Was it a bad sign that Meghan was barely cognizant of their movement? She was vaguely aware of being shifted into a position that was much, much more comfortable, but she was so much more focused on Oliver's lips. They were nice lips. He had a nice flavor and a nice smell and she decided that she rather liked the feel of them together like this. Snogging Oliver Wood was definitely something she should have thought to try before now.
Everything happened kind of quickly after that, though. She felt him move away from her (though, not of his own accord, it seemed) and the next thing she knew, he was on the floor and laughing. It was mean, but she couldn't help laughing along with him.
"Smooth, Wood," she teased him, unable to resist. "Do you need me to kiss it better?"