[Even though he doesn't play Quidditch as regularly as he once did, he still practices enough to keep his Beater's muscles in good shape. Throwing a bludger off-course mid-dive is a lot more work than hauling around someone Ariadne's size. This is what he's been missing... the feeling of someone else wrapped around him, the second heartbeat in his ear. Nothing like it in the world. He's feeling warm and happy and the blood is flowing the the right areas... but the small, nagging, responsible part at the back of his mind makes him pull back.]
Before we go any further here, love, I may have to read you the disclaimers.
[He can be a bit of a twat sometimes, and he's aware of it. But he's certainly not going to give any girl he fancies the wrong idea.]
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Before we go any further here, love, I may have to read you the disclaimers.
[He can be a bit of a twat sometimes, and he's aware of it. But he's certainly not going to give any girl he fancies the wrong idea.]