A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love

On the sofa, Harry sat all alone. Here at The Burrow, in front of Mr. Arthur Weasley and Mrs. Molly Weasley, he did not dare get too intimate with Ginny.

Ginny came over from the direction of the kitchen, holding a plate of little pies—she had made them herself that morning.

Ginny glanced left and right and, seeing that no one was paying attention over here, sat down beside Harry. Her gaze tangled with his, and the atmosphere took on a distinctly rosy hue. She picked up a little pie and gently told Harry, "Open your mouth."

Harry was a little restrained and smiled sheepishly.

Ginny looked at Harry, her ears bright red, raised her eyebrows, and deliberately asked in a low voice, "Don't you trust me?"

Harry blinked lightly and looked at his girlfriend with indulgent affection. Then he lowered his head and, from the hand Ginny held out, took the pie into his mouth. Before he had even finished eating, he hurriedly nodded and praised her in a whisper, "It's really good."

Ginny smiled with great sweetness, as if time itself had frozen in the tender gaze between the two of them.

Aside from not wanting to draw anyone else's attention, it was also because of the music now flowing melodiously from Wizarding Television: Celestina Warbeck's traditional Christmas singing program. She was Mrs. Weasley's favorite singer.

The grown men's conversation seemed not to notice this. They were still loudly exchanging the so-called romantic methods that straight men believed worked on women, while Mrs. Weasley kept frowning and adjusting the volume with her wand, making Celestina sing louder and louder.

Under the cover of a particularly jazzy song, A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love, Ginny tasted a bit of the pie she had made from Harry's mouth.

"Oh,