"Right, how silly of me," he teased, and ruffled her hair again.
"You will be. We'll make sure of it." And fucking fuck, he wished she dind't have to be, but what was, was and it was as simple as that.
"All right midget, it's time for good little Ravenclaws to stop offering advice and head back to their rooms so their Charms professor can grade their essays."
He walked her back to Michael's room and then headed back to finish his grading.