Suddenly he was back at Hogwarts, tucked away in an empty classroom or that third floor broom cupboard that never had brooms in it and was perfect for snogging your girlfriend. He was seventeen again, running his fingers through her hair and inhaling the soft, sweet scent of her.
His hand moved to her back and he pulled her tight against him and at the same time, pressing her hard against the wall. His knuckles scraped along the brick, but he didn't care. He only cared about the way her mouth moved against his, the way her tongue darted out against his lip, the way her body felt against his.
Oh he'd missed this. Her.
A groan caught in the back of his throat and his one hand slipped from her neck down to her hip and then moving down to just under the back of her thigh, gripping her leg and pulling it a bit higher around his.
He dragged his mouth from hers and kissed his way along her jaw, dizzy and caught up in the moment. "I want more," he whispered against her ear, catching the lobe between his teeth.