They say there’s a fine, fine line between love and hate, but in this case, the two boys had looked to be firmly on the side of ‘hate’. It just didn’t make sense. It was unthinkable.

Just yesterday wands had been dropped and fists were flying. What changed? Something certainly had. The room looked like a tornado hit it, things were flung everywhere.

But there was a pair of boxers dangling from the wall sconce and blonde hair mingled with red on the pillow, tanned and freckled limbs tangled with perfect creamy white.

Harry was stunned, to say the least.