Rogue
"You slanderous black-hearted knave! Take your hands off the fair lady! Fear not, gracious madam- I shall protect your honour!"
Sir Cadogan protests were mere background noise as Harry and Hermione fell against the wall, desperately grasping at each other.
"I'm going to kill him," Harry murmured against her lips.
"You can't destroy portraits- Dopple's fifth law," Hermione gasped, her breath hitching as Harry laid kisses on her neck.
"I love it when you talk technical to me." Harry whispered, his hand sneaking towards her backside.
"You rogue! You scoundrel! Unhand the gentle princess, or I'll run you through where you stand!"