She turns, wrapping herself around him easily, almost crawling into his lap as she leans close. Her hand touches the back of his head and she shakes her own, drawing him closer and letting herself have him here, gentle and warm in her arms, solid and alive. "I'll look for you, Harry. I'll do as much reading as I can to try and help you. I'll do whatever you need me to do and I won't fail this time. I promise." She leans back, her hands cupping his cheeks before she grins.

"It'll be just like home, then, won't it? I thought we'd had enough of us running around like prats in forests."