"What in the love of Merlin are you -" he was silenced when he was once again shoved by the deceptively strong witch. This time, his back slammed into a solid wall and before he could so much as suck in a chest full of air, her hands went around the back of his neck, forcing his head forward and down, and their lips slammed together. Every thought left Blaise's head as her tongue traced the shape of his lips, as she moved her lips to his jaw, then his neck. He groaned when she bit down on his neck, his hands finding her hips and, before he knew it, he'd twisted them around so her back was against the wall and he was devouring her with his mouth, tongue sweeping in when she opened willingly for him. It took several moments, too long, really, for his brain to click back on.