It remained there as they walked to her apartment. A quick glance around the living room showed no evidence of Harry having somehow beaten them home. A moment later he was following her into the apartment, the door quietly snicking closed behind him. She could see Crookshanks pacing in the doorway to the kitchen, expectantly waiting for her to commence their nightly routine. But as soon as she even thought about making her way to the kitchen, his hands slip around her waist, pulling her back against his body. His head bowed, but not quite settled in the crook of her neck.