"Well," he smirked, "You're a good teacher." He kept a hold on her. Maybe he couldn't make her remember The Boy Who Lived, but he could still make her heart race and that was worth something.
Harry wasn't quite ready to give it a rest. He hadn't had sex in weeks. It was into multiple months now. He held on to her and dipped his head in, kissing her jaw and brushing his nose against her ear.