"Right you are." He cradles the back of her neck with his hand before he kisses her. She would have had to sit on her hands to keep them from reaching out to him. Something in her subconscious screams at her to remember this would most likely be plastered all over the wizarding world tomorrow morning, in its full moving motion picture glory. The screams convince her hands to stay innocently on his chest, fingers dipped just beneath the lapel of his jacket. The kiss is soft and sweet and over far too quickly, but she doesn't fight him when he pulls away. 