"Wait, what? What's important? What are you-" she let out a nervous, incredulous little chuckle when his face dropped into her hair. There was a familiar warmth radiating off of him, and she instinctively moved closer. She stopped suddenly at his next comment. "No, no, no," she said over his laughter. "I smell the same! Just...the same! Yeah." Damn Potter and his stupid-arse cologne.
Okay. This wasn't normal. His mouth tickled the skin on her neck and the light breath was warm. "Oh, it's...it's fine," she said, distractedly, closing her eyes and the rest of his words barely registered until he pulled away and started to leave.
"Oi!" She pulled him back by his shirt. "I didn't let you take me? You didn't even ask, tosser!" she said, remembered she was angry. "You asked Queenie bloody Gibbon, instead!"