It was good to see Angelina smiling and laughing and excited over something. He could admit to being worried, after her panicked journal entry. Adrian hadn't been through the same things, so he couldn't say he understood what was going through her mind. Having already planned to spend nine months at Hogwarts, the quarantine wasn't disrupting his life so much as it was hers. The one thing he did understand was the sense of claustrophobia. Of not being able to walk through the main gates of the castle – not even down to the village. He was doing his level best not to think about it, most days. Trials and the beginnings of the school's Quidditch season were keeping him busy for the moment. Hopefully more students would sign up for the advanced sessions, to fill even more of his time.
The kiss caught him off guard, so it took a second for his eyes to drift shut, but not long at all for his hands to cup Angelina's neck between them, the tips of his fingers teasing into her hair. A faint shiver traveled the length of his spine, his skin pebbled into gooseflesh by the time they parted, in spite of the warmth from the fire.
Adrian barely heard anything she said, mostly because he couldn't remember the last time a kiss felt like that. There was a difference in purely physical attraction and the growing whatever it was that Angelina inspired. He liked it. Liked her in a way that had nothing to do with Quidditch. Not that that hurt, of course. If he'd been looking for the ideal girl, she would absolutely share his love for the game, regardless of whether she played it. What was that he'd heard about finding someone when it was least expected?
"Mhmm, excellent," and he might have been saying anything, since the majority of his focus was on Angelina's lips. Had his hands ever moved away from her neck? Adrian couldn't recall. If they had, they were back and with light pressure against her nape, pulling her close again. This time he let his fingers wander further as he kissed her, tangling the soft lengths of her hair loosely. There was something else they were meant to be doing…
Merlin, what was he? A teenager with his first crush?
Maybe so, given how long it took him to let go. To sit back, and put some distance between them. The food was going to get cold. If he wanted to make out with a woman, he could bloody well control himself long enough to have dinner first.
"I, ah – that was – you're…" damn distracting, if nothing else. A helpless grin formed. "D'you want to eat? I'm starving. Sat here and smelled this lot for the last ten minutes."