Perhaps she would come to regret this moment of weakness later when it was all over. As the wizard led her over to the sofa without breaking his lips from hers once, she decided not to think about it just yet. There was no sense in entertaining it until there was something to be ashamed for. And by Merlin, she was ready to do more than a few shameful things that night. For thirteen years the past hung over them, waiting for a moment to strike, a moment to remind them both of all that they were missing.