Their feelings for each other were shown in secret touches, his hand resting on her thigh under their Potions table, being pulled into alcoves for stolen kisses. She loved that his fine, silvery hair—baby soft and feathery smooth between her fingers—was the complete antithesis of her own coarser locks. His lips pressed against hers in secret each evening, the perfect blend of softness and firm, assertive want during late night study sessions that inevitably turned into early mornings.