Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 49

The next morning, I stir awake as rays of sunlight from the morning sun peek through the blindfolds. I let out a soft groan as my eyes flutter awake.

Harry's arms are wrapped around me, his body pressed against mine. I turn over to face him, and he slowly starts to wake up.

"Good morning," he says sleepily as he reaches over to grab his glasses from the nightstand beside us. His hair is a mess- sticking out from odd angles. He couldn't look any better. He then cracks a wide smile and envelops me into his arms, causing me to burst into a fit of giggles. 

"How did you sleep?" I ask.

"Like shit," Harry replies, shrugging. He pulls me in closer. "But at least I was with you."

I don't say anything as a smile begins to creep across my features. I don't hide it and shift closer to him, embracing the warmth of his body. For once, I don't think of Adrian or my family. Despite the fact that I should be anywhere but here, things feel normal. 

"You know," Harry continues, not waiting for a response, "I think I could get used to this."

"Me too," I say at once- and I mean it. His smile widens at this. 

"Really?"

I stare into his eyes, then slowly nod, a smile creeping across my face. 

"Really. Maybe I could sneak into the Gryffindor common room every once in a while."

Harry laughs at this. Again, we fall silent. None of us say anything for a moment, but we don't need to. 

Finally, he opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, the door swings open, followed by Weasley and Hermione. Ron is the first to enter the room, and the moment his eyes land on us, they widen in horror and his mouth hangs open. When Hermione peeks her head in to see what the fuss is all about, she lets out a small gasp and covers her mouth with her hand. 

"For God's sake, Harry!" Ron groans, his voice with laced with disgust. "I thought you two were sharing different rooms!" He then grabs a shirt sitting atop the dresser next to him and chucks it at Harry. He catches it with ease, looking just as flustered as his friend. 

"I didn't think you would just storm in like that!" Harry defends angrily, throwing the shirt over his head. I feel a pang of disappointment as he does so. "Just don't tell Sirius?"

Ron stammers. "J-just don't ever do..." he eyes the two of us warily, almost at a loss for words, "... that again."

Finally, Hermione speaks up. Her voice is hardly a whisper. "There's... food downstairs if you want it."

The two of them then exchange glances- first at each other, then at us. Slowly, they begin to walk out of the room, fading into the halls and whispering to the other- no doubt discussing what they just witnessed. 

When we're both sure they're completely gone, we immediately burst into laughter. 

"I think he's starting to warm up to us," Harry says, sounding almost thoughtful. However, when I glance up at his face, a slight smirk rests on it, only widening as my eyes meet his. 

"I don't think Weasley ever will," I mutter in response, frowning. "But quite frankly, I could care less about what he thinks."

"And that's why I like you so much," Harry says with a grin. He then inches closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and resting his chin on my head. "Do you really have to leave tonight?" His voice is teasing- almost pouty. 

I nod, confirming. 

"You know that I'd rather be with you than anyone else, right?" I say when he goes quiet. "Especially my family."