They stayed close all evening, even when Gilderoy was nowhere in sight. They drank and laughed, and their movements became loose and languid as night fell, the hot summer heat settling heavily all around them. Their bodies kept finding each other, pulled together like magnets, seemingly unable to keep themselves from touching in some way. A hand on the small of the other’s back; the flick of a thumb over the tender skin of an inner wrist; brushing a piece of lint off a lapel. Once they started, they couldn't stop. 