"Hmmm, I'm not sure. You might have to help me out a little." This was really not the direction she'd intended this conversation to take, but now that it was headed here, well, she had no objections. They had the entire night to themselves, no patrol duty, no impending doom on the horizon; just them and their (borrowed) bed.
She leaned down and kissed him again, taking her time to tease him before drawing away. "All right, you might be cute Mr. Potter, but don't think you can fool me. I know very well how ridiculous you can be." It was one of his finer qualities, right up there with his generous heart and strong sense of morals. They all made up her James.