Lavender's lips were warm against his, they felt incredible and full, and he was soon lost in their touch, no longer caring about consequences. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want this, and so he wouldn't lie to himself today. As she pushed at the small of his back, he found his hips pushing down between her own, grinding himself up hard against her; while his other hand drew down over her waist and along her thigh, squeezing to spread her legs apart some, pulling on it so it rode up along his side.
His breathing was heavier in the passion of it all, and he felt his tongue toy with hers, his muscles flexing just a bit as he pushed himself against her again, grinding that thinly covered bulge up into her with a needy push. It sent a small shiver down his spine, as pleasure leaked into his nervous system. Even still, his lips were mashed against hers, rolling with her own; while his hands played and toyed. He'd released the squeeze to her rear, and was already pushing up beneath her hoodie, tracing the muscles in her stomach; rounding her belly button, just feeling the warmth and smoothness of her flesh beneath him, while he became lost with her.
It was rather apparent that Harry wasn't about to back out on her this time; only if she pulled away would he oblige, otherwise he knew what he wanted, knew she wanted it to, and felt very much inclined to give it to her.