Honestly, even after all that had happened, while on the island, he loathed to accept help from her, or anyone, for that matter. Still, he knew he would need a bit of practice, after so many years letting his skills go to waste.

"Let's just hope I don't embarrass myself," he said, rolling his eyes. It was quite a big step for him to even acknowledge that he might not excel at something-- Even more revolutionary was the admission that he might care what she thought of him. He always had, of course, but he'd have kissed that oaf, Hagrid, before admitting it. And we're not talking about a chaste, closed-mouthed kiss, either. Tongues and all.