Jupiter | Harry James Potter

lviii ; never-ending interruptions

"You look like a right mess," Jupiter smirked, standing in the doorway of Harry and Ron's room. Harry stood awkwardly in front of the mirror, wearing clothes that were far too big for him, and struggling to tame his messy curls. He seemed on the verge of giving up altogether.

It was the morning of his hearing, and everyone had quickly realized that Harry was the only person who hadn't been at the kitchen table for breakfast.

"Shove off," he muttered, aggressively running a comb through his hair. "These are Mr. Weasley's clothes."

"You didn't have any other pants?" Jupiter asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah, because the Dursleys buy me fancy clothes all the time," Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes as he wiped a stray droplet of water from his forehead. "I don't know why I'm even trying to fix my hair."

"Yeah, you're fighting a losing battle there," Jupiter said, trying to hold back a laugh as he angrily raked the comb through his curls.

"D'you want to try, then?" he huffed, finally turning to face her as he held out the comb.

"Reckon I'll do better than you." She shrugged, letting the door shut behind her as she took the comb from him. "Sit down, I can't see the top of your head. You've grown like a foot."

"You obviously haven't," he joked, falling lazily onto the bed.

"Shut up, I'm not even short. I'm 5'5'." Jupiter scoffed, brushing his hair down roughly. She stood extremely close to him, her legs between his as he sat on the bed so she could easily reach him. She noticed several scattered droplets of water escaping the tops of his curls and running down his forehead and neck.

"Still short," he shrugged, a familiar smirk plastered across his lips as he stared up at her. "It's alright though, short women are hot."

Jupiter felt warm blood rush into her cheeks as she unsuccessfully fought a smile by tucking her bottom lip behind her teeth. His hair was nearly tamed now, but a part of her didn't want to move away from him.

"You're a tosser," she said through her accidental grin. She subtly combed up a previously flat part of his hair, making a few curls spring up again.

"I'll be anything you want if you put the comb down, Jupiter." He breathed, tilting his chin up at her. She felt his hands brush against the bare skin below his hoodie she was wearing as he pulled it over her head. She stopped thinking for a moment as the comb autonomously fell from her hand and onto the bed. She was betrayed by my body from the second she put both hands on the sides of his head and pulled him in. It was soft at first, then more urgent as his tongue moved against hers. His hands traveled down her body gently until they reached the bottom of her back, pulling her closer to him. Her legs automatically moved on top of him so that she was straddling his lap. She instinctively gripped the back of his hair, letting the curls unfold into her fingers.

"You're messing up my hair, you know." Harry smirked, slightly pulling away to the point where all she could see was his eyes hungrily pouring into hers.

"I don't care, stop talking." She said, exhaling all of the pent up air in her lungs. He let out a small laugh, one that made her feel like she could melt into a small puddle on top of him, then kissed her again, this time letting his lips leave a trail down to her neck. Even though they had only done that once, and it was extremely heat of the moment, Harry had already become extremely good at it.

His hands clutched her back, sending shivers down bed spine, while her fingers tangled even more tightly in his damp curls. It was just the two of them, so lost in each other that they didn't hear the door creak open.