Harry was drunk.

Ever since the war, he had become an alcoholic, despite him promising you he would stop.

He never did.

However, your intimacy went up the roof everytime he was drunk — and tonight was no different. Harry was behind you as you were washing the dishes, caressing your hips as his breath reeked of alcohol.

“Harry.. no..” you whispered but Harry shushed you.

“Tonight.”

“..okay.” you whispered.