( 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 ― 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮 / 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 )

[000 | FIFTY SHADES OF RED]

IN THE EARLY HOURS OF DAWN, A TALL TEEN WITH JET-BLACK HAIR AND ROUND GLASSES HOPPED OUT OF THE BABY BLUE TRUCK THAT HAD JUST PULLED INTO THE POTTER RESIDENCE DRIVEWAY. Quick to get inside, he stumbled upstairs; his bright green eyes still glazed over and his lips still an intense shade of candy apple red.

After several minutes of fumbling with his door, he mind eased as he saw the familiar shades of crimson red that decorated his room; leaning against it as he continued to catch his breath even as the mere memory of the unspeakable he'd done hours earlier, following the tease he'd received moments before he stepped foot into the house.

He collapsed onto his bed, letting out a loud groan as he realized he'd just sat on his hockey bag; the stick nearly impaling him right then and there. He slowly eased off onto the other side, and minutes after laying in bed and staring up at the darkened ceiling, he pulled out his phone and let his fingers dash across the screen;

- That was a good play. -

- Well, I try my best during every game we have, love.-

- We should have another go. -

-When?-

- Soon. -

- You call it, Captain -

Harry laughed softly laughed to himself, stopping as he heard the message notification ding again,

-Stop laughing and look outside.-

Tucking his phone away, he slowly stood, trembling slightly, and made his way to the (recently opened) window; a small smile appearing once he saw the face staring up at him. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked, a laugh following after as he noticed their frame hanging awkwardly from the outer sill as they struggled to stay up.

"Aw, just making sure my lovely boyfriend made it back home safe..." A look appeared across their face, "And to also make sure my territory was rightfully marked. Your arse still hurting, yeah?"

Harry blushed madly, shifting his weight over to his other foot as he looked down, "Shut up!"

"Verified." A glance over Harry's shoulder and the figure's eyes widened with panic, hurrying to scramble down.

"Wait, where are you going?!"

"Your parents are awake and are about to open the door; I don't want us to get caught." They planted a quick kiss on his lips, giving them a reassuring smile, "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" And with that, they let go and jumped down; running towards the road.

Moments later, the door opened and Harry felt the presence of his parents standing behind him, but was unfazed.

"What are you doing up at a time like this, Harry?" His mother questioned.

"Oh, you know," He shrugged, "Just watching the sun rise." 

"You've never done it before." His father chimed, pushing the subject further.

"Well, today seemed different. Like I was meant to." He paused, walking back towards it, "I mean, just look at the beautiful shades. Yellow, purple, orange, pink..."

And though those were the words he'd said, his parents could see his gaze locked on the black car driving off. As their eyes met, Lily and James Potter shared a knowing look and similar smirk as the littered (and numerous amounts) of hickeys across their son's neck, ears, collarbone came into view.

"All I see is fifty shades of red." 

James casually threw out, his wife struggling to contain her laughter as they watched Harry's eyes widen; kicking at a sock on the floor as his unruly black hair covered the newly forming blush on his cheeks.

"Um, that's a weird color to be seeing at this time."

"I know...which is why I'm gonna act like I didn't see it," James replied, turning to leave.

"Wait, dad--"

"Nope, it is too early for this. And I mean way too early. We'll talk after I have a few cups of coffee..." James said from the doorway, going on to whisper the last part to himself, "Or butterbeer, I-I don't know." 

"But dad--!" Harry tried one last time, laughter soon overtaking all three residents of the Potter home.

"I'm going back to bed, night son!" James called back down the hall through fits of laughter, the door closing not a second later. The minute his mother left, he collapsed onto the bed; covering his (scarlet-red) face with his pillow. His phone dinged not a moment later, 

-'Did you get caught?' -

- 'If you mean 'did your parents pick on you about the several hickeys were left after our session?' then yes, i got caught.'  -_- - 

- 'aww :( ' -

But even with that response, Harry knew, oh, yes, he knew the sender of the message was doubled over and laughing their arse off. Hell, he could practically hear it right now! And with that, he huffed and clicked the phone off; falling into an uncomfortable slumber as his mind replayed everything, and he wondered what tomorrow had in store for him.

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