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Written for the School of Prompts Challenge:

2-2: Black

As in the color of pretty much everything in Grimmauld place, when Harry brings Daphne there after the 8th year dance.

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With the ball just ending, the Christmas holidays began. McGongall had relaxed some of the restraints, and allowed pretty much the entire 8th year to start their holidays immediately after the dance - after a warning about being safe and not doing anything reckless.

Most of the 8th years either used the floo or apparated back to their homes. Harry took Daphne back to 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Can you believe their reactions?"

"Draco's was definitely the best." Harry replied, smiling at Draco's outburst once they walked in.

"I'm glad that Ron's reaction was pretty good too. Though I half expected him to go into some rant of Slytherins."

"Yeah, Ron really grew up after the battle."

"Hermione is good for him." Daphne commented.

"Yeah, totally. Well here we are."

"Where is your house?"

"Here." Harry pulled out a piece of parchment. Written on it was Black Family Home located at 12 Grimmauld Place. Daphne looked up to see the Building slid into existence between 11 and 13.

Harry led her to the door step and opened up the door.

"Why is the decor so... black?"

Harry snorted at Daphne's comment. "We are in the Black family home, most of their family liked the color black. Seems Si-Sirius and Andi were the two that didn't favor that color so much." Daphne didn't miss the hitch in Harry's voice at mentioning Sirius. She reached over and gave him a hug. She had told him repeated (since the end of his 5th year) that it was his fault.

"Come on, its late, let's get to bed. We have a free day tomorrow. We'll be busy the day after."

"But the day after is Christmas day. What are we doing then?" Harry looked up confused, thoughts of Sirius, Remus and Tonks temporarily out of his mind.

"You are joining me and my family for our Christmas Dinner."

Harry groaned at that. With the end of the war and all the celebrations and everything, Harry completely forgot about meeting his girlfriend's parents.

"Can we just resurrect Voldemort and kill him again?" At least Dark Lords were straightforward and easy to deal with.

"Harry! My parents will like you just fine. I'm not sure about Astoria though, she was quite angry that she only found out about us at the ball." Daphne looked thoughtful for a moment. "We'll deal with her later, off to bed!"

Daphne steered Harry forward a few steps, before looking Harry expectantly. Harry just looked at her confused.

"Lead on, I don't know my way around your house yet." Harry just laughed at that and lead them to the bedroom that he stayed in over the summers. Harry stripped out of his formal dress robes and looked at the bed before.

Daphne caught the sad look Harry got, she suspected that it was nightmares that he had most nights. She quickly stepped out of her dress too and reached over to the dresser and pulled out one of Harry's shirts. She pulled it on before marching over the Harry. She gently nudged him into bed. Harry just got in before noticing Daphne crawling into bed behind him.

"Uh Daph? What are you doing?"

"I'm going to sleep. Now shush."

"You do know that there is another bed right there right?" Harry pulled his hand from under the blanket and waved his hand in the general direction of the other side of the room. Harry blinked. Daphne had already turned off the light and she probably couldn't see his waving the inky blackness of the night.

Daphne swatted his arm. "Shush, its not like we haven't slept together before." Daphne suddenly realized what she said. "Its not like we haven't shared a bed for sleep before." She corrected. Daphne was thankful that the dark could hide her blush.

Harry likewise blushed at the thought. He let out a small cough before turning to face away from Daphne. Daphne took the opportunity and spooned up against Harry's back.

Harry let out a small groan. Curse this witch! Daphne just giggled lightly before attempting to go to sleep.

Moments later they both drifted off to pleasant dreams.

~==Black==~

WC: 714

A/N: Black, supposedly symbolic of mystery and protection. Not so much mystery here, but certainly some protection from nightmares here. No other real comments here. I think this is actually slightly weaker than the other two color prompts, I guess that's up to the you the reader/reviewers.

This is slightly shorter, but its okay, the next one is slightly longer!