Lily felt his fingers running along her arm before she even realized what he was doing. There was that physical contact again, accompanied by the electricity that always seemed to come from him. She found it really hard to think, probably a mix of the feelings and the alcohol.
"I'm Lily Potter, chaser for the Holyhead Harpies and former captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team," she told him. All stuff he knew. She couldn't tell him that one big secret, even though she felt like it was on the edge of her lips. Why did he have to effect her this way? Why couldn't she have fallen in love with someone who would be much better for her?