Hannah's forehead wrinkled. "Why don't they ever teach you this stuff at Hogwarts. It would have been a lot more useful than Ancient Runes." Gross.
She closed her eyes as they kissed, then leaned back in an arch against the hands he had in the center of her back, her own hands laced now behind his neck. She knew what he was doing, but she was going to make him take her upstairs before they really got into it; the dogs were here, and if they heard her crying out, they'd get upset or at least curious, nosing around.
Opening her eyes back up, she looked at him, biting her own lips. "But if we move too fast, what if I screw it up?" she asked, feeling a strange crying urge in the pit of her stomach. What if she did? What if she ruined this? She ruined everything, she was always messing up...