What Are You Going To Do About It?

“I’m dreadfully sorry, Hermione,” he says, without an ounce of apology. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?” He places a hand on her abdomen, pressing her closer to him. “Any way I can incentivise you?” His fingers dance along her ribs like a dance.

“You broke down my barrier!” she accuses hotly.

“You married a cursebreaker.”

“I am more than a match for England’s best cursebreaker.”

Or: a magic barrier.