As they approached the Shrieking Shack in a secluded and poorly lit area, Rose leaned against the fence. She pulled Scorpius by the edges of his jacket and drew him closer to her for a kiss. Even though her lips were cold, Scorpius would warm them up. The passion he felt coming from Rose made him almost lose control. He felt devoured, wanted with every fiber of her being. As much as he was used to feeling important, he had to admit that he rarely received the demonstration to be that for anyone. His pride was glowing fiercely as he kissed her impatiently, like a thirsty man at a fountain.