She had recovered, finally, from the stress that had made her look nearer to her real age. "What did you want to talk about, that you didn't want anyo...e else to hear?" Well, it's... it's a lot of things." He had trouble meeting her gaze, trying to think of a subject that wasn't as emotionally loaded as the one he really wanted to talk about. "For instance, how could the killer evade the truth field? Yes, I know, you told me that the killer could be insane, but you and I both know that. And yesterday proves that you are not all talk."She seemed to undergo a small transformation, the look in her eyes changed and a slight flush crept up her chest to her face and she looked deep into my eyes. Her tongue did that sexy, cute thing that she did when she was having exceptionally dirty thoughts - running over her front teeth - and her eyes lit up with desire."Take my ass, Sir!" her breathy voice made my cock twitch, which hadn't been fully hard for several minutes. Our somewhat. And you’re here ... With your cameras ... And him...”We pan down to look at a yellow Labrador – sitting on the floor of the garage, looking back up at us, dopey smile, tongue hanging out.We hear the familiar voice of our hostess, Charley, and realise that she has been filming this ‘modelling’ session. “And what does that all mean?”Isla looks back at us and manages a smile, “My name is Isla McNamee, and I’m a dirty Scottish whore, who wants to get fucked by a dog on the tele!”She pauses for a. He said you had been injured. I closed my eyes and thought of you. The next thing I knew I was here.”“Dumbledore always said love was a strong magic,” Harry said as he enjoyed the slightly queasy feeling he still got when her hand was in contact with his. “I guess we were meant to be.”“We will be if I have anything to say about it, Mr. Potter,” Ginny said with a blushing grin. “Mark my words.”“Oh, I intend to, Miss Weasley,” Harry said with a smile. “You can count on that.” “Kingsley,” Mr..