Jupiter | Harry James Potter

lxix ; the words left unsaid

A/N

haha chapter 69 (i have the humor of a sixth grade boy)

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-HARRY-

   "She really went rough on you this time, didn't she?" Jupiter sighed as she dabbed at Harry's hand for the third night in a row. Umbridge had kept him for even longer that night, seemingly determined to make Harry hate his life even more. He had never before considered the possibility that there might beanother teacher in the world he hated more than Snape, but he had to admit he had founda contender.

"It wasn't too bad," he shrugged, flexing his hand as she rubbed the cloth against an area of the wound particularly hard. He didn't need Jupiter to know just how bad the detentions were getting. She already had too much on her mind, and he already felt like a burden to her.

"Sorry," she muttered, squeezing out the cloth into a small bowl before hexing more water into it. "Aguamenti."

"It's alright," he said, watching her closely. He knew that she hated seeing him in pain, but he also knew that she was finding some sort of joy in cleaning him up every night. It gave her an excuse to help, and that was all she wanted to do when she graduated. Even though the pain wasn't great, he liked seeing her work. It also gave them a time to be alone. "You're really good at this, you know."

Harry watched her fight back a small smile as her cheeks turned a muted color of pink. "If you say so," she laughed softly. He felt his heart flutter at the melodic sound.

"No, I mean it," he said, his good hand guiding her chin up so she had to look him in the eyes. "You'll make a fantastic healer."

"You think?" Jupiter asked as she lost the battle with her inevitable smile.

"Absolutely," Harry replied, his gaze lingering on her brown eyes. Without another word, Harry landed in, his lips brushing against hers. Jupiter's hand, which had been working diligently on his injury, paused as she responded diligently to the kiss, her fingers cupping his face. Harry yearned for the day when they wouldn't have to search for times to be alone together; he could already see himself waking up in the morning next to Jupiter, in fact, he couldn't see a future where he didn't.

He could see it perfectly; Jupiter healing his bruises after an intense professional quidditch game, then her calling him an idiot for choosing such a dangerous job for a living, then shutting up about it until the next game once he kissed her so deeply that she couldn't think of the words to tell him off.

She pulled away from him, a large smile dawning on her lips. "It'd be best to not let it get infected, yeah?" she said, her cheeks red as she avoided his eyes sheepishly. Harry watched her with a grin as she grabbed the washcloth and re-dampened it.

Harry couldn't take his eyes off her as she focused on his hand, her touch gentle and precise. The warmth in his chest grew, a feeling he was becoming more familiar with each time he was near her. He knew what it was, had known for a while now, but the words seemed to get caught in his throat whenever he tried to say them out loud.

As Jupiter continued to care for his hand, Harry found himself lost in the moment, the world outside of their little bubble fading away. He swallowed hard, summoning the courage to voice what had been sitting in the back of his mind for weeks.

"Jupiter, I..." Harry began, his voice slightly shaky, but he didn't pull back. He needed to say it, needed her to know just how much she meant to him. "I think I—"

The portrait hole suddenly swung open, the creak of the door cutting through the quiet of the common room. Harry and Jupiter both jumped, their moment shattered as Ron stepped through, looking exhausted but still alert.