For a moment the only thing that registered with Belle was the absolute absurdity of him calling her Mrs Bones in this moment. It could only have been made worse if it had been Healer Bones or, Merlin help her, Moth-

No, she couldn’t even think it! Instead she jumped out of bed with all the grace of a dying gazelle.

In hindsight pulling the covers after her might well have been another error.

Letting out an exclamation of surprise to discover that no, Finnian was not in fact wearing anything underneath there Belle turned her head away, utterly failed to look where she was going, and collided with the small occasional table she had kept on the other side of the room for the last fifteen years. Quite why it was in a different place she didn’t know, nor did her brain have the capacity to comprehend at the moment when there was something far more pressing for it to work through.

“How did you get in?” She asked breathlessly, so many hopes about him vanishing into thin air. Belle was not a romantic but their flirtation and teasing kisses had been a lovely diversion from the rest of her life – how could he ruin it by just letting himself into her bed?!

Ought she to call for the aurors?

“I thought so much better of you,” she muttered sharply, holding the bedsheets tighter around her body.

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Lady made me sexy <3