She dropped the subject of the Dark Arts, she knew Harry wanted to enjoy his vacation and not everyone was as gung ho about learning as she was.
Watching him touch his scar, she felt her pretty mouth go into a thin line. She felt so lost since Dumbledore died, they had no one to talk to about such important subjects. She wanted to hug Harry but it felt weird, the way they were dressed, the fact they were on a bed together in the middle of the night.
"I guess I don't know, do I?" she mused stretching a little as she sat there, not realizing her nightgown had creeped up even further than before. "Oh wouldn't you like to know after all these years," she laughed and leaned her head against his shoulder like she had a million times before. Tonight it felt different, more intimate.
Trying not to shiver as his fingertips brushed her inner thighs and retrieved the book, she grinned at him blushing, "no, its from home. Sometimes I read them, they are interesting..." she giggled.