Beyond the Outer Gates Lies... An Unfamiliar Ceiling?

I woke up looking at an unfamiliar ceiling.

Okay, that's technically not true. I'd been in Harry's room before. I had slept in his bed with Sona, Christmas night. So it wasn't a totally unfamiliar ceiling,

But I had been waiting basicly two decades for a chance to say that.

And in a way it was close enough. It was a ceiling I had only seen a couple of times, and this time I wasn't sure why I was seeing it.

I had been helping Harry go over the past promotion exams. Hoping for some sexy times after we were done. Only he noticed I was stressed out, and gave me a massage instead. A somewhat sexy massage. I could still recall the feel of his hands on my boobs. Warm, strong hands. Harry was definitely good with his hands. And while he had been trying to keep it medicinal, at least at first, he still got me a little wet.

Last thing I remember was that massage. Lying on his couch, Harry digging into my tensed up back with his elbows. After that... I must have fallen asleep. And now I was here.

Okay, status check. I feel my panties. And no particular post-coital tingle I had heard I would feel in my pussy. So Harry didn't have his way with me in my sleep. Which isn't a surprise, but makes me happy and at the same time a little disappointed.

But I'm also wearing a t-shirt and not my leggings. So unless I changed when I was half asleep, Harry must have done it.

I was also warm. Harry, being a frequently professed Chicago boy, and also a bit frugal, kept his house cooler than most. It didn't bother me, or really most of his friends, but it was noticeable. I definitely wasn't feeling that now.

I rolled to my left, and found Harry was sleeping next to me. I wasn't sure if I was surprised or not. On the one hand, I could see gentleman Harry setting me up in his bed, and then going to sleep in one of his other rooms. But we were supposed to be moving forward, and I would have been sad if he had done so. And I think he knew that. So here he was. Wearing pajamas, but under the covers with me.

I studied his sleeping face. From this side, I couldn't see his scar. His face was thin, drawn, but I found it appealing. He wasn't Hollywood handsome, but he had a rugged countenance that I found more attractive than most of those pretty boy actors. The slight stubble of his unshaven beard didn't hurt either. Normally he tried to keep clean shaven, but I recalled when he was focused on researching how to kill the Beholders, and his five o'clock shadow became a full scruff.

Why are hours of the day Irish? Maybe Sona knew. I'd have to ask her.

I shook that off. Later.

The real question was, what to do now?

I could just slip away. Falling asleep, letting Harry take care of me. It felt good, but also I was more than a bit embarrassed. So I could just grab my clothing... Where was my clothing? Oh, there, on the dresser. See, even more of Harry being considerate. I could just grab it and teleport home. Hide from this, and play a little prank on Harry at the same time.

Or, I could get dressed and make us breakfast. I had seen Harry's pantry and kitchen enough to know he generally just ate quick breakfasts on school days, and didn't stock up much on food. But I had enough time to pop to a 24 hour store... Or even just over to America... And buy some some bacon, eggs, frozen hash browns, and pancake mix, and give him a decent breakfast.

There was one big problem with either of those plans. Huge, major problem. They meant getting out of bed. Giving up Harry's warmth, and this uncommon view of his sleeping face. If I had Harry's schedule down, which goes without saying, I had almost an hour before he had to get up for class. More than enough time to soak this in.

Except it wasn't enough. What can I say, I'm a Devil. Greed and lust, they are a part of me. And I didn't want to go too far, and betray Harry's trust in me... Except his arm was right there. Lanky yet firm. His muscles weren't huge, but they were well defined under taut skin. Those magic fingers, long and lean and warm. Right there for the taking.

I reached out gently and took his hand in both of mine. Slowly, carefully scooted closer. I didn't want to risk waking him. I pulled his arm to me. I tucked his hand between my legs, right up against my panties and my annoyingly unmassaged sex. I slid my arms up to hug his elbow. The shirt he had put me in had enough give that I could pull his upper arm deep between my breasts. I was almost able to completely envelope it, feeling his heat through my shirt.

I couldn't help myself. I craned my head up, and kissed his cheek. I couldn't reach his lips without dragging his arm around, and I knew for sure that would wake him. But even just the kiss was enough. His eyes started to flutter. I pulled back and studied him, taking the chance to observe my boyfriend waking up.

Author's Note: Thanks to Tracer28 for the idea; a quick POV of Serafall after waking up in bed with Harry, after the previous chapter.