This whole one step at a time thing was going to get old when Harry was really just anxious to get upstairs and into that bed with her, regardless of how far things went once they got there.
"Best plan ever," he muttered, lifting her up a bit more and pulled her legs over his hip. Yep, that right there would be her cue to wrap those legs around him so he could effectively carry them both up those stairs and into her room.