The feel of his own grasp on Emmeline's hand was a bit of a shock. A good one, but a shock nonetheless. Her smile widened just slightly, her cheeks burning with a blush as he pressed her hand against the skin of his cheek before kissing it. It was a sweet and endearing sort of gesture, one that spoke volumes more than just a friendship but could that really be?

The squeeze of her hand made her breath catch in her throat, especially accompanied with what he had just said. She knew exactly what he was talking about but she had a hard time admitting to such a thing. It was terrifying to even think of giving any part of her to him when she'd long ago convinced herself that regardless of what was happening, he'd forget about her after she went to school. Their meetings wouldn't be able to happen they way they were currently. Perhaps once a month, so long as she was able to go home for Hogsmeade weekends. But would that be enough? She didn't know and it almost pained her to even think on it. So instead, she wanted to just live in the moment.

With a deep breath, she pulled herself up from her chair though left her hand where it was in his. Leaning over the small distance between them, she acted boldly and very much unlike the Emmeline she'd been just a few weeks ago to press a soft kiss against his lips.

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