Blind in pink (гет)

They don’t normally lie in bed together after sex, it’s too intimate, it isn’t their usual dance.
Her body is snuggled against his side, wrong shape of hips against his thigh, soft belly against his hip, provocative starry sky blue shade on her fingernails over his stomach.
Her breathing is slow and regular, her head resting on his chest.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry can see tendrils of shockingly pink hair.
His hand moves automatically to brush a sweaty lock out of her face.
She looks peaceful in sleep. Gone are the grey twinkling eyes, the cheeky grins and clumsy falls.
She’s too quiet like this, out of character.
He was never meant to see that side of her.