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It was nearing lunchtime when Harry and Blaise finally decided they should pop the little bubble they had been living in. 

“We really should go,” Harry said for perhaps the fourth time as he pulled away from their most recent snog. At least they had made it out of the bed and were actually standing and ready to walk out. If they could only drag themselves away from each other for long enough to do so. 

Blaise hummed and dragged his nose along Harry’s neck. “We should.”

Harry reached up to wind Blaise’s hair around his fingertips and tugged him into a proper kiss. 

Eventually, Harry’s stomach growled and Blaise pulled back with a laugh. “Was that you, or your stomach?”

Harry shoved at him none too gently. “It was my stomach, I’m hungry. We missed breakfast because of your ‘just five more minutes.”

“Oh,” Blaise replied arching an eyebrow, “and your ‘just one more kiss’ had nothing to do with that?”

Harry shook his head. “Nope.”

“Of course not,” Blaise snorted. 

“C’mon.” Harry said, tugging Blaise toward the door. “We both need to eat.”

Blaise pulled on their joined hands and dragged Harry back to him. “Just five more minutes?” he murmured. 



Harry really thought he should put up more of a protest, but as his lips met Blaise’s, he couldn’t think of a single reason why. 

They were just getting into the kiss when the door suddenly burst open beside them to admit Draco, Theo, Millicent and Luna. 

“Sorry, Harry. But have you seen Blaise―” Draco trailed off. 

“I think he has.” snorted Theo. 

“Probably a lot of him.” Millicent drawled as her eyes lingered on their dishevelled clothing. 

Harry flushed red and readjusted his stance so he was standing more naturally next to Blaise, rather than plastered all over him. 

“Soooo… does this mean everything’s okay between you two?” Draco asked, his eyes darting from one to the other. 

Harry felt Blaise’s hand slip into his own and he looked up to see Blaise smiling at him.  

“Yeah, yeah it is,” he told them.

“Oh, thank Circe,” Draco exclaimed. “I have no idea what we were going to do otherwise. Lock you in a broom cupboard together or something.”

Harry tensed, his hand clenching briefly around Blaise’s for a moment. 

“Well, I’m glad it didn’t come to that.” He said tightly. Only Blaise seemed to notice his demeanour, however, and his thumb rubbed reassuringly over Harry’s thumb. 

“Come on, lunch is ready,” Theo said, waving them out of the room. 

Luna pulled Harry into a quick hug. “I’m so happy for you. And very glad that I won’t have to hurt my hand on Blaise’s face again. At least, not for a while.”

Blaise rubbed his jaw tenderly. “There’ll be no need for that, Lovegood.” 

“Well, not because of Harry again, no.” Luna agreed. 

“Wait. wait, wait, wait. Luna slapped you ?” Harry asked, eyes wide with surprise. 

“It was a good one too.” Millicent called from in front of them. “I can still hear it.”

Harry was still trying to wrap his mind around sweet, gentle Luna slapping someone when the girl in question patted his arm reassuringly. 

“It’s alright, Harry. Someone had to make him see reason. He just needed a nudge is all.”

“Right.” Harry said. “Well, no more slapping my mate, alright?” 

The word slipped out of his mouth without him realising what he had said and he drew up short. 

No-one but Luna and Blaise had heard him say it and Luna walked ahead with the others to give them a moment of privacy. 

“Mate? As in?” Blaise asked. 

Harry shuffled on his feet, and looked around for some reason to ignore what he’d said, to put off answering. He sighed when he couldn’t find anything and succumbed to the idea that the truth really was better. For everyone. 

“I… I dunno. It just slipped out.” Harry said quietly. “I haven’t found anything like that in the family grimoire, but…” he trailed off. 

“But what?” Blaise prompted.

“Well, I dunno… the centaurs… Bane called you my Synkardiás.” Harry bit his lip. “I looked it up in your library once. It means―hearts in synchrony.”

Blaise nodded slowly. “Soulmates then perhaps?”

Harry shrugged and inhaled a shaky breath. “Maybe? I don’t know… I mean. Is this all too much? This kitsune stuff? I feel like I’m drowning in it let alone you, and does that make this―” he gestured uselessly between them. 

“Hey, shh.” Blaise said, stepping closer to Harry, and cradling his face with his hand. “It’s alright. We’ll figure it all out together. And if it does turn out to mean soulmates… Harry… I told you about my family’s curse. The potion. I’m not opposed to the idea. It would be all sorts of wonderful, really.”

Harry let that turn over in his mind for a moment. “Yeah, yeah it really could be.” 

Blaise smiled again, that beautiful, wonderful smile, the one that had begun for Raiden only and now included Harry, and he leant down to capture Harry’s lips in a chaste kiss. 

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Will you two come on already?” Draco griped, striding back toward them and dragging them along by their shirtsleeves.


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Harry entered what he assumed was the dining room of Potter Manor to find Snape already seated along with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. 

“Glad to see you are up and about, Mr Potter,” Lucius said. “Are you well?”

“I feel fine now, much recovered. Thank you for asking, Mr Malfoy.” Harry replied as he found a seat. Feeling a little uncomfortable as people’s eyes lingered on his tails and ears. 

“It is we who should be thanking you,” Narcissa said in her quiet way. “First you save my husband and our closest friend from their marks, and then you… you defeated the Dark Lord.”

Harry shifted in his place. “Yeah, well. It had to be done right?”

“Indeed.” came Snape’s voice from his right. 

Food appeared in front of them and Harry almost leapt for the platter of sandwiches, quickly filling his plate. They ate in silence for a while, and then Snape turned his keen attention on Harry. 

“As of this moment, the Wizarding World is not yet aware of Voldemort’s demise. Many of his Death Eaters have been captured however when they succumbed to a fainting illness in the middle of the day.”

“You mean, you haven’t told anyone yet?” Harry asked. 

They all shook their heads. 

“We wanted to wait until you had recovered enough to talk about it. We will all support whatever version you wish to tell. What you want to do.” Lucius said. 

Harry looked around the table, to see them all nodding in agreement. It was a heady sort of power. 

He rubbed his brow, inadvertently rubbing his scar. He drew his hand away to look at his fingertips, half expecting to see them covered in blood despite the knowledge that his scar would never hurt again. 

“I don’t know what to say. What I want to do…” he finally said. “I just know that I’m tired. So tired of being in the public eye. This is only going to exasperate that.”

“You are a hero. Whether you like that or not.” Lucius told him. 

Harry scowled at him. “Well, I don’t like it. Everyone is going to applaud me for this. For killing a man . I don’t care that it was in self-defence. Or for the greater good. Or for whatever other reason. I still feel like a murderer. Again .”

“Harry,” Blaise murmured, but Harry shook his head. 

“You don’t get it. None of you. To be in that spotlight? For something you don’t want? This will be worse than when everyone thought I was the Heir of Slytherin, worse than the Tournament. Worse than the accusations of last year. I’ll be hounded for interviews. From the Ministry, the newspapers, and the public alike. People will want to know . I’ll be mobbed at Hogwarts. I won’t have any peace. And what happens if I can’t control myself? If they find out I’m Raiden? My Dad said that there are reasons why kitsune remain hidden. Reasons why we don’t reveal ourselves and if I’m found out… That ‘fame’ will only intensify. Who knows what people will want from me? Will want to do to me. I’ll never have any peace.

He buried his head in his hands, elbows on the table in front of him. “I just want to have a normal, quiet life. I never wanted any of this,” he whispered. 

Blaise came around the corner of the table to kneel beside Harry. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder and his knee. 

“We’ll figure this out, I won’t let that happen to you.”

“How? How are you going to do that?”

Theo cleared his throat. “I might actually have an idea…”


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It is with great pleasure that this reporter informs you that the wizard known as ‘Lord Voldemort’ has been defeated for good. Two nights ago, Harry Potter along with Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott II, Millicent Bulstrode, and Luna Lovegood, were part of an altercation that ended with the demise of Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Lord Voldemort at the wand of Harry Potter. What follows here is a verbatim interview with the wizard himself. 

RS: You-Know-Who is really dead? This isn’t like what happened sixteen years ago?

HP: No. Back then, Riddle had the means to escape death. This time, I ensured he did not. 

RS: can you elaborate?

HP: I have. To Minister Scrimgeour, Head Auror Robards, and the Head Unspeakable. You can be assured that though the information is classified, there is no doubt that he will ever be able to come back. Riddle is dead. He is gone. For good. 

RS: Are there any details that you can give us? What can you tell us about what happened?

HP: I was kidnapped by one of Voldemort’s Death Eaters. They brought me to Malfoy Manor where Riddle was holding Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy hostage for the use of their home and wards. My friends, Blaise(Zabini), Draco(Malfoy), Theo(dore Nott II), Millicent(Bulstrode) and Luna(Lovegood) found out about my disappearance and sought to rescue me. With their help, I was able to free myself from the imprisonment Tom kept me in and overpower him. They―along with Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape―challenged and duelled the Death Eaters that Riddle kept in the manor.

RS: Why did you take so long to report the death of You-Know-Who?

HP: Please stop calling him that. It makes him into a bogeyman. A dark mystery, when he was nothing more than an insane, power-hungry man. We took so long to report it as I spent much of that time recovering from magical exhaustion. 

RS: Are you okay now?

HP: I still tire easily, even with all the training I had this year, it was no easy task to battle a wizard as great as Riddle. 

RS: You make it sound as though he…

HP: I make him sound like nothing more than what he was. Tom Riddle was an evil, twisted man. He murdered countless people. Wizard and muggle alike. He was responsible for the deaths of thousands more. He used the Unforgivable curses on anyone, including his own followers. No-one was safe from his horrid attention. Riddle was a great wizard. In the sense that his skill and power were extraordinarily far above average. Do not mistake common colloquialism for my intent and twist my words, Rita. 

RS: Yes, well… moving on. What do you intend to do now?

HP: I intend to rest. I am removing myself from Hogwarts and the public for the rest of this year. Possibly even longer. I intend to take any exams necessary externally and have already arranged this with the Ministry. 

RS: Are you going to become a recluse? You don’t think you owe it to society to remain?

HP: I don’t think that a sixteen-year-old teenager owes wizarding society anything, Rita. My ‘fame’ such as it is, comes born from personal tragedy. I am famous because my parents died. It is not something I enjoy being reminded of on a daily basis. 

RS: You are famous for more than that now. You defeated one of the most infamous Dark Lords of our history. The people will want to thank you. You are a hero now.

HP: I don’t feel very heroic. If they wish to, they can thank me by remembering that I am a person first, and not their idol. They can thank me by never mentioning it to me again and allowing me to live my life in peace. I killed Riddle because he would have killed me if I hadn’t. It was more about survival than anything else. The whole experience was terrifying. I was scared for myself, for my friends, for what it would mean if I failed. My hands are soaked with his blood, and I have nightmares of all the times he has tried to kill me in the past. For everyone else his death may be a cause for celebration, but for me, it is something I would like to put behind me. I do not want to live my life constantly reminded of the worst things that have ever happened to me. 

RS: I… 

HP: I don’t want every detail of my life written in the papers, like some muggle celebrity. I want to be able to shop, to eat, to go out for a cup of coffee with my friends without being hounded by well-wishers or photographers. Is it so much to ask that now I am finally free of a madman who has sought to kill me from before I was even born, to actually live? 

RS: No, Mr Potter. No, I don’t think that it is too much to ask.


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Harry walked into Hogwarts on his own. The Potter Lordship ring on his finger to help hide his extra features as he had not yet been able to control them for long enough to do what he needed to do otherwise. 

After that first meal with Severus and the others, Harry and Blaise had retired to the library to see his parents. His mother had cooed over how handsome they both were and his father had been prone to roguish winks and outright grinning. 

They had spent many hours there, talking to his parents about all kinds of things. A large portion of their time had been taken up by explaining everything that had ever happened with Voldemort, and his inheritance. 

He hadn’t been able to stay much longer, unable to put off the pressures of the real world for long. But he had made his promises to them to come back as often as he could, and Blaise had suggested Harry could have an adjoining portrait made that they could hang in the Room of Requirement. So he could easily spend time with them whilst still at school to learn all he could from them. All the things he should have been taught growing up. 

But for now, Harry climbed the stairs to the main entrance of Hogwarts. Students who were about this early in the morning all stopped to stare at him. Some even openly gaped at him as he made his way toward the Headmasters office. None approached him however and the stone gargoyle that guarded Professor Dumbledore’s office leapt aside for him almost at once. 

Riding the stone stairs to the top, Harry reflected on the article that had graced the front page of the paper today. Sirius had finally been declared innocent and Peter Pettigrew was to face the Dementor’s Kiss for his numerous crimes. The Ministry had awarded Sirius with a monetary reimbursement for his false imprisonment, but it all went to the Black estate as Sirius was unable to claim it for himself. 

Harry fiddled with the Black ring on his index finger absently. What he wouldn’t give for his godfather to be here. 

The news that Severus was also his godfather had been shocking, and in truth, it still hadn’t really sunk in for Harry. But they were both trying to move on from their past. It helped that they had Lily and Draco to mediate things between them. 

Knocking on the door to Dumbledore’s office, he was admitted entry and Harry came to take a seat in front of the old, wizened Headmaster. 

“Harry, my dear boy. Lemon drop?”

“Erm― thanks, Professor.” Harry said, taking the sweet and popping it into his mouth. Sucking softly on the sweetly sour candy. 

“I saw the article, and of course Minister Scrimgeour came to see me. He thought I might have more information.” Dumbledore stated after a few long moments.

Harry nodded. “I thought he might. Sorry.” 

“What is it you’ve come to tell me, Harry?”

Harry sighed, and scrubbed his face. “I’ve come to say that I’m done. Done with Voldemort, done with school.” He took a deep breath. “Done with you, sir.”

“My boy?”

“I know that you’ve tried to look out for me. That you did what you thought was right. But sir, your decisions regarding me have never been for me. They’ve all been for the ‘greater good’. Living with the Dursley’s. Not telling me about Sirius. Forcing me to participate in the Tournament. Not trusting me with information. There’s more, but I don’t want to dwell, sir. I want to move on. I don’t want my life to be for the greater good anymore. I want my life to be mine.”

“Oh, my boy. I am so sorry.” Dumbledore said, and when Harry met his eyes, he saw genuine sadness there. “It was never my intention―”

“I know, sir. I do. I get it. You were thinking of the big picture. But just because I understand, it doesn’t make it okay. ‘Harry Potter’ is leaving Hogwarts, and I don’t think I will be back.”

“You intend to stay as Raiden then?” Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling.

Harry felt his muscles tense. “You know?”

“I was very good friends with your grandfather once upon a time. I accidentally stumbled upon him once when he was changing. He swore me to secrecy. I took an Unbreakable Oath to never speak about it to anyone outside the Potter line. I had thought it skipped you when you didn’t show signs of it in your first year.”

Harry didn’t know what to say and simply remained staring at Dumbledore unfathoming of the situation he found himself in.

“You are more than welcome to remain at Hogwarts as Raiden, Harry.”

Harry blinked, remembering the last conversation they had in this office. “You weren’t going to let Blaise keep me at first. Why?”

Dumbledore chuckled. “I was always going to allow you to remain masquerading as Mr Zabini’s familiar. But I had to put up a protest. It would have been suspicious if I had not.” 

“Right. Of course. Big picture.” Harry replied. “I should go, Professor. Thank you.”

“No, Harry. Thank you . I very much hope that you will have the life you wish. You deserve it, dear boy.”

Harry nodded silently and left his office. 


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They had been back at school for a few weeks now and Harry had easily slipped back into the role of Raiden outside the Slytherin boys dorm room. 

Inside was a different story. He still slept in Blaise’s bed, though they had enlarged it somewhat. He still lounged in front of the fire and curled himself in Blaise’s lap upon occasion. But he spent much more time in his unusual hybrid form. Learning to switch back and forth seamlessly, learning to retain his solidly human state for longer and longer periods. Talking with Blaise, and with Theo and Draco. He studied alongside them, taking notes from topics in the classes they attended together as well as reading from his family grimoire. A few times a week, he and Blaise would head to the Room of Requirement and practise spells in his kitsune form. 

Luna, and sometimes Neville, would join them for lunch at the Slytherin table and once the other students realised that the teachers didn’t mind, they too had started to switch tables. 

Once a week, after dinner, Harry would go to Professor Snape’s office and they would attempt to connect as Harry’s mother had hoped. After their first disastrous, mostly silent, try. Harry had mentioned how he never really understood potions because he just didn’t understand why so many things were the way they were and Snape had leapt at the opportunity to teach him. One on one, and starting from the basics, Severus proved to be a patient teacher and as Harry started to question him in-depth about different procedures and substitutes, they were working on building toward an amicable relationship. After each successful brewing, Severus would recount a story or two for Harry about his mother, and a few times, those stories would feature his father as well. 

There was only one relationship that Harry found himself constantly thinking about and he really didn’t know what to do about it. And the longer he left it, the harder it seemed to get.


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So what are we doing?” Harry silently asked Blaise for the third time as they walked along the corridors of Hogwarts towards the Room of Requirement. 

They had trained just yesterday with some of a kitsune’s illusion tricks and Blaise was supposed to be studying for his Charms exam the next day.

“I told you, you’ll find out when we get there,” Blaise murmured. 

Harry huffed and laid his head down on the crook of Blaise’s arm. They finally reached the room and Blaise hesitated outside the door that had already formed. 

“Look,” the nervous quality Blaise’s voice had taken on made Harry sit up in his arms and look at him intently. “I know I’m springing this on you. But I didn’t think you’d do it otherwise, and you owe it to yourself to sort this out. One way or another.”

Harry didn’t have time to ask him what he meant before Blaise was opening the door and entering the room. He scanned the area quickly, looking for any hint of what Blaise had planned when his eyes fell on Ron. 

Ron stiffened when Blaise entered, his hand instantly going for the wand in his front pocket.

“Zabini. You were behind the note?” 

“I was. We have a mutual friend in common.” Lifting Harry to look him properly in the eye, Blaise murmured loudly enough for only Harry to hear. “Talk to him, I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

With that, he placed Harry on the floor and left, closing the door behind him. 

“What in the name of Merlin’s bloody ballsack is going on?” Ron demanded. 

Harry’s heart thundered dangerously in his chest, nerves rising up and threatening to take over. How would Ron react? What would he do? And even if his reveal went well… what in Godric’s name would they talk about?

Swallowing hard, Harry stepped forward and let himself change. The transformation was much easier now with more practice and the knowledge of what made it happen. He thought of being Harry Potter, who that was and what he did in his human form and Raiden melted away. 

Ron gaped at him. His mouth hanging open unattractively as he stared.

“Er… Hullo, Ron.”

Ron’s blue eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he collapsed in a heap. 

Stunned momentarily, Harry raced forward and checked his friend. Satisfied he was only unconscious, Harry levitated him onto the couch and waited for him to wake.

Fortunately, it was only a few minutes and Ron was groaning, his eyes fluttering open. 

“Harry? Is that really you?” Ron asked, running a hand through his hair as he sat up. 

“Yeah, mate. It’s really me.”

“And you were that foxy thing that’s always hanging around with Zabini? I didn’t dream that?”

Harry shook his head. “No, you didn’t. It turns out my family has some kitsune blood. I got stuck like that for a while. I couldn’t turn back.”

Ron nodded, his mind clearly racing as he connected all the dots. “So that’s why you pretty much disappeared. Who was that, that was walking around as you then? Polyjuice right?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, Luna’s idea.”

Ron sighed and leant back against the couch. “So… Zabini? How does he fit in?”

“Well, turns out he’s something of a soulmate. Apparently, kitsune can identify the one person most suited to them.”

“Like a veela’s love?” Ron asked. 

“I guess, I don’t know all that much about Veela.”

“I only know what Bill told us about Fleur. Wasn’t much, mostly I remember Ginny and Mum being all pissy about how they thought it meant Bill didn’t have a choice.”

They fell into silence and it stretched uncomfortably between them for a long time. 

“Ron… I…” Harry began, his mouth snapping shut when he didn’t know how to continue. 

“Yeah. I know.” Ron’s voice was strained and Harry chanced a look at him. “Shouldn’t be this awkward right? We’re supposed to be best mates.”


“Why didn’t you tell me? When all this happened?”

“I couldn’t even communicate properly. Blaise and the others didn’t even find out until a couple of weeks ago. Luna knew though. Somehow.”

Ron snorted. “Yeah, well she knows just about everything, so that’s not surprising.”

Harry nodded, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“The others?” Ron asked. “Malfoy, Nott, and Bulstrode?”

“Yeah,” Harry said. “I know it must seem weird to you, but they were really good to me when I was stuck. Really good to me still.”

“You’re living in the Slytherin dorms? Does Dumbledore know?”

Harry nodded again. “Yeah.” he swallowed hard around a sudden lump in his throat. A sudden need to steer the conversation toward the thing that had kept them separate all these months. “Look, Ron...”

“Don’t.” Ron interrupted. “Let me say something first.” he leant forward and looked Harry in the eye for the first time. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. After… well, you know. I just, I look at you and…”

“See her.” Harry finished for him. “It’s the same for me you know? I can’t look at you without seeing her swatting you over the head with Hogwarts: A History .” 

Ron snorted. 

“I should have been there for you too,” Harry said quietly. “We should have been there for each other. Hermione’s probably cussing us out.”

Ron huffed a laugh. “Well, you know us boys. Emotional range of a teaspoon and all.”

Harry laughed and with that, the ice that seemed to separate them melted. Their conversation was still stilted in places, but the fragile thing their friendship had become, became more and more solid as they talked. Though Harry was happy they weren’t fighting, and that Ron seemed as glad as he was to be reconnecting, he had an inkling that their friendship would never quite return to what it had been. And perhaps that was okay. Perhaps that was just part of moving on. Harry was just glad that he wasn’t losing Ron altogether from his life.

Time seemed to phase into nothing as Harry told Ron everything that had happened over the past few months. From his inheritance, to seeing his parents, to the truth about Voldemort's demise. 

Eventually, there was a knock on the door and Harry cast a guilty tempus charm. “That’s probably, Blaise. We’ve been here for hours.”

Ron nodded. “Let him then, I suppose it’s time your boyfriend passed the best mate test.”

Harry groaned and rolled his eyes, but got up to let Blaise in any way. 

“Hey, sorry. We kinda lost track of time.” Harry said as he took Blaise by the hand and led him over to the couch he had been sitting on. “Er, Blaise, this is Ron. Ron, Blaise.”

Ron and Blaise nodded at each other as they sat down. 

“So, the upcoming Hufflepuff game against Ravenclaw should be interesting?” said Ron. 

Harry laughed, “By Merlin, never change, Ron. Never change.”

And with that, the conversation flowed naturally. Ron slipping in a few pointed questions now and again to test Blaise’s answers. At one point, a house-elf popped into the room with a plate of burnt biscuits. Explaining to them that he needed to hide them from the Head Kitchen Elf. Ron took them off the grateful elfs hands and polished them off before the elf returned with a platter of tea and pastries for them all to share. 

Eventually, they had to leave. Blaise reminding Harry that he had promised to help Draco with his patronus for the DADA exam on Friday.

“Right, shit. I forgot.” Harry said as they all stood together. “We’ll catch up again?” he asked Ron. 

“Yeah mate,” Ron said, stepping forward to awkwardly hug Harry. Slapping his back a few times for god measure. “I like him.” he said quietly in Harry’s ear.

“Thanks, Ron.” Harry replied. 

“Look after yourself, Harry.” and with that, Ron nodded to Blaise and left the room. 

Harry and Blaise were quiet for a moment as they watched the door swing shut and then Blaise took Harry into his arms. 

“You alright?”

Looking into Blaise’s concerned eyes, Harry nodded and relaxed fully. His form shifting into that comfortable state between Harry Potter and Raiden. “Yeah. Yeah I am. Thank you, for organising this. I wouldn’t have done it on my own.”

Blaise reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from Harry’s face. “You’re welcome.”

“How’d you know I wanted to see him?”

“You’ve been muttering about him in your sleep. And I remembered what we overheard on the train that day. I thought perhaps you both just needed a push.”

Harry hummed and lifted himself onto the balls of his feet, and he pressed a kiss to Blaise’s soft lips. When he drew back, Blaise rubbed a hand reassuringly over his lower back. 

“Come on, we should be going.” 

“In a minute,” Harry murmured, pushing Blaise back down to the couch and straddling his lap. “We’ve got time. Lots of time.”