A small ledge sat at waist height and he propped her there, keeping her legs wrapped firmly around his middle. He had felt the sheer terror of losing her today, in an instant he watched as she slipped through his fingertips into the awaiting spells and hexes from Dolohov and Macnair. There was no way in hell he was going to let them touch her although there was always that doubt, a curse might glide by beneath his outstretched arm and strike her down. The thought of it now had him growling into her ear, his teeth pulled at her earlobe and he kissed and licked his way down her neck, savouring every breathy moan that fell from her parted lips. 