"We can always go for a fly if you want," She grinned at him. "I know I'm better than you but I'll let you win occasionally."
She shrugged awkwardly, the movement hard with Harry's arms around her. "I don't think he wants to think about it, love. It was necessary to him, I think, and considering the aftermath and these executions, I don't blame him. I wouldn't like it either. Quick and sharp is better than watching the agony, surely?" she asked. "Especially when the rules around werewolves are so biased."
"I know you try your hardest to keep things in order there," she said, squeezing his thigh lightly and leaning up for a soft kiss. "If I didn't understand that then I wouldn't put up with it."