"I shall admit that it is more sudden than wonted, but I rather... " Mr. Potter paused in his reply; Indulging in the awkward cricketing of the carriage and the rhythmic tap of the metal hooves upon cobblestone.
Rising from his supine position across his companion, Mr. Potter slowly gathered himself to sit on his side of the compartment.
"I rather this is quite a quaint relocation. "
"If you could call it that. I myself prefer the gregarious nature of town. "
"Ah, but this may be a chance to start anew and reform our dastardly selves. "
"It is but you who are the dastard of this pair. Why, anyone could tell simply by your dastardly mane."
"Have you been cavorting with my hair whilst I rested, Ms. Granger? "
A soft scoff accompanied his reply. "Regardless of what I have or have not done, I declare your hair culpable of villainy as adamant as it is not to behave properly."
"I would deem it rather dashing, if I may say so."
"I've no clue as to what to do with you. I should have abandoned you to Mr. Weasley."
"Surely Ms. Granger, you cannot mean to say my company is not to your liking."
"Mr. Potter…" Ms. Granger faced away from her companion, her gazing focused to the small window of the carriage. "I purposely say what I say because I desire to do such. Your interpretation is only yours to behold."
Mr. Potter remained silent, but not without thought. He was intrigued by the retort and Ms. Granger's obvious change in disposition. Was he not lying across her lap but moments before?
"It is the trees, Mr. Potter…They breathe life into you." She turned to face him once more. "Mind you, do not think this a flaw in my disposition, as I know you already have. I merely think we may have stumbled upon something grand." She smiled softly and lay her head upon his shoulder.
And in no way shape or form do I have anything to do with the ownership rights of Harry Potter.