“Me?” Harry squeaked. “N-no. Why would I be embarrassed? We’re both adults, right?” He really needed to hear Hermione say it because he was feeling like anything but an adult man who would surly be confident and secure and would know what to do in his situation.
I can see down her shirt, Harry thought as he noticed the way her neckline hung away from her body the way she was laying against him. Suddenly, he was very happy he showered before bed. He used that soap that Sirius had given him. Said it “worked wonders” when he was at Hogwarts. Whatever the bloody hell that meant?
Harry took a deep breath. “Why a Muggle book? I thought you would have looked for …er…” What did one call wizard pornography? Was it even pornography or would it be considered something else? “…Witches Romances?” He felt dumb. It had sounded a lot better in his head.