The second she set foot in the Fidelity Room she was pulled desperately and crashed against the carved wood of the Cabinet. A hard body pressed against hers and flawless hands grabbed her face possessively. Before she could recover from the effusive welcoming she felt cool as silk lips devouring hers. Now. That. She did not see it coming. The chances of being met at wand point and getting cursed, rendering her a blubbering mess on the floor, were more likely than this. 