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Beauxbatons truly was as beautiful as everyone said. The white-brick palace stood tall and proud high up in the Pyrenees mountains in France, overlooking a verdant valley filled with trees, streams trickling down from the snow-capped mountains, and countless wild magical creatures grazing the grasses found there. Beautiful gardens and expansive lawns surrounded the palace, adorned with some of the most elaborate topiary imaginable.

It felt a world away from the rest of the magical world, unlike Hogwarts which was so close to Hogsmeade. There were no other magical settlements up here, though students did still have day trips out to Place Cachée—the equivalent of Diagon Alley—every three weeks.

The palace was filled with grand marble halls, designed more for opulence than efficiency. Despite that, the various wings of the palace were split up into carefully-structured areas of magic. The western wing, for example, featured Transfiguration, Charms, and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Each class was given its own floor within the castle, split down the middle by the expansive corridors. Classes took place on one side while practical assessment happened directly across the corridor.

For the first time in just over two-hundred years, Beauxbatons was playing host to other students besides their own.

The Beauxbatons dining hall was an elegant place that reminded him of many of the fine French restaurants he’d visited over the years. White-clothed tables were positioned throughout long halls with four chairs per table, providing a more intimate setting than what Hogwarts had. There were a few larger tables that held six, eight, or twelve chairs.

At the very back of the dining hall sat the elevated places of the professors. Madame Maxime sat in a position that overlooked the six spoke-like dining halls that branched off of this crescent-moon-shaped room. Around her at various tables sat the professors, and right among them was Harry Potter himself.

In the years after Voldemort’s defeat, the magical world had been rather prosperous. Other than a poorly-attempted reign of a Dark Lady in Turkey, there had been no significant threats for the various nations to concern themselves with. Instead, the nations focused on deepening ties with one another, and that was exactly why Harry was here today.

Minister Shacklebolt had come to him and Headmistress McGonagall directly with the proposition he’d developed. He wanted Harry to take some of his most promising students and travel to Beauxbatons for a semester while Professor Moreau did the same with several of her students in taking them to Hogwarts. The agreement had been made months ago, but this was the very first week that the switch had been made.

It felt odd teaching someplace else. The enchanted earrings he’d been given allowed for French to be easily translated to English in his ears and for English to turn into French the moment it left his lips. They were quite the ingenious invention courtesy of the Department of Mysteries. Integration had never been easier thanks to them

Harry sat at the table quietly eating his supper as he took in the myriad of conversation around him. He could see that the dining halls themselves were much less boisterous than Hogwarts’ Great Hall was, but the combined noise funnelled into this hub-like room, letting the professors easily see or hear if any trouble was going on. Thankfully, Beauxbatons appeared to be a much calmer school than Hogwarts. Without houses to separate the students, everyone intermingled easily. Though, that wasn’t to say that there weren’t rivalries.

With just a single class of each year under his belt, Harry had already noticed how several students vied for the top spot in their years. Many others weren’t quite so keen but insisted upon performing better than certain others. And then there were those who simply liked to cause trouble. Harry hadn’t hesitated to dole out several detentions in his first week here; he didn’t want it said that he wasn’t going to take his temporary job seriously.

“Jacques already complained to me about you,” an amused voice sounded from behind him. “Causing trouble already?”

Out of all of the professors here, Harry was the youngest bar one. Gabrielle Delacour, barely nineteen years of age, was the youngest Charms professor in Beauxbatons history. Her work in France had left the Academy of Magical Studies simultaneously stunned in awe and discontent over her unconventional approach to charms. Her elder sister, Fleur, was, by all accounts, incredibly entertained by the fact that others were being annoyed by her younger sister’s irreverent sensibilities.

“Suppressing it, more like,” Harry corrected her.

Gabrielle had been his welcomed companion for breakfast, lunch, and supper. Her classes were on the floor below his, so it was quite common for the two of them to meet up in between classes to chat and catch up. Before this, the last time he’d seen her was at Bill and Fleur’s wedding when she was still just a child. She was anything but now.

In just a few short years, Gabrielle had grown quite a bit. Not only was she nearly as tall as Harry now when she was wearing heels, she’d also developed into quite the attractive figure. He’d already overheard a few upper-year men commenting on it and their intention to try to seduce Gabrielle, as though their mere confidence would be enough to subdue their professor’s will. From what Harry knew of Veela, Gabrielle was bound to be just as prideful as she was beautiful, and those poor boys had no chance with her.

Gabrielle chuckled and slipped into the seat next to him. “But you poor English brute,” she slapped his arm playfully. “You’re already stymieing their creative freedoms don’t you know? Rather than attend classes, they think it’s well enough that they duel each other in the corridors for supremacy.”

“Would that be all that was needed to combat the dark arts,” Harry joked. “If you have their names, I’d like to speak to them myself.”

“And get those poor, innocent souls in trouble?” Gabrielle batted her eyes innocently. “I couldn’t dream of doing such a thing.”

All it took was for Harry to shoot her a nonplussed look before she broke with a laugh.

“So long as you keep my name out of it, I’ll help you,” she told him.

Good, he thought to himself. He preferred stopping trouble before it became unruly. If he played up the bit of being a war hero, then maybe they’d actually listen to him.

“How have your classes been going so far?” Gabrielle asked. “Fleur insists on hearing all of the details. If anyone brings Beauxbatons into disrepute, she promises to take the next portkey over to set them straight.”

“Everyone’s been behaving well enough,” Harry chuckled as he speared a piece of fish on his fork. “I’m impressed that the students here are far less aggressive than the ones back at Hogwarts. By now, I’d usually be dealing with at least two illegal duels. I bet Professor Moreau is having a wonderful time.”

“She’s as strict as they come,” Gabrielle told him. “Anyone who goes against her is likely to spend the rest of their days stuck in detention.”

“I’d love to see Minerva’s face when she has parents coming to her complaining about unfair treatment.”

“Just wait. Somehow, this will all turn out to be your fault in the end. It’d be quite nice to see some pompous English pure-bloods showing up at our school to try to put you in your place. I doubt they’d even make it past the front gates before they’re ridiculed for being absolute twats.”

Harry snorted. He could imagine exactly that happening from a few of his students’ parents. There were many who still resented him for defeating Voldemort, and they were keen on using what little political power they had to try to give him a massive headache.

“I’ll handle whatever comes my way, unless Minerva deals with it first. She’s good at dealing with things like that.”

Gabrielle nodded. “I’ve heard that you’ve made quite the impression on a few students. There’s already silly rumours flying around about who’ll be the first witch to shag you.”

“Unfortunately for them, I don’t date children,” Harry chuckled. He was used to attention like this. Even back at Hogwarts, it wasn’t uncommon for him to receive at least three love letters from students during a year. And he’d had more than a few alumni proposition him after they’d graduated. He’d turned them all down on principle, naturally.

“You don’t seem to date at all from what Fleur tells me,” Gabrielle said, poking his ribs in chastisement. “She’s even offered to set you up with some very nice witches.”

“I prefer to choose my own partners,” Harry explained. “It’s always weird going on a pre-arranged date. They’re always either shy or enamoured with me because of my name. The rest are always a bit awkward because it’s clear that one of my friends coached them on what things to avoid talking about so that I don’t accidentally get put off by them.”

“Seems like you haven’t been doing much choosing lately though, no?”

It had been quite a few months since his last date. He’d met a lovely woman at an I.C.W. conference in Geneva and went out with her to the fall market…

That would make it a year since his last date then, not just a few months. It had been longer than he thought.

“I suppose not,” Harry answered with a weak smile.

“Someone should do something about that,” Gabrielle said as she took a bite of fish.

Hours later, Harry found himself nearing the end of his patrol around Beauxbatons. Like at Hogwarts, professors here were expected to participate in a rotating schedule of patrolling the grounds in the evenings and at night. Madame Maxime assured him that any instances of students leaving their dormitories were rare. By the end of his first week here, he actually believed her. The only people he’d managed to come across were other professors and one of the groundskeepers.

Like he always did, Harry chose to end his patrol in the western wing of the palace. At the far end was an enormous tower that housed the professor’s dorms as well as their private relaxation areas.

Harry had been overjoyed to discover that the professors had their own pool. It was an enormous thing that took up nearly half of the floor space of the bottom level of the tower. The pool itself was a perfect circle with clear water and an intricate mosaic tile floor that depicted unique art of various sea creatures interwoven through complex, weaving designs of blue and gold. Several alcoves with lounging chairs sat around the pool should one need a break, and there were always house-elves eager to bring snacks and wine to anyone swimming there.

Out of all of the staff members at Beauxbatons, barely more than half actually lived here full time. Those that did stay here tended to be some of the older professors and those without families to tie them down elsewhere. Due to this, Harry had yet to encounter any other professors enjoying the luxurious facilities at the same time as him.

Slipping into a private changing room, Harry removed his robes in favour of some swim shorts. Once he had everything stashed into a locker, he dove into the cool, refreshing water. The pool wasn’t especially deep around the outer ring, but the bottom turned into an inverted dome towards the centre. Harry swam down to the very bottom, touched the tile, and then swam back up to the surface.

Sucking in a deep breath, he stared out the enormous glass window that overlooked the grounds outside of the palace. There was an enormous lawn out there where students liked to have picnics or fly around on their brooms. Little flower beds dotted the lawn in a carefully-laid out pattern. In the distance, the snowy mountains loomed large, and bright stars twinkled in the night sky.

Harry lazily swam around the pool, not pushing himself too hard as he did several laps. He let his thoughts and worries from the past week fade from his mind as he gently floated on his back.

When he got back to Hogwarts, he was going to need to convince Minerva to do some renovations on some of the old rooms in Hogwarts. If the prefects got an incredible bathroom, then why didn’t the professors get something like this for themselves?

Until then, he planned on enjoying his time at Beauxbatons to the fullest. Speaking of which, he still had his favourite treat to enjoy before bed.

Right off of the pool room was a sauna. Enjoying his last few minutes of the day in the small, wood-panelled room had become Harry’s evening ritual. He’d spend twenty minutes in there before he came out and took a dip in the pool to cool down, and then he’d go back in for another twenty minutes before a quick shower and a cold drink to take with him as he returned to his private room.

By now, the house-elves knew that his arrival in the pool meant that he’d get in the sauna afterwards, so they’d already started heating it up for him. Magic made it happen much more quickly than normal despite it being a wood-fired sauna.

When he climbed out of the pool and opened the door to the sauna, he was met with a pleasantly warm heat. It would be at the perfect temperature in five minutes or so.

But before he could get in, he heard footsteps plodding along the floor behind him.

“Ah, you’re here too, Harry.”

Gabrielle was walking over to him with a fluffy white towel wrapped tightly around her body. Out of her robes, it was impossible to miss just how much she’d grown up since he’d seen her at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. She was a woman now, with all of the curves to show for it.

With practised movements, Gabrielle pinned her hair up in a loose ponytail, inadvertently making the towel strain to contain her ample chest as she reached up.

“Normally I’m the only one who uses the sauna,” she told him. “It’s my end-of-the-week treat.”

“I’ve been using it every other night,” Harry replied. “Taking in the perks of the job while I can. You can have it tonight—”

“Don’t be silly,” Gabrielle chastised him. “There’s plenty of room inside. We can share it. Come.”

As she walked past him, Harry noted that she didn’t seem to have any straps going over her shoulders that would signify that she was wearing anything beneath that towel. Still, he didn’t want to back out awkwardly now.

He stepped into the sauna and closed the door behind him. Three tiers of L-shaped benches ran along two of the walls while a large pile of sauna stones sat in the opposite corner. There was a bucket of water that magically refilled itself every time it started to run low, letting them adjust the humidity of the sauna as they desired. The house-elves had already left him a towel in his usual spot on the middle tier on the right hand side.

Harry was caught midstride when Gabrielle unceremoniously took off her towel and bent forward to lay it down on the bench perpendicular to his. It took everything in his willpower to not groan as he saw her bubbly ass and that narrow slit between her thighs as she smoothed out the towel. He turned away before she could catch him looking and sat down on his own towel as Gabrielle got situated on hers.

Despite her nudity, Gabrielle leaned back casually, resting her arms up on the bench behind her and letting her perky, large breasts sit free on her chest. A few times over the years, Harry had visited Bill and Fleur and had gone swimming with them in the ocean. Fleur had looked stunning in whatever she wore, whether it was a modest one-piece swimsuit or a more daring bikini. Even though she was a couple inches shorter than her older sister, Gabrielle had grown an even larger bust than her.

It was difficult for Harry to tear his eyes away from her body. Every inch of it was simply breathtaking beyond anything he’d ever seen before. He quickly rechecked his mental barriers, but he already knew that this wasn’t due to her Veela nature or anything like that. Gabrielle simply was divinely gorgeous.

“It’s so nice to get in here and relax,” Gabrielle moaned softly. As she shifted her legs, crossing one over the other, Harry was treated to another brief glimpse of her slit. His eyes flickered down to it instinctively, and by the time he looked back up, Gabrielle had an amused smirk on her lips.

“Sorry,” he muttered, his face turning slightly red.

“Don’t be,” she finally laughed. “A little look never hurt anyone. Though I am surprised to see you still in your swim shorts. Didn’t the house-elves tell you the rules of this place?”

“Not really,” Harry replied.

“Even though it’s a mixed-sex sauna, going in nude is the norm,” Gabrielle explained to him. “There’s never been any issues with it being that way, other than a few professors getting caught hooking up every now and then.”

Harry pointedly looked the other way, trying not to notice how Gabrielle was eyeing him up and down. She was nineteen, barely as old as some of those alumni who tried to sleep with him after graduating. The only difference was that he hadn’t been her professor, but he still had a sort of history with her.

“Mind if I add a bit of steam?” Gabrielle asked.

Harry simply nodded his approval and watched out of the corner of his eye as Gabrielle leapt to her feet. Her breasts bounced enticingly on her chest, and she had the perfect sway to her hips as she walked up to the ladle and deposited a thick stream of water onto the hot stones. Steam sprang up instantly, spreading across the sauna.

Instead of going back to her own towel, Gabrielle brazenly walked right up to Harry and plopped down on his towel beside him. Hip to hip, there was nowhere for him to escape.

“Isn’t the heat so nice?” Gabrielle asked him, turning slightly so that her bare breast brushed up against his arm. They felt so soft against him.

“What are you doing, Gabrielle?” He asked her.

“Do you really need me to answer that?”

No, he supposed he didn’t. He was looking for any excuse to back out of this. Though, he wasn’t quite sure why. They were both consenting adults who were clearly attracted to each other physically.

She wasn’t unique in this regard. Harry had been holding himself back from countless women for so long now that it almost felt natural to have these barriers up.

“I’m not attracted to the boy-who-lived,” Gabrielle murmured, as if reading his thoughts straight out of his mind. Her small pink nipples were already hard, and she was squirming her thighs together. “I had a crush on Harry Potter—the man who saved me from the lake—when I was a young girl, and it never quite went away even now that I’m a woman. Seeing you again awoke something in me, and I’m not one to quell my desires.”

“You know that I’ll be going back to Britain in just a few months.”

“I won’t be upset if this turns out to be nothing more than two adults enjoying each other’s intimate company,” she told him. “But I don’t think that a bit of distance would be too much trouble. Fleur manages to sneak back home to Shell Cottage at night to see Bill whenever she comes by for a visit. I could come to see you in Hogwarts, slip into your room while you’re sleeping. Maybe wake you up with a kiss or something a little more exciting.”

Her hand ghosted across his thigh, moving closer to his crotch, but she stopped before going too far. Her fingers played with the hem of his swim shorts where they’d ridden up, promising untold pleasures if they could slip beneath the surface.

“And you could come find me here. Maybe I’ll pretend I’m drowning at the bottom of the pool and my hero can come rescue me.” Her warm breath felt so nice against his ear. “And I’d be sure to give you your proper reward.”

“You really want this, don’t you?” Harry asked her.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t,” Gabrielle countered. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. Not just in here, but when we’re in between classes or sitting down for a meal together. You’re attracted to me, not just my body. You were practically drooling when I told you all about the charms I’ve been working on.”

“That’s because you were coming up with ways to cook a perfect piece of meat,” Harry retorted with a playful smile.

“Well, I can think of nothing less I’d like right now than to be stuffed with a thick piece of meat.”

Harry choked at her bluntness, much to her amusement.

“Tell me you want this,” she said as she placed her other hand upon his chest. Her dark blue eyes searched his emerald ones for the answer they both already knew.

“I want this,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her.

That simple touch unlashed all of the shackles holding Gabrielle back. She pounced on him, her fingers tearing at his swim trunks until he finally kicked them all the way off. Then, her hands were all over him.

Harry imagined that this was what being mauled by a nundu was like, only far more pleasurable. Gabrielle’s hands stroked his cock to life as she mashed her breasts against his chest and kissed him so soundly that both of their chests were heaving for air before they finally broke apart.

Gabrielle sat back on her ass, sucking in several deep breaths. Harry openly stared at her heaving chest, the moisture glistening on her skin, her slim waist and wide hips, and that perfectly shaved pussy between her thighs. She was just begging to be taken, so he did.

Pouncing atop her, Harry peppered her lips with kisses as he sought to explore her body beneath him. His hands ran along her soft skin, finding those little spots where she was ticklish and those that drew a sharp intake of breath or a moan from her lips. He let her feel his harness laying across her stomach as he throbbed with need.

“Finally, you’re letting loose,” she grinned up at him.

Somehow, she slipped out from beneath him.

Harry twisted and nearly stood up to grab her had she not slithered between his legs and pressed her face up against his cock. A spurt of precum dribbled down the head of his cock, which Gabrielle eagerly licked up. She had the perfect sultry smirk on her lips just before she opened her mouth and took him inside of her.

There was something to be said for a truly enthusiastic blowjob. Harry had received quite a few over the years, and it was always easy for him to tell when someone was truly passionate for what they were doing. Most witches around him just wanted a fun story to tell their friends or were too nervous to actually put any true effort into what they were doing.

Gabrielle knew what she was doing.

Even with a cock that was as thick as his, she had no issue taking him deep from the start. She gobbled his cock down, swallowing him straight into her throat before she pulled back and then repeated the process all over again. Her mouth felt even hotter than the sauna around them, but her tongue was the true source of enjoyment. It was perfect in the way that it curled around his shaft and tickled his most sensitive spots to make him shiver in delight.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned, throwing his head back.

Gabrielle seemed utterly pleased with herself as she swished her ass back and forth while she kept on sucking his cock. Her lips maintained a tight grip around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down except in the few instances where she let a bit of extra saliva drip down onto his balls just for fun. She was sloppy and messy and completely composed all in one perfect package.

Instinctively, Harry grabbed onto her ponytail and started guiding her head at the pace he wanted to set. While Gabrielle was quite keen on sucking him as fast as she could, Harry enjoyed pulling her head back until just the tip was still inside of her mouth. That was when she had to get creative with how she was going to pleasure him. Her tongue worked wonders, and she even brought her hands into play by stroking the base of his shaft and playing with his balls.

Then, when he forced her back down, she gargled around his cock as it got stuck deep into her throat. She had no problem holding that spot for several seconds without a single breath of fresh air, but Harry always pulled her back up before she hit a breaking point.

As he let her come up for air, she batted her eyelashes at him. “Did I do good?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

“You were perfect.”

“Then, as a reward, could you give me what I really want?”

“And what would that be?”

Gabrielle suddenly stood up and spun around, facing her ass towards Harry. She reached down between her legs and gripped his shaft, angling it so that the tip spread apart her labia and threatened to penetrate her pussy with the gentlest push.

“I want you to make a mess out of me,” Gabrielle told him over her shoulder. “I want to bounce on your cock until my legs don’t work anymore, and then I want you to pin me down on one of these benches and fuck the life out of me until my pussy is stuffed full of your cum.”

Harry couldn’t take anymore. He grabbed her hips and slammed her right down onto his cock, causing moans of ecstasy to leave both of their lips.

The feeling of Gabrielle’s tight pussy suddenly engulfing his cock felt truly indescribably brilliant. The more Harry tried to put it into words, the harder it became. She felt impossibly hot and tight around him, and she was so slick that he could feel her juices dripping down onto his balls.

Her hands settled onto his knees as she started to ride his cock. Harry grabbed onto her pump ass cheeks and squeezed them as she bounced on his cock just as she’d told him she would. She was utterly reckless and wild as she moved faster and faster, keeping her legs together to help her pussy feel as tight as possible.

The heat of the sauna was making them both sweat and pant far more than they otherwise would. Gabrielle was moaning like his cock was the greatest thing she’d ever experienced—which it quite possibly was. She’d barely managed ten bounces before her legs started to quiver. So, Harry used his grip on her ass to help her ride his cock.

“You feel too fucking good,” he groaned, encouraging her.

It seemed to be exactly what she needed as a burst of energy coursed through her. Her inner walls squeezed his cock lovingly as she sped up her pace, crying out his name in these little whimpering prayers.

“I can’t,” she gasped out.

“You can,” he told her, not wanting this to end.

But as she redoubled her efforts, Harry knew that she wasn’t going to be able to keep going for much longer. It reminded him of the first time he was with a woman. He’d lasted all of thirty seconds before he’d finished inside of her. Gabrielle wasn’t much past that when everything overcame her.

For all of her confidence and bluster going into this, she really couldn’t control herself around him.

Before she had to ask him to, Harry hoisted Gabrielle up into the air, keeping his cock securely inside of her pussy. She squealed in excitement when he spun her around so that she was facing him, and she quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him for leverage. Feeling her heavy breasts squeeze against his chest was just the icing on the cake.

Another day, he’d love nothing more than to have her back pressed against him, his fingers buried in her pussy as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy while whispering the filthiest things that came to mind into her ear. Then he could go down on her, tasting her sweet juices and finding out the way she liked him to lick her clit. He’d memorise every sound she made, desperate to hear it again another day.

But for now, he was too wrapped up in how good she felt around him. It wasn’t just her wonderful pussy. The sensation of her warm and sweat-soaked body against his was truly breathtaking. It felt so right feeling her hugging him like this.

Harry laid Gabrielle down gently onto her back, and she squirmed in delight beneath him. Her lips sought out his, and as they kissed, Harry got himself situated to go right back to fucking her. He started off gentler than either of them probably wanted, but it felt right to take at least a simple moment like this to truly live in the moment and experience the feelings to the fullest.

“We’re coming here every night to do this,” Gabrielle told him breathlessly.

Harry buried his face in her neck and kissed her there as he thrust his hips, sending his cock as deep into her pussy as it could go. His balls smacked off of her ass before he reeled his hips back, and then she suddenly tightened around his cock when he filled her up again.

“I could make that work,” Harry replied, groaning in delight.

“You’d better,” Gabrielle panted. “Or I’ll hunt you down and drag you back here.”

“Is that a promise?”

“You’d better believe it is.”

Harry laughed and stood back up on his own two feet. He turned Gabrielle so that her pussy was right over the edge of the bench she was laid on. As he fucked her, he could see everything from her orgasmic face to the way her breasts bounced on her chest. He grabbed tightly onto her hips and pumped into her harder and harder.

“I’m so close,” she whimpered to him.

“Hold on,” he told her. “Just a few more seconds.”

He worked up his pace, fucking her faster as he felt his own orgasm rising to the fore. She was quivering around his length, just about to—

And then she came.

It was like an eruption that started deep within her body. Gabrielle started shaking a second before her pussy clamped down hard around his cock and prevented him from pulling out of her. He stayed deep inside of her, making continuous tiny thrusts as her fervour took him past the brink.

Suddenly, he was spilling his seed deep inside of her pussy. It felt like an endless torrent of cum was shooting out of his cock, filling her up with everything he had. She was squeezing him in time with the pulses of his cock, helping his seed go straight to her womb. It was the perfect combination of two bodies that wanted nothing more than to bring the best out of each other.

Harry collapsed on top of Gabrielle. The heat from the sauna was getting to him, he thought. They were both utterly exhausted, but Harry lifted Gabrielle up. She clung to him as he carried her out of the sauna and back into the pool. Even then, their bodies remained connected, his cock surrounded by her warmth.

As Harry held her up, he gently spun them around in a lazy circle.

“Is it too late to make your trip a year-long stay?” Gabrielle asked quietly.

Harry chuckled. “Minister Shacklebolt will make anything happen if I ask for it.”

“Are you going to ask for it then?”

“Maybe.”

“Git.” Gabrielle slapped his side playfully. “You know, Fleur taught me how to deal with sarcastic British wizards.”

“Did she now? And what advice did she have?”

“To shut them up before their mouths got them into trouble,” Gabrielle said. “And if it’s too late for that, then to guide them on how they could make their mouths more useful.”

Harry snorted loudly. “Your sister is a clever witch.”

“Carry me up to my room?”

“I dare not refuse.”

“Stay with me? For tonight, at least.”

That he could do.