Ford sighed and pressed his hip in further towards Tycho's. "We have apparition wards up," he said under his breath. No big surprise there; every household with unmarried girls had anti-apparition charms of some variety. "I'd have to floo... or walk." He shivered, and not from the idea of walking in the cold. He was almost tempted to tell Tycho to meet him in the garden instead, but then they'd still have to go elsewhere — they couldn't do the things Ford wanted badly to do unless Tycho had a body.

But going out to commit adultery felt... more serious, somehow, than allowing himself to kiss Ty when he had just floated into his room. Premeditated. He ached with need, but he didn't know if it was enough to buoy him through getting dressed and unlocking the floo and saying the address.

"Would you really leave?" he asked, tone wavering.

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