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Neville Longbottom (greenthumb_nev) wrote in wished,

They were barely moving, swaying from side to side on still feet, their mouths locked together. His one hand had slid up her back, with his fingers tangling in her hair as his other stayed at the center of her back, pulling her closer. He didn't want to end it, lost in her tastes and the feel of her solid and pressing against him. But for as much as he wanted it to go on for ages, the music came to a close, with the crowd clapping and hooting around them. Neville pulled back, surprised that what had seemed only moments had in fact been minutes. He looked down at her, and found his face flushed, his want for someone never having felt so acute, "I don't know if that counts as dancing," he said, his hand sliding out of her hair to meet his other at the back of her waist. His eyes searched her, "Should we try another one?" and a thought, one that had been sparked by her comment came to mind, "Hannah? Or we can go..?" There was a hopeful note there; he wanted to spend the evening in her arms, like this, and hear about her time apart from him.

Hannah was a little foggy as he pulled back from the kiss. Her face was flushed and she slowly blinked herself back to reality, hearing the hoots and claps. She buried her face into his chest out of embarrassment. She wasn't huge on PDA, but she supposed that he just stole that out of her. It didn't matter as long as it was him that she was showing affection to. "We should go." she mumbled, but he probably wouldn't hear her against his chest or over the music.

Neville heard her say something, but he couldn't understand what she'd said because of the noise, "What?" he said, bending down so that he could hear her better. But with a faster louder song coming on, and her head buried into his chest, Neville wasn't sure what she'd said. He glanced about, slightly shocked at just how many people were around them, now dancing wildly. With one arm around her, he lead her back to their table, back to their seat. His face was glowing red; he couldn't believe he'd snogged with her like that, in front of all to see. He released her, and reached down to pour more champagne into their glasses. His eyes were intent, his face still flushed as he slipped into the seat next to her again. His arm went behind her and he held the glass, not really interested in drinking it but wanting like mad to kiss her again, "That was...brilliant," he said, leaning in so that she could indeed hear him. His face was bent down, close to hers, and he said in a low voice, "I want to kiss you again, Hannah Abbott, very much so," he said, with his heart racing, the glass in his hand almost trembling from the energy that ran through his veins.