“Harry?!”
The hand over his mouth tightened, its owner biting down laughter. In the dark broom shed, with her body flush against his, it was hard to form thought let alone speak. The searchers called his name again, but it was fainter as they moved away. The slender fingers clamped over his chin loosened then fell away.
“This is ridiculous!” He hissed quietly, trying to speak his piece before she closed in and wiped it all away with another kiss. She was thinking about it too, the dim light through the cracks in the shed revealed her blue eyes just enough to see their focus on his lips. “We have to tell them.”
A hand, the hand that had silenced him before, slid up from his chest to cup the back of his neck, he resisted being pulled down but it did not deter her. She swelled up to meet him, pressing against him more than ought to be possible and making his head fuzzy.
The kiss obliterated any resistance left in him.
“Harry?!” Bill’s voice, loud and nearby shocked him out of his stupor. His shirt was off and his heart pounding, he was not entirely sure how she’d managed that, but she’d returned to pinning him to the shed wall with a hand over his mouth and the whispers of snickers on her lips.
Bill called for him again, but again he had moved away from the broom closet.
“I’m serious, I’m telling them.” He said, yet again possessed of sudden determination.
“Harry, do you like being with me?” She trailed a hand up his abdomen, where was his shirt?
“Obviously, but-” he said, knowing it was pointless.
“Do you want me to keep touching you?” Her hand stopped its ascent at the bottom of his ribs and moved across his torso to the ticklish skin of his side. He shivered.
“Do I really need to answer?”
“Well,” she carried on, unconcerned by his participation in the conversation. “I like the sneaking around. It adds to the fun.” He sighed.
“For you maybe.”
She smiled brightly at him, and to his eye it really did seem to lift the ambient light in the room, if only for just a second.
“Get dressed lover boy, they’ll be calling in your coworkers soon to find us.”
“You’re evil.” He told her as she stepped away from him with only a grazing of her nails across his ribs in goodbye. He found his shirt as she slipped out of the shed.
“I found him!” He swore under his breath and redoubled his efforts to get his shirt back over his head and out of Bill and Fleur’s broom shed. She was smirking at him as they rounded the corner and saw him exiting the shed.
“‘Ow did we not zhink to check zhe broom shed?” Fleur asked her husband, her English still so much worse than her sisters. Not that anyone was dumb enough to go around saying that.
“Just checking out the selection.” He offered lamely, trying to sneak glares at Gabby when the others wouldn't notice.
“It will ‘ave to wait, dinner is almost ready.” Fleur said briskly, and she turned on her heel and marched off with every expectation that the party would follow. Bill, ever the dutiful husband, did just that and promptly. Harry was glad, because it gave him the chance to fall into step beside Gabrielle.
“I’ll get you back for that,” he warned her.
“Looking forward to it.”