Smiling at Harry as he entered the room, she tried not to notice how tight his shorts were, although he wasn't aroused, she could see his package clearly in the shorts. He made his way over to where she was sitting on the bed and she felt a little flip in her tummy. Realizing what she was wearing as well, she felt her cheeks flush a little. Why did she feel this way? This was Harry, not just any boy, he was her friend.
"No, I'm not," she said in a mock defensive voice, "I saw these books today and I thought they might come in useful, turns out they were, there are a lot of spells in here that the Death Eaters use, even that horrible one that one tried on me last year when we were in the department of mysteries," her hand absently went up to the spot on her chest under her nightgown where she had the tiny scar, it was there to remind her of how much worse it could have been.
"So not really school work, but definatly useful," she said with a sigh, "but my eyes hurt a little, I am happy for the company," she told him, patting his arm as he settled in next to her. From where he was now, she could see the buldge there even more clearly. She shook her head and turned her face to look at him, "what are you doing up?"