Though he couldn't prevent the smile that broke over and brightened his face, Ioan was intelligent enough to still be wary about the things he did and said. She remembered the song, but so far, nothing else. And yet the way she looked at him told him that part of her recognized the connection between them, even if she weren't conscious of it. Carefully he sat the guitar off to the side of the small couch, resting it on its back on the floor. When he had, he turned back to Romilda and took her hands.
"I don't know what else to do," he admitted. "Short of going to the headmaster or Madam Pomfrey, or..."
His voice trailed off as his eyes fell to her lips. What the hell. It was worth a try. Releasing Romilda's hands, he held her face and kissed her, his mouth parted slightly. If she pushed him away, it would very nearly break his heart, but kissing her again was like breathing for the first time after being underwater too long.