Ebony’s hand meets his throbbing manhood with a sharp, stinging smack.

He didn’t want to talk. XXX They haven’t seen it. Should he get the others? “And besides…” He looked around “No one else seems to think anything’s amiss.”
“Still think this is weird.”
*
Ginny Weasley stood fidgeting in front of the hall as the sorting hat finished its song. Harry struck the ground hard and rolled to a stop in the long grass. “Two cauldron cakes please.” He said, trying to think of something that would calm his nerves. “See you.”
“Sure I will Harry.” The man said cryptically before turning back to the other object of his attention. “Leave you close to the door unsupervised while at the same time turning my back on you.