His eyes went wide as he saw her reach for him, and he sputtered slightly as he felt cool fingers on hot skin.
"Yes, well, thanks, oh yes I'm red a bit aren't I?" he said, commenting on the state of his face. He still had hold of one of her hands and he found himself drift closer to her. He was taller than her with his growth spurt over the summer, and he looked down into her face, the surprise still there, "It won't much match your dress I'm afraid."
He felt this urge to kiss her, just to try it for once. Her lips were so close, and he knew he could bend down and see how they felt against his, matching the shape of his. He was sure that they were soft; they looked soft. And the more he looked at her, the more he wanted to, to see and feel her closer. It was an odd pull, and his free hand went to her shoulder, to touch it, almost caress it.
Damn! Is this what happens to Harry with Mandy?he thought fleetingly as he leaned down to her, closer.