She kissed his lips once again, though the kiss was significantly slower, before moving to his neck. She was surprised to hear him moan—she noted this for later, because yes, she was going to hold this against him and maybe even use neck kisses as a weapon later, who knew—and smiled against his skin. He tasted sweet, maybe a bit sweaty, but she was the same by now, feeling hot and exposed at once even in the silk of her dress. The fabric was getting hunched up dangerously as she clung to Harry for dear life, and with the last vestige of sanity she realised that they weren't probably being all that appropriate for being in a public space.