Harry had never really thought about kissing in the rain before, but every new experience, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, that he shared with Bastian, was like a moment of pure magic. The rain was cold, sending shivers down his spine as it trickled down his back, but he felt the warmth of his date's body pressing against his was like the radiating warmth of the sun, drawing him closer as the kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out the other wizard's, his hand moving from Bastian's cheek to curl in his wet hair.