"But, um... are you saying I..." He then looked up at her. She was saying such embaressing things. He blushed again. "This is awkward..."

She let out a small laugh as she holds him close to her. "Harry, theres no shame in this situation." She says to him softly. "Boys and girls has their needs just as well as Men and Women." She explains to him softly.

"Ya, but you're old enough to be my aunt." He said. "You're Sirius's wife... wouldn't he be mad?" He asked her, and then got brave and put his hands on her thighs.

She blushed when he put his hands on her thighs. "Harry, Darling. He would but he also wants me to be happy." She explains to him softly. "Why dont we get a private room at the Hogs Head so we can talk more." She says to him softly.

"Alright." He said, and then he started to walk again.

Draco was following them, but had a silence charm that Snape had taught him that way he could spy on the two of them.

She pulled Harry close to her as she faces him which her hands held his head onto her breasts as she held a gem in her hand which made then disappear from the grounds. When they reappeared they were outside the Hogs Head. "James taught me this treat." She says to him softly with a smile as she walks into the Hogs Head. "One room please and two butterbeers." She says as she set the amount on the counter. She took the key and the two butterbeer. "Follow me." She says to him softly as she walks towards the private room.

Harry followed behind her, a blush on his face from it being where it was. He looked over at the guy that was sitting there, and then he shrugged, and followed behind her up to the private room.

Draco cursed, and then sighed. "Oh well... at least I still have these..." He said, and held two moving pictures.. one of Harry's face in her breasts, and one with Harry putting his hands on her thighs.

She smiles as she goes inside the private room. She holds out the bottle of butterbeer for him. "Here." She says to him softly and closes the door once he was inside and went to take a seat in one of the chairs by the fire.

He nodded, and went to the other chair, then looked over to her. "So... the fact that I'm young enough to be your son doesn't make you uncomfortable?" He asked her, and then sat back into the chair.

"Harry, you havent been someones son sicne you were 1 years old." She says to him softly. "That's the day you became a man." She explains to him softly. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"

"No... not that comes to mind right off... other than what you see in me that makes you like me in that kind of way." He said.

She smiles at him softly. "Like I said before. A woman has needs." She says to him. "I havent had my needs fulfilled since he was captured and thrown behind bars." She says to him softly.

"Well... if you want." He said, still slightly embaressed by the whole thing. "You can come sit in my lap." He told her, and drank some more of the butterbeer. He uncrossed his legs, and stared at her.

She smiles at his words. "That's not the kind of needs I was talking about." She says to him softly as she gets up and walks over to him. She sets her butterbeer down and leans down towards him. "Sexual needs, Harry." She says to him softly as she rubs a hand up and down his leg.

"I know, but it would be nice to have an older woman in my lap... kind of... reverse the role, hm?" He said, and put his hand up to the waistband of her bands, through her robes.