Blushing a dark red, Hannah tried not to look away, but she had to, feeling both shy and bold at the same time. A weird wave of cold went through her whole body, and she held Neville tighter. They had back-and-forthed to death on how she was fine without it but how he needed her to have it for him to be happy, and she wasn't going to start it again. He had kissed her, so she leaned in and kissed him herself, rubbing their noses together as she pulled back.
"It's hard," she said out loud, looking at him. His lips, then his eyes. Frowning, she said slowly, "To know that we need to be slow, so that we can keep this special and good, but when we're together...I just want us to go fast." She traced her finger down the line of his throat. "Sometimes, like right now, I can talk myself into believing that we've been together for so so so much longer."