  The next morning when Harry awoke, their limbs entangled as she laid her head on his chest, he felt bloody amazing. His clothes were either ripped or thrown somewhere he couldn't find. Slowly he untangled himself from Maria's grip though she pouted in her sleep as he left. Throwing on whatever clothes were usable, though he couldn't find his shirt but thankfully he had a long sleeved undershirt. It was long sleeved because if his first shirt was gone he didn't want anyone to see his scars. He quietly Harry left her room hoping her roommates wouldn't come back from their own night out.