Harry groaned as she slid onto his lap, and his hands stroked up her sides, unleashed from the very tight hold he had been keeping them under.
Her nibbles made him groan, and he smirked back. Winter was in the back of his mind, behind solid walls, yelling its approval, but he ignored it. He had been thinking about this for a long time and he would let nothing ruin it.
His hands stroked up her back, and then down, and cupped her rear where she sat on him.
"I always used to watch you walk."
He blurted it out, and blushed again, grinning.
"I never admitted it, because I tried to deny it, with how complicated everything got, but... you have a very nice ass."