[hp] Pride and Prejudice

His backlit green eyes were dim.

Ola took a few glances at him and immediately realized that she screamed and ran into a room and locked herself inside.Harry walked behind and laughed, "What are you afraid of? Isn't it a matter of time?"

"I'm not afraid!" she shouted sternly.

She has none of it!

Aura curled up beside the bed, her gray-blue eyes fixed on the door, when there was a knock on the door as expected, she immediately shrank into the quilt, only showing some expectant and worried eyes.

The person outside the door asked hoarsely, "What's wrong with you?"

Ola completely wrapped herself in the blanket. The hot summer temperature combined with the closed blanket made her feel suffocated, and the hormonal smell on his body was even stronger. die.

"What's the matter?" He tried, holding back a smile. "Didn't you really like it last night?"

There was no answer in the room.

After a while, the voice in the quilt said muffledly: "I just think...too often..."

She can't take it.

There was a moment of stunned outside the door, followed by uncontrollable laughter.When she thought he was going to laugh for a long time, Harry just said hurriedly outside the door: "I'm going to take a cold shower."

He walked towards the bathroom and threw his sweaty top on the sofa.

Ola finally released her head from the temperature of the explosion. She blushed as if she had been flying from an altitude of [-] feet for more than ten hours without stopping.

She looked around, and the red color of the entire large master bedroom blinded Ola again.

The Gryffindor's bedroom didn't look like sleeping at all, she groaned, not seeing Potter's bad taste.But when she thought of him saying that she could do whatever she wanted, Aura couldn't help but roll in satisfaction.

After staying for a while, she finally couldn't bear the heat and got up to drink some ice water.

As soon as I went out, it was much cooler. Ola scooped up some water in the water dispenser, and was going to put some ice cubes.But after searching for a long time, she didn't see any ice cubes.

"Harry," she said through the white door, "where's the ice?"

The bathroom is in another bedroom. Ola opened the white door. An adult man is taking a shower behind a glass door in this room. The hazy pattern can only see his naked/exposed flesh color, and there is still fog on the door .

Ola asked in a low voice, "Where's the ice?"

He didn't answer.

Aura suspected that he didn't hear, she leaned closer to the glass door, but heard him chanting her name vaguely mixed with the sound of water, and following the movement, the water from the shower fell on the floor.

"Harry," she repeated, blushing, "where's the ice?"

The movement of the figure inside the glass door suddenly stopped.

Aura whispered: "I came to you because I couldn't find it."

Harry groaned suddenly.

"In the refrigerator," he added vaguely, "under the refrigerator."

Ola leaned against the door in doubt: "What is a refrigerator?"

There was no response from the glass door.

He paused for a few seconds, and then, the bathroom door opened, and the mist rushed out first, a pair of smoky green eyes were hidden in the curling mist.Ola looked down and saw the strong arms, the water dripping from the bump of his chest to the tanned abs, and finally slid into the white towel.

Harry frowned impatiently, "Miss, where do you keep all the ice cubes in your wizarding family?"

"I don't know," Ola pouted, "Our family has Spark to bring me water, and we also use the landline in the hotel. I really don't know where you are talking about..."

She stopped talking, because his face was flushed and his eyes were closed, and his chest was still heaving.

"What's wrong with me?" Ola asked.

"In the coldest part of the kitchen, I feel it," he restrained, his voice suddenly rough. "Hurry up, okay?"

Ola snorted aggrievedly.

She rolled her gray-blue eyes and moved towards his face suddenly. Harry groaned in pain, then held her face in his watery hands and took it to the cold place. The two exchanged saliva. mutual love.

Harry panted with sweat profusely: "Do you want to continue, or do you want to hold back?"

Blurred gray-blue eyes stared at him.

"Is there any other way I can help you?" She raised her face and asked.

There was a heavy exhalation sound from the bottom of his nose, and he grasped her hand with his hands wet with water, and his skin suddenly felt cold. He slowly squeezed her hand tightly and stretched it down. This is a white bathrobe. Unstoppable heat.

The man's nasal voice was heavy: "Well, squat down."

It was the most decadent afternoon Ola had ever had.

The two of them were doing nothing, she was lying on the sofa in his robe, and Harry was flicking the remote control of the TV, and the square box that had been thought to be a black mirror in the hotel suddenly lit up.

"You haven't seen a movie before, have you?" he asked himself. "No, you haven't even seen a TV."

Ola sat next to him, her smooth thighs swaying casually.

She sat up straight suddenly: "That's it."

Harry tuned it back again, and the picture of the cat and the mouse suddenly appeared on the TV. Ola watched a blue cat chasing a mouse intently: "Oh, what is the end of this mouse?"

He seriously recalled his childhood memories of watching TV with Dudley: "Hmm... It seems that Tom has never chased Jerry..."

"What's the point?" Ola was surprised. "This cat can't even chase the mouse. According to me, I think the ending is that the mouse kills the cat, or the cat eats the mouse."

Harry laughed uncontrollably: "...This is not a gourmet show."

He plunged his head into her collarbone, smiled lowly for a while, then raised his head and tapped her cheek.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

Ola said lazily: "Come here, I ordered a pizza."

Harry raised his eyebrows, and gave a surprised mouth: "It seems that you have learned something in the Muggle world in the past few months, right?"

"I'm already very smart." She said unconvinced.

He shrugged and continued to watch TV irrefutably.

If it is said that what lovers can recall the most is definitely not a lingering kiss, a perfect and extremely comfortable sex/love, definitely a close hug between two hearts, or a love talk after sweating profusely.

Harry tried to fiddle with the gramophone, and then the smooth music of the record came from above.

"Exercise," he said, "we've been sitting all afternoon."

Ola got up lazily, her eyes were indeed getting blurred, and she couldn't bear to be surprised when she saw the scenery outside the window: at this time, the sunset was setting, and the darkness of the night was connected to the long horizon.

She stretched, and she really felt like she was falling apart.

Ola: "I'll teach you how to dance!"

She trotted over and threw herself into his arms without any mistakes.

Harry hummed, she stretched out her hand to grab his arm, dangling in the air, the music tick-tocked rhythmically with her swaying footsteps, hitting the floor, Harry didn't move, but She wriggled happily in his arms, and Aura almost used him as a tool for practicing dance steps.

"I want you to teach me how to dance!" he emphasized.

Ola raised her face: "Then I will only teach you once, so you should study hard."

She doesn't really want to teach.

Because Potter is not a dancer.

He smiled and put his hands around her waist. Aura didn't mean to teach him, but just stretched out her white arms and hooked them on his shoulders.The two bulging abdomens swayed, passing by the exposed skin from time to time.

The two people's eyes were fixed on each other, and the restlessness was looming at this time, but it couldn't cover the warmth in their hearts.

"I really like you dancing," Harry murmured.

She smiled: "Why?"

He lowered his head, pretending to bite her: "It feels like you only have me."

"You only have me." She said sweetly.

Ola laughed so hard that she almost fell into his arms, her laughter was always bold and presumptuous, only she and the music were bright in the dark room.

The two walked to the place with light while laughing. Aura was on the fifth floor looking at the extremely small people and scenery outside, and her black furry head bent over and rubbed against her shoulder.

Harry suddenly pointed to a place below: "See where it is, their bakery will soon have Da Liba."

Ola groaned suspiciously.

"Later," he said hoarsely and eagerly. "I'm the one who got you a big Lieba, right?"

Is this a marriage proposal?

It took Ora a few minutes to catch the meaning.

"But," she pondered, "you'll get tired of eating it every day. Da Lieba is not very tasty."

Harry lowered his eyelashes, staring intently at her face.The two people seem to have looked at each other countless times in the crowd, but they have caught each other's eyes, staring at every color of each other's pupils for a long time.

He breathed out, "I won't touch you, go to the next room and have a good sleep."

Aura tapped him briskly on the face.

She ran to the next room, and Harry skillfully turned off the headlights, and lit a small warm-colored lamp not far from the bed, so as not to wake him up in the middle of the night.

Ola had already changed into her pajamas, and she was surprised to see that Harry had opened the doors and windows, the master bedroom was ventilated, and there were faint lights flickering.

"Why do you still light the lamp?" She asked curiously.

Harry smiled softly, "I'm a little afraid of the dark."

Aura frowned, and her expression could not be seen in the dark night.

One of the untouchable past events in the savior's heart, she actually knew another one. Harry was afraid of the dark, but she didn't see that he was afraid when he escaped and killed Voldemort at night.

"I don't like sleeping in a small environment either," he explained, "I don't know why, maybe I got used to sleeping in it when I was a child?"

Sleeping in a cupboard too small for a ten-year-old, dark and closed, waking up to find a new spider falling on his face, and greeted Harry every morning with an impatient urging from his aunt , and the roar of my cousin.

She saw that his bed was much wider than ordinary people.

Ola stammered, "That's unfortunate, but you can sleep in a big bed now."

"Yeah," Harry admitted, "I'm grown up now...Ola, go to bed now, you have to go to the Sports Department tomorrow, so don't be late."

She promised and walked out the door, "Okay, I hope the deputy minister himself will not be late, I love you."

Harry fell headfirst on the fluffy golden-red bed sheet, and was a little embarrassed by her casual words. After a while, he said relaxedly: "...and if there are no accidents, I won't have many troubles in my life gone."

He can live an ordinary life as an ordinary person he only dreamed of.