As Ginny had tackled him back toward the ground, bodily holding him down he let go just a little. For just a moment all that other crap was just pushed away, pulling him right into the moment. Bucking up toward her, apparently, this was exactly how he wanted it.
Then all too soon it was over. And white hat Ernest bloody Macmillan was at his door ruining everything. Just when it was getting good too.
"What the hell Macmillan?" he shouted, pressing his eyes closed. Zacharias slumped back toward the floor, a bit deflated, but whole body still pulsing with that want, that need.