"I’ll let you know when we’re playing in the area next—the next few weekends are booked up in Aberdeen and Inverness, so I imagine that might be a bit of a journey, apparition or not." While he’d been speaking, Hermione found herself inching closer to him, and now she was very nearly pressed against him. She had to crane her neck to peer up at his face, which had darkened slightly. His pupils were blown wide, and his tongue darted out and wetted those absurd lips. She handed him his phone, which he pocketed without breaking eye contact. 