( 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 ― 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮 / 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 )

[00000 | NEARLY CAUGHT]

THEY WERE AT HOME ALONE. Yet, silence filled up the entire place. Not due to anything serious, merely the home phone ringing downstairs. And they'd be lying if they said they weren't terrified in that moment. Laughter from upstairs trailed down the steps before thumping followed; a sleepy raven-haired boy appearing in the kitchen's doorway, pausing to give himself a few seconds to comprehend the sound along with his situation.

He pressed the glowing 'accept' button as he waited for the caller to speak, adjusting his rim-wired glasses in the meanwhile, "Harry, love, is this you?"

A second set of footsteps echoed his in the background, an additional voice jumping into the conversation, "Hey, who's that?"

"Parents, now leave!"

"Nah, I think I'll just stay."

He glared over at his left, quickly covering the phone, "Fine. You're allowed to stay, but if you dare screw up this phone call, I will--"

"What, you're gonna screw me up?" A scoff, "You've already done so, babe. But you're welcome to do it a second time." The second figure laughed before coming to an abrupt stop, mumbling profanity as their toes were stomped on repeatedly.

"Hell-o?" Came from the phone.

Harry Potter yawned, rubbing furiously at his eyes, "Mum?"

"Oh, it is you!" His mother switched her phone between her ear and left shoulder, holding up an item she'd found interest in to show to her husband, James, who was busy creating mischief around the store with fellow costumers. "How've you been?"

"Pretty good. Things have been alright--school and home wise." Harry yawned, allowing his now visible green eyes to glance over to his left, letting a grin creep onto his face. "We've got a game against the Slytherins next--hey, stop that!"

His mother frowned on her side, "What was that?"

"Sorry, I meant to say we've got a game next week." Harry paused, clutching the phone a bit tighter, "I miss you and dad loads."

Lily smiled at her son's words, "We miss you too, Harry. We'll try and be back before the game. But if we don't..." She passed the phone to her husband who was grinning like a mad-man, "be sure to dominate those vile serpents for us, eh, Harry?"

An unknown laugh could be heard in the background, ruffling following after, "Sure thing, dad." He laughed, raising an eyebrow as he stood up, "It's quite easy to dominate a Slytherin once you know the trick--ow!"

"Sounds like you're having fun." His dad commented, remembering back to his own 'fun days' as a teenager long ago.

"Um...Ginny's next to me." He replied, though it came out more like a question.

"She is now? She's been coming over a lot lately, hasn't she?"

Harry let out a nervous laugh, "Y-yeah, she thinks it's fun to--ohhh..." Another laugh could be heard along with, "I've told you before, I'm on the phone with my parents!"

"But you look so adorable  when you're all flustered and you keep making the most hilarious faces! I honestly can't resist, Harry!"

There was a sound of static with mid-breaks of yelling before the conversation resumed, "Sorry about that. I'm really not sure what's wrong with..." A pause, "her."

James started to get curious, "Are you sure it's Ginny? I really didn't recognize her voice and she usually wouldn't do this during phoneca--"

A static, "Hey dad, did you hear that? I-I think I'm losing connection--"

"Get your hand off the mic!"

"No, I can hear you--and whoever else is there--quite perfectly--" His father said, starting to realize what was happening.

 Another static, "No, I'm not hearing well from your end."

"Harry--"

"Sorry dad. Love you, and tell mum the same. Bye!" He rushed the last words out, hurrying to end the conversation. When it was confirmed, he shot a glare over at the smirking figure who was practically glowing from the moonlight shining on their body. The very first thing to pop in his head for him to yell out was, 'We were nearly caught!' But instead, he asked,

"What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking, 'I wanna talk to my boyfriend's parents but he's stubborn sometimes so I guess I'll have to butt my way into the conversation.'"

"Was that sarcastic reply really necessary?"

"And was the previously asked question necessary considering I warned you before-hand?"

Harry blinked twice before sighing, "You know what? I don't even care. I just know I'm tired, and I'm sleeping on you because you caused me to be like this." He said, looping his arm around their waist as they began walking towards the staircase.

"And you wanna know something?" A smile, " I'm absolutely fine with that."

"Your moods are always changing."

"Okay, and?"

"It's irritating!"

"Kinda like you when you snore sometimes?"

An sigh, "You're impossible!"

"Not so, because I'm here with you." A chuckle, "It's a wonder how we ended up together."

Harry gave a final say before they disappeared down the hall, the two falling into a quick slumber the minute they hit the bed, 

"And it's a miracle that my parents didn't recognize your voice."