But all thoughts of articles and punching wizards left her mind when his tongue brushed against her own because then there was only him. And his hands in her hair, on her neck, running down her body and pulling her closer to him, until she was pressed against his chest. Her toes curled inside her shoes as he gently nipped her tongue. He swallowed her breathy sigh eagerly, responding with a hoarse moan when she shifted slightly and accidentally brushed against something firm that bumped against her stomach.