An Oreo Crust Crumbling [Harry PotterxDaredevil Crossover Fanfic]

Wise Owls

They'd fallen asleep after. It had been nice –she felt warm and safe, as she usually did when she was with him. And she realized that she had been with him for a long time, physically and emotionally. It wasn't something she was used to, because she admitted she was more than used to being closed off and not sharing things, not even with Ron or Hermione.

Years of the Dursleys had taught her to protect herself and to keep to herself. It was hard to break habit, and she had never really needed to until Wesley came along. Ironically, it didn't even seem to be much work to break her habits with him. He was able to just slip right through her cracks, like it was nothing to him.

And now here she was, ensconced in his arms, which she was finding she was doing more and more these days ever since meeting him. More often than not, she realized, Harry was usually in his apartment and in his bed.

She was startled and trying to figure out how it came to be that they started meeting over Oreos (of all things) to sharing an awkward, glasses-messy first kiss.

And the truth was, they had never actually really attached a label to themselves. They had never been just friends. They had never really been in a relationship, until maybe now. They just had never really discussed what they were to each other.

Looking down at his sleeping face, she decided that didn't matter. They hadn't really needed to, and still didn't.

If she had to describe what they were to each other to others, they were just...together. Even from the start, they had always just been together. It hadn't changed over time, if maybe grown to be stronger and truer.

"I see you're awake, Harry."

Blinking out of her thoughts, she turned to see Dumbledore sitting by the fireplace, idly flicking his wand towards the roaring fire and making shapes of magical creatures. At the sight of a dragon, Harry carefully got out of the bed and headed towards him, sitting at the chair opposite. A quick glance at the window showed through the crack between the closed curtains that it was dark and probably nighttime.

"Peasegood is doing alright. He's been stabilized and they quickly reversed the spell on him, which was resulting in his wound being unable to close earlier," Dumbledore told her solemnly.

"That's good news," Harry nodded slightly.

He looked over to the still sleeping man on the bed, his lips upturning slightly. "Will you tell me how you met?"

Blinking owlishly and caught off guard, Harry took one glance at Wesley before turning to Dumbledore and unsurely began to talk about the time they met to all the way to how Wesley had to be brought here and tagged along with her and Peasegood.

Dumbledore chuckled lightly. "Sounds like he found you from the beginning. Remarkably, I knew another James that seemed to have been smitten straight from the start –your own father seemed to have been struck by your mother from the moment he laid eyes on her. At least, unlike Lily, you seem to be a lot more amiable and agreeable to Mr. Wesley from the outset, unlike your poor father."

Harry grinned then. "Good thing my dad was persistent then."

"He was," Dumbledore agreed. His eyes flicked towards Wesley. "It seems you've met a stubborn James of your own though."

She couldn't help laughing quietly then because it was true. Wesley was stubborn, but so was she and they made quite the pair.

He smiled wistfully into the fire. "I knew a stubborn young man once." His smile fell. "It was a long time ago, and I was not nearly as stubborn to have held onto him. If I had, perhaps things could have changed..."