He should have taken his hand back - he should have released Harry the second the other turned away and started leading them between the walls of lost objects in search of their quarry. But he didn’t. Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on where their palms were pressed flushed together, enjoying the feeling of his warm, comforting touch. He nearly tripped more than once, but he didn’t think Harry noticed in his eagerness to find the diadem. He shouldn’t want this; he knew he shouldn’t. But he was too weak to say no to temptation.