Harry gave an arched eyebrow to Katie's description of PMS. He had experienced years of mood swings thanks to his wife, and he knew that when she demanded chocolate or a hot water bottle he better deliver or he might be missing a key piece of his anatomy before he could complain about the trip to the store.
"Oh, believe me, I know about bad PMS. I think I could handle it. Just hand me a bottle of whiskey and a box of chocolate and it'll be fine." He said with a nod, wondering if it were as bad as Ginny made it out to be.
Harry looked at Katie and shook his head, "You've never had a man motorboat you?" He squeezed his arms against his breasts and lifted them up so his face was right in his bosom and began to shake his head and make a buzzing sound. "Shit, had I known that I would have done it for you." He pretended to leer a little, which just looked funny with his ladylike features.
"Thank Merlin spontaneous erections haven't happened since school." Harry said with a laugh, "I can only say that it DOES get better. Until then, wank one off, and you'll be good for ten minutes."