George had long since perfected the wandless Summoning of his wand; it could be dangerous sometimes to move to get it, especially when you needed it. And it came in handy now, as one hand reached into the air behind him, fingers closing around the wood as it slapped into his palm. A twitch, and he let it drop, hand catching another small object as it came to his hand.
"I don't know why you're angry," he whispered, lips brushing hers. "Or if it even matters now..." God, it was shameful, how breathless she could make him with just a look.
"But I'll make you forget about it, if I can..." He thumbed the cork from a bright green vial and lifted it to her lips. "If you'll let me..."