Prompt: (G-10) - tartan
Word count: 100
Summary: Harry wonders where he fits in.
A/N: Written for 2008_drabbles
They’re lying on the bed together, not quite holding hands but almost. Her ink-stained fingers rest on his freckled forearm, on top of the tartan blanket they’re covered in.
Harry’s stomach twists into a knot, and he takes a step back from the doorway, turning towards his room.
He looks up to see that she's watching him with sleepy, hooded eyes. She motions with her free hand, and then something else is twisting in his stomach, something that feels a lot like relief.
Carefully, he sinks down onto the bed beside them and pulls the blanket over his body.