Black

XXXVII

"You want me to do what now?"

I stomped my foot on the ground childishly. I have been repeating my words for like ten minutes now.

"Harry," I whined. He opened one eye and looked at me from his spot on the bed. When I broke into his room, like I owned the place, he was fast asleep on his stomach, his arm hugging a pillow to his side

"Yeah, I'm listening," he rasped out.

I breathed and sat beside him on the bed, "I was going through what we knew about that guy an-"

He glanced out the window, "Is the sun even out?"

I sighed. This was useless.

"I'm sorry. Go ahead." He smiled slightly and looked at me through an almost closed eyelid.

Removing my hair from my face, I licked my lips to wet them, feeling anxious, "Well, from that, I gathered some of the puzzles and pieced them together."

He hummed and I took that as a sign that he was finally taking in my words, "That guy, whoever he was, only appeared when I was being assaulted," I paused and looked around, "do you know wha-Harry," I called out once soft snores erupted from him and his mouth fell open, but got no response.

"Harry," I whispered and poked his arm.

He snapped the same eye open, "I'm awake."

I deflated, exhaling loudly.

I knew that it wasn't fair for me to wake him up in the middle of the night because I thought of some stupid idea, there was always the morning of the day after, but I just needed to talk to someone.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, "I'm listening now."

My mouth went dry as I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.

The blanket that was covering almost his entire body from view fell to the bed, and he was shirtless. Like he had no shirt on. Just his chest. Bare chest. Heat rose to my cheeks as I looked away and coughed, suddenly aware of our close proximity.

"I'm listening, Josephine. Did you sleep this time?" He chuckled.

I fidgeted away from him, adding some more distance between us, "Can uh....you put a shirt on?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw him smirking a wide fatass smirk, "You woke me up in the middle of the night because you want to tell me something and you are being bossy too?!"

"You were the one who told me to wake you up if I needed you!" I defended.

"Well, god damn me for ever muttering such thing!" He exclaimed, "Josephine Black, you have got two options: Talk or let me get back to sleep."

"I can get you the shirt," I said in a tiny voice then felt the bed shift underneath me as he laid back on the bed. I moved closer to him, placing my hands on his arms, "No, no, no, fine—I will talk."

He got back up with the same smirk, and I returned to my seat. Clearing my throat, I fixed my eyes to his, "As I was saying, that guy only showed up when something bad was happening to me; he helped me. So I thought, maybe if something bad happens again, he will show up. But this time I will catch him and not watch him run away."

"Ah," he said, pursing his lips and nodding slowly before reaching out for something from on top of the nightstand, "let me just drop a call to one of my good kidnapper friends or something. I have plenty of those," he said, his dimple prominent on both sides of his face.