"How long do you think Nott can distract Potter? Well, in the confines of a public space..." The door clicks shut behind him. He’s next to her in an instant, his hand snaking under her hair to wrap behind her neck. She’d been standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, not really sure where to be, but apparently, he had a very clear destination in mind. He’s walking her backward as he bends to find her mouth, conveniently already angled towards him courtesy of his hand on her nape. 