She was so charmed by his grin and his remarks that Zelda was, once again, somehow surprised when Mr. Darrow began kissing her again. Still, she returned the affections with nothing but vibrant enthusiasm. Her mind was wiped blank with warm delight and she was only clued back into reality by the gentle tap of his fingers against the clasp of her dress. This was the sort of thing that she shouldn't be doing. This was the sort of thing that no one should be caught doing - but they certainly were not going to be caught now. They made sure of that. She had apparated them to safety.

Besides, the thrill of it all had her legs feeling tingly.

Zelda ran her free hand up Mr. Darrow's side, fingers grazing the cloth of his shirt and finally settling on the buttons on the top. She did not have a good angle for this, but moving required, well - moving away, and she liked being this close to him. With fumbling fingers, Zelda began to undo the buttons at the top of Mr. Darrow's shirt. She wasn't thinking. She wasn't drunk, either - her buzz was now 'mild' at best - but all she could think was yes, and that she did not want to lose him just yet.

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