You’re lying in Harry's bed in the quiet of his dorm, curled up on top of him with your head resting against his chest. The soft rise and fall of his breathing is steady and calming, and his arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer. With his free hand, he gently strokes your hair, letting his fingers run through it, soothing and comforting you.

You listen to the quiet beats of his heart, feeling completely safe and content in his arms. He presses a light kiss to the top of your head, and a smile tugs at your lips as you feel him pull you closer, as if he never wants to let you go.