“Now a nice hot bath,” I said as I helped her into the tub.First, I wiped her face, which got me a pained, whimsical smile, “God Chris that took...it out of me, I feel like I’m drained.”I gave her a little smile back, “It did take it out of you and you are drained,” I told her as I continued to bathe her, her neck, her succulent breasts then her torso, arms and legs and finally her feminine treasures.I dried her with one of my big, fluffy Turkish towels then helped her into her prettiest. .. annoyed than she usually does,” he added.Harry sighed, put on his shoes and walked down the spiral stairway to learn his fate.Professor McGonagall’s expression was, indeed, more stern than usual.“Follow me to my office,” she ordered before abruptly turning to leave without looking to see whether Harry followed.Harry didn’t try to engage the Deputy Headmistress in conversation. He decided it was better to avoid saying something that might make her even more angry.As they walked down. ” He laughed, she could be a minx, sometimes. She did that kind of thing to wind him up, or turn him on. He was never quite sure which, neither was she. “She let me watch.”“I can see you liked it.” He was tenting his towelling robe, he’d showered to be clean and smell nice for her. “I suppose, then, that I have to fulfil the same thing.” She lay on the bed and stroked her stomach, yes, she liked that. Now, for the first time ever, she allowed her fingers to start sliding under her pants. She. Thenhe shoved the bowl across the table to the other bowls from the previousdays...and weeks...and months...and years...some with fungus, some withmould and in some of the older cases whole eco systems with as of yetundiscovered species of mutant bugs.He stepped out of the house. It was 10AM and his eyes were blinded bythe sun. It was too hot. He shut his eyes and took a few more steps, butsomething seemed to squish beneath his feet. The ground felt wrong. Heopened his eyes to see that, strewn.