He was about to argue that he just had an exceptional memory for details, when she was suddenly on top of him, kissing him like he'd actually given her a hundred Galleons. Responding eagerly to her kiss, he pressed up against her, settling his hands on her shoulders after a moment of uncertainty about what to do with them. He'd never been this close to her, and she felt so good, her hands like soft flowers against his cheeks, her body warm and alive, a welcome weight against his own.
As soon as he accepted her, her kisses turned more passionate, full of a deep persistence that lit a fire inside of him, making him feel a helpless, longing sort of desire that he'd always carefully controlled before. He never wanted to seem greedy, like one of those blokes who was only interested in one thing, but right now he knew he'd be crazy not to want her.
He pulled back for a brief moment, sucking in a breath from the small space between their mouths, and then softly closed his lips over her bottom one, pulling gently. He wanted to enjoy this moment while he could.