WHO: Harry D and Molly C WHAT: Waking up out of relationship confusion, into real confusion. WHEN: This morning WARNINGS: mentions of nudity and adult situations STATUS: Closed and Complete
Some days, Harry really thought the universe was out to get him. Or else, he had, a lot, back home. He had constantly, really, thought that someone, or something, was trying to actively make his life more interesting. And that had been even before the Mantles, and the dying, and the necromancers. Afterward, well, he had very much known his life was being viewed and manipulated.
But that feeling had faded some, here. Until this morning. Until waking up, warm, and snuggled against another warm body, which, you know, felt good. You would think this was a good thing, but, well, this was Harry's life. You would be wrong.
With a slow opening of his eyes, he realized he was staring into a familiar mane of hair, though he had never been this close to it, or at this angle. He swore internally, raised his head and confirmed what he suspected. And he slowly tried to move back from Molly, shifting, pulling away from the tangle of limbs and blankets, and then realizing he was at the edge of the bed, just as he fell off of it.
With a loud thump, he hit the floor, even as memories of the last week flooded into his head as it slammed into the floor.