He grinned as she kissed his neck, reminding his body that she was only thirteen. She was gorgeous though, and he loved spending time with her. Not only gorgeous, she was smart.
He turned his head to grin at her, slightly flushed that she thought so highly of him. "I'd never hurt you," he said firmly, and as she slipped off his back took her hand.
"I'm raising a Fanged Geranium. He needs pruning and feeding," he said, grinning. "He really likes midnight snacks, but as I can no longer sneak out of the dorms, we're making due." He knew it was slightly odd to be speaking about the plant as something sentient, but it seemed that way sometimes. And Uncle Neville always did.