept back into his shoulder, his pinkish lips slightly agape, his contracted eyebrows — his peaceful features in general. He looked like he was in a happy place in his dreams — the serenity was brandishing on his flawless pale skin as if he was given the power to radiate whatever he was feeling inside.

His chest was heaving tenderly and was, inexplicably, in a match with hers — maybe it was the aftermath of the activity they did the night before. They had been connected in an intimate way after all.

(Y/N) took her hand out of the blanket, her naked body shifting on the bedsheet, then carefully touched Harry's hair — twirling and playing with a few strands.

His hair felt so soft against her fingertips, making her wonder how she could forget to ask him for his shampoo for all those times they had been together.

There was a gush of cold air that passed through the curtains, causing (Y/N) to directly shiver from head to toe.

"It's so cold." she mumbled, gritting her teeth whilst turning to look behind her.

Her clothes from last night were thrown shamelessly on the ground mixing up with Harry's. She huffed silently, shaking her head, before she slowly moved from the bed.

A sting on her inner thigh stopped her, however, from getting off the bed. She hissed, propping her arm on the bed to protect herself from falling off. The blanket that covered her upper body plummeted over to her legs, eventually showing her what Harry did to her.

Her body was full of red marks — and Rowena Ravenclaw knows how much her neck was ten times worse than what she could see — from her chest to around her belly button to her lower stomach: it was full of red hickeys. When she removed the blanket from her legs, she was shocked as she did seconds ago as her inner thigh was full of red bruises — though it wasn't just about that. Her thigh felt like jelly but super painful — her cunt was aching so much to the extent that she barely could think of walking.

She pushed her lower lip forward in an attempt to frown while trying to stand from the bed. She almost stumbled forward in the process, but she was grateful to have her good balance with her despite the excruciating pain in her legs.

Cussing, she held Harry's bedside drawer tightly with her whitening knuckles and, at the same time, picked up their clothes.

Harry was still dozing off when (Y/N) finished picking up the clothes and folding them into the laundry basket. She then grabbed a fresher set of her clothes from Harry's drawer and a towel before she went out — although discreetly — to go to the shower.