Jupiter | Harry James Potter

lxxxii ; dobby's suggestion

A/N

a long one!

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"What're you still doing up?"

Harry's voice made Jupiter jump, and drop her Astronomy notebook onto the floor of the common room. "I was waiting for you, of course," she said, turning to see him. Harry was walking over to the couches with her, and she felt her heart begin to beat a little faster. His hair was halfway wet from the pouring rain outside, and his Quidditch jersey was somewhat dry, but still clinging against his skin.

"You didn't have to do that," he smiled, throwing down his Quidditch bag as he sat next to her on the couch, his arm casually throwing itself onto the backrest behind her.

"I know, but I wanted to," she shrugged, leaving her Astronomy book on the floor as she reached to grab her Potions book instead. "Besides, I figured you could use a little help on your Potions essay still."

Harry rolled his eyes playfully, a small smirk on his face. "You figured right," he said with a chuckle, leaning back against the couch.

"You're a lifesaver, really," he added, running a hand through his wet hair, trying to dry it off a little. "I don't know how I would survive without you."

He reached over to grab the Potions book from her hand, their fingers brushing against each other briefly.

"You're lucky you don't have to," she said, briskly kissing him before digging his potions essay out of his bag, which she had taken out of his dorm earlier.

"Honestly, Jo, I don't know how you keep track of all my homework," he said, running a hand through his hair. Jupiter stopped her eyes from lingering on it. "I forgot about that essay."

"I mean, it's not like I've been practically doing all of your work since first year," Jupiter joked, leaning back against his arm. "You'd be failing all of your classes if it wasn't for me doing this."

"Hey," Harry protested, a mock look of hurt on his face. "I wouldn't fail ALL of my classes. I would still manage a passing grade in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Which is exactly why I think you'll be an amazing Defense teacher," she said, starting to take notes on Harry's very poorly written essay. "Have you thought about a meeting place yet?"

"I tried," he sighed, his hand autonomously fiddling with a strand of Jupiter's hair. "Got nothing, though."

"Well, you better figure it out," she said disapprovingly. "That should be top priority, honestly."

"I disagree," he shrugged, his eyes lingering on Jupiter as she kept her focus on his essay. "I've had more important things to think about."

"Yeah?" Jupiter laughed slightly. "Like what?"

"Like how pretty you are," Harry grinned, his hands still playing with her hair. "It's distracting, really."

Jupiter rolled her eyes, and momentarily sat the essay on the table. She turned to face him, leaving very little distance between them. "And you are distracting me from your work."

Harry let his hand fall down from her hair to her waist, his fingers gripping the curve of her hip. "And how am I distracting you?" he asked, gently pulling her closer to him, their legs touching.

"You make it impossible to focus, you know that?" Jupiter said with a sigh, absentmindedly running a hand through Harry's extremely messy hair.

"I think it's a talent," he said, a cocky smirk still on his face. As her fingers ran through his hair, Harry's hand on her hip gently pushed her into his lap, so that she was straddling him, sitting on top of him.