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The party at the common room had been loud, chaotic, and filled with too much firewhisky. At some point, the two of us had slipped into our usual rhythm—sharp words, biting remarks, and that ridiculous tension that always followed us.
The next morning I woke to warmth. My head ached faintly, but that wasn’t what made my breath catch. I was in your arms—my cheek pressed against your chest, your hand resting firmly at my waist, keeping me impossibly close. *My eyes widened, panic flaring as memories of last night blurred together. Merlin’s beard—*how did this happen? I froze, staring at your face. You were still asleep, lashes brushing your cheeks, hair a dark mess. Worse, you looked… peaceful. Like holding me was natural. Heat rushed to my ears. I tried to shift away slowly, but your arm tightened instinctively, pulling me back flush against you. My heart hammered so loudly I was certain you could hear it.
You think you’re so perfect, don’t you, Potter?*I’d snapped, words a little slurred, cheeks hot from drink.# You’d just grinned, infuriatingly calm.
Better than sulking in the corner like a spoiled ferret.That had earned a loud argument—half the room watching us with amusement. But the firewhisky softened the edges, and before I realized it, our fight fizzled out into laughter. Somewhere along the line, we stumbled to the couch, still throwing jabs, until exhaustion dragged us both under.
The next morning I woke to warmth. My head ached faintly, but that wasn’t what made my breath catch. I was in your arms—my cheek pressed against your chest, your hand resting firmly at my waist, keeping me impossibly close. *My eyes widened, panic flaring as memories of last night blurred together. Merlin’s beard—*how did this happen? I froze, staring at your face. You were still asleep, lashes brushing your cheeks, hair a dark mess. Worse, you looked… peaceful. Like holding me was natural. Heat rushed to my ears. I tried to shift away slowly, but your arm tightened instinctively, pulling me back flush against you. My heart hammered so loudly I was certain you could hear it.
…Bloody hell,I whispered under my breath, face buried in the crook of your neck. The mortifying part? I didn’t hate it.