"Harry, we aren't that old, well I am older," she pointed out, which she liked to do, "but its not like have ever sat around and talked about... you know, shagging before," her voice was getting mroe even again but she still felt her cheeks were very pink.
"You smell good," she said almost abscent mindedly, and he did, it was his normal scent and something else mixed in that made her head a little swoony. Why was she feeling like this about Harry? Well he was good looking, he respected her, he actually probably loved her, just not on a romantic level.
"I don't know, they were easier to buy over the summers at home, I have read a few witch romances but these have a comfortable old appeal to me," she grinned, she was Muggleborn after all.