Guilian didn't know why all her words seemed to speak to that rent in his soul, but as she moved closer, and spoke of peace and love and family, it seemed, for just a second (if it were at all possible), that the tear began to mend.
He closed his eyes as he bent down to kiss her again, all the sights and sounds of the dance floor ceasing to exist. That sweet taste of her lips was as he remembered, and he brought his hand up to cup her face. He could feel her soft curves press against his (far too thick and bulky) robes.
Right now, Draco could come and drag him off the dancefloor for all he cared, so long as he didn't have to stop kissing her, or feeling her touch.