A/N: TPOV
"I'm beginning to see your impudence as a charming quality, Nymphadora. Don't lose that. Also, I'm glad you were still able to understand my Patronus, I had sworn I sent it to the castle."
The guilt inside her for the mix-up with the potions subsided as he complimented her. She didn't know why his patronus had come to her if he had sent it to the castle, but she was glad it had. She didn't like the thought that he could have been out there, it the state that she had found him in, with her sleeping soundly in her bed, unaware.
"Where's my wand, Nymphadora?" Her eyes went wide and she looked around her before looking down at the cuff of her boot. She had taken it from his left hand before putting his arm around her shoulder to carry him here. With everything that had happened she had forgotten its presence entirely. Drawing it, she looked at it appreciatively, loving the intricate detail in the handle. The wood was warm from being close to her. She handed it to him, knowing the healing value in just having your wand back in your possession.
"Did you have any questions concerning your homework?" Her eyes snapped to his. She felt her face get hot and had to look away, excitement twisting inside her. "Um….yes…" Ugh, this would have been so much easier to do via owl. Trying to think back to the list and her responses, she was slightly perplexed at how she could feel so embarrassed and yet so excited at the same time, the two growing equally inside her as she remembered a few of the items she had questions about. As he chuckled she had no doubt that it had to be due to the intense blush that must have spread across her face, but instead of feeling mortified the sound of his laughter, the sparkle in his eyes when she looked up warmed her in an entirely different way. Most of all it eased her enough to find her voice and continue, "There were a lot of the activities that I was curious about. I knew what they were, but not really how they could be applied or how I would react when they were. I was surprised to see electricity on the list and I am probably most curious about that….but then there also seemed to be so many items to be hit with and I don't understand how they all aren't the same or how they wouldn't just hurt." She had a pretty high pain tolerance, but had ever only channeled that into determination and focus during battle. As she tried to imagine herself bound and beaten with any of the implements she squirmed subconsciously on his bed.
Clearing her throat, distinctly aware all of a sudden to how close she was to him and that she was in his personal chambers, on his bed no less, she tried to refocus herself on what he had asked for. "I also didn't know what potion play, riding the horse, …." She tried hard to remember the other things she had meant to owl him about, "…forniphilia, or predicament bondage entailed." She peaked up at him through her eyelashes, awaiting his reaction to everything she had said as well as his explanations.