"So…"
"So"
"We should probably talk about… that stuff."
She nods, they should, they need to, but at the same time she definitely doesn't want to. Because talking about it would make it real, talking about it meant it was something that happened and something he might not be okay with and might even be freaking out about because it wasn't exactly normal to talk about fucking someone else while having sex.
Especially if that other person was a possible stalker that the boy had one finger fucked.
"I didn't… upset you, did I? Because if I did I want you to tell me and we won't do anything like that ever again and I certainly don't want you to think you have to be excited by what I might be aroused by."
Harry quickly shook his head even as he fumbled for his wand and cast some charms to begin removing any obvious signs of their encounter. "No, no I'm not upset I'm just a bit confused is all."
Understandable, hell she was confused, and it was her damn fantasies. "Like I said I don't want to be upset and angry about this sort of thing so instead I just…" she trailed off not knowing exactly how to explain it so she didn't sound like a creepy old pervert, even if she sort of was.
"Fantasize about it?"
Riddle shrugs helplessly, "Yes?"
He stared for a moment even as he buttoned up his shirt before snorting and shaking his head, "Yeah, okay whatever. As long as there aren't anymore arguments and ridiculous accusations then that's fine."
"You… don't mind?"
"I mean it's a bit weird to me, I wouldn't exactly be fantasizing about you with someone else but if that's what you're into then I guess I'll just play along whenever you start talking like that."
A slight smirk forms on her face, "It does help that you are feeding it with you actions anyway. And like I said it isn't my place to tell you who you can and can't be with. I wouldn't mind if you took my words to heart and… explored your dating options."
He flushed red, fumbling with the last button as her comment takes him off guard, "I…"
"Like I said Harry I'm not mad, although I would like to know when Pandora Malfoy started buying you gifts and why you never told me."
The wizard manages to complete the basics of redressing before starting with the more complicated parts of the outfit, silently cursing how difficult it was to just get dressed in the magical world. "My first year Christmas, It was just a letter but she made it pretty clear how obsessed she was. I didn't say anything because… well she's just a teenage girl. It wasn't like she was threatening me or anyone else. I've dealt with worse before, no need to freak out about it."
"Any other wizard would be upset, especially one your age."
"Luckily," he countered, "I am not 'any other wizard'."
The woman's lips twitched, a smile being withheld, "No, you certainly aren't. Still, it doesn't mean you need to take on every challenge and difficulty by yourself. Why not let someone help you with this one?"
Again, he shrugged, "She wasn't hurting me or anything, not really and I'm used to doing things on my own."
She frowned, "But you don't have to anymore. Foolish decisions made by adults aside, surely you can let your parents at the least intervene."
"They do know, now, but there isn't much they can do about it. They can't follow me around Hogwarts while glaring at a teenage girl, just like the professors can't, just like you can't. She isn't threatening or hurting me."
"But she's a borderline stalker."
He snorted, "I think we probably passed 'borderline' when she sent me a bunch of pictures which she had taken of me throughout the year when I didn't realize it." This statement lit a fire in the woman's eyes, and he quickly spoke once more, "It wasn't like they were bad, just… look it isn't a big deal I promise. There are far more important things to worry about."
"Not now there aren't." she argued, "Now things have settled down. There are no looming threats to worry about or take care of. Now you can focus on your studies and just having a normal life."
It was true, at least as far as he figured. First and second years aside every other major problem he had been forced to deal with were already solved. There were no prisoners to break out and threaten him, no Dark Lords with a desire for vengeance.
Maybe he could just be normal for once. "Okay, okay fine how about this. I'll try talking to her. If nothing changes then you can talk to her."
The compromise was obviously not to Riddle's liking, but she nodded in reluctant agreement regardless. Eventually she took pity on him and helped him finish the small touches before offering to take a few laps around outside, if nothing else to give him a break from the inside company and keep the after-sex glow going.
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The Express rumbled on in its usual manner while the occupants of the carriage happily talked about their summer, the upcoming school year, and various other things on their minds. Amaryllis was excited to start up Quidditch again, naturally, while her sister was looking forward to the additional classes with Hermione.
Luna and Ginny talked with whoever was listening about the rest of their own summers along with what the various Weasley children had been up to. The blonde even chatted about a vacation she had taken with her parents.
As for Harry, he shifted between conversations easily enough.
Everything seemed normal, perfect, which was naturally why the boy-who-lived let out a groan the moment the train began slowing down, a fact he knew to be far too early in their trip for the arrival at Hogwarts.
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