Harry leaned into her touch and closed his eyes for a brief moment, forgetting that he had sworn to himself not to drag Ginny into his problems. Only me and Ron and Hermione. We're the only ones who know the full story, that's all it has to stay. He wanted her to stay the one, good thing in his universe: if she knew what had happened - how could he do that to her? How could she bear to love the full weight of him?
"I suppose?" Harry shrugged. "The faculty meeting was dull at best. And Kingsley is a good chap, his plans are spot on - it's just tedious reading. And there's another Inquiry that I have to attend in a week so that's that." He wrapped her hair around his fingers and battled against the urge to take off her top. Not with Ron here. Maybe we should spend a night in the Room of Requirement again.
Instead, he ran the curled up backs of his fingers over her breasts and let out a long exhale. "Snape and me don't chat it up, shocker. We just work. He is helping me learn some incredible spells for combat," Harry allowed, "just like Lupin promised. It's just a very icy and perfunctory hour."
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