It's something that's hard to describe, especially as feminists. But there's something about Harry getting off on service alone that makes sense. That for him, helping (and he's always been a whore about helping and saving) is the main course and that the way he eases into that with Ron after such a long respite is both natural and gloriously poignant.

And fucking hot for all the ways that it would be SO SO wrong for me, myself in my personal life.

I loved this, darling~ ♥