There were a thousand different thoughts and sensations running through her body right now, but nothing was coherent. February hadn't really know what to expect, not really. There had been a brief hesitation just before she'd kissed him just now that he may have been upset by her kiss yesterday, but clearly that was not the case.

Though not exactly experienced in this, she'd be lying if she said she hadn't kissed a boy or two in her time at Hogwarts. Nothing had ever been like this though. This was possessive and passionate, no hesitation, no tenderness, no fumbling around. It was electric, full of heat and frankly exhilarating. Febby could feel it in her fingertips as she clutched desperately at his robes, feeling like she was holding on for dear life.

She was thoroughly out of breath by he time he pulled back, weak in the knees and almost dizzy with what she would later figure out was flat out desire. It was a good thing he had her pressed up tight against the counter or she would have likely succumbed to the unsteadiness in her legs. She searched his eyes for something, anything, that may have given away what he was thinking, but she had to settle for her own breathless quip, "Does that answer your question?"