Veiled Hearts ~ HP Fanfiction (Harry Potter X OC)

Chapter 31: Godfather meetings

As Celestia and Harry stepped out of the library, the air felt thick with tension, both of them acutely aware of the clandestine encounter they had just shared amidst the shelves of books. Celestia's cheeks burned with embarrassment, her eyes trained on the floor, unwilling to meet Harry's gaze. Sensing her discomfort, Harry, too, felt a flush creep up his neck, his mind racing with a flurry of thoughts.

Offering to walk Celestia back to the Slytherin common room, Harry's heart thudded in his chest as they walked side by side, the silence between them palpable.

As they walked through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, the tension between them began to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of camaraderie born from their shared secret. Celestia couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment from their intimate encounter in the library.

"Well, that was close," Harry remarked with a grin, breaking the silence between them as they made their way towards the Slytherin common room.

"Too close for comfort," Celestia replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "I don't think Madam Pince would have appreciated finding us in such a compromising position."

Harry chuckled, the weight of the situation lifting slightly as they exchanged playful banter. "Imagine the scandal," he joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Harry Potter caught in a steamy rendezvous in the Hogwarts library."

Celestia rolled her eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "I think we've had enough excitement for one day," she quipped, her tone lightening as they shared a moment of levity amidst the chaos of their clandestine encounter.

As they continued their journey back to the Slytherin common room, their laughter echoed through the empty corridors, a testament to the unexpected bond they had forged in the most unlikely of places.

Celestia's request caught Harry off guard as they reached near the dungeons. She asked him to arrange for a potion for birth control discreetly, not wanting to order one herself using her name, her words laden with a mixture of urgency and vulnerability.

"Why do you need that?" Harry inquired, his curiosity piqued by her unexpected plea.

"It's your seed, Potter," Celestia retorted, her tone tinged with sarcasm. "You should take responsibility."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her blunt response, a blush creeping up his neck. "Fair point," he admitted sheepishly, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I'll take care of it."

For a moment, they lingered in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. Then, with a resigned sigh, Harry reached out to gently grasp Celestia's hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins.

"Take care of yourself, Celestia," he said earnestly, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

"I will," she promised, her voice barely above a whisper as she returned his gaze, her heart swelling with a mixture of affection and longing.

With one final glance, Harry reluctantly released her hand and turned to leave, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor.

Harry spent the whole of Sunday in the Gryffindor common room, along with Ron Weasley buried in their books while the room around them filled up, then emptied.

It was another clear, fine day and most students spent the day out in the grounds, enjoying what might well be some of the last sunshine that year. By the afternoon, Harry was told by Angelina that The Slytherin team had their quidditch practice and Harry remembered Celestia happens to be the Chaser for the slytherin team since their third year.