I came down to make Harry breakfast in bed and have become totally distracted by this article in the Daily Prophet. I don't know if should kill Fred and George or laugh"Morning, Mate."I jump at the sound of Harry's voice and try to quickly fold up the Prophet. "Morning, Harry," I hate the squeak in my voice. "Are we going to try the wand today?""I need food," Harry grins and straddles me in the chair. "Someone wore me out last night and I've worked up quite an appetite."I blush and roll my eyes. "Mate that last time was your idea," I grin at him and waggle my eyebrows. "I have to admit that feeling your Quiddtich gloves on my cock was brilliant."I pull him in for a kiss and try to stuff the Prophet into the rubbish bin. He pulls away and arches his eyebrow, "Why are you trying to hide the Prophet from me?"I blush and move it out of his reach, "I'm not.""You are too," Harry frowns and reaches for it.The chair spills backwards as he shifts his weight on my lap. We fall into a heap on the floor and he grabs the Prophet from my had. He reads quickly, his eyes scanning the page, and I watch as they widen and his mouth falls open. "Fred and George," I mutter. "Got us into a bit of a--""Lavender Brown! Me and Lavender Brown!""Better than Eloise," I mutter and shift underneath him. "Maybe Lavender will send you a necklace."
"Yeah," I answer lost in thought. Was that a vision? I can't have visions, can I?"Do you think we'll be able to harness the power in the wand," he says shoving a huge spoonful of eggs into his mouth, "without any side effects?"I shrug and push my food around the plate with my fork. "We'll have to start out slow, simple spells first I s'pose to see.""Harry, you need to eat," he says pushing the plate toward me. I didn't even realise I'd pushed the plate away from me."Sorry," I said taking a bite of scrambled eggs. "My training sessions are pretty intense," I warn him."Alohomora's not very intense, Harry.""No, I mean," I say around mouthfuls of food, "with Mrs Tonks."I can feel his eyes on me and I concentrate on devouring my plate, contents and all, rather than looking into his eyes."You're going to talk to her, right?"I wipe my mouth with my napkin and sighing, I look up. The fierce determination in that gaze is enough to dispel any fears at that moment. So what if the training is intense? I need him there. "You might not like it.""I don't like degnoming the garden either," he says with a shrug and taking another bite into his mouth, "but it's the only way to get rid of the pests."Nodding, I take a swig of the pumpkin juice. "Alright then," I tell him, "I'll talk to her."