Harry smiled as he snuggled her close, kissing along her lips, and face and neck, and back again. There was a softness now, here in this moment, after weeks of talking and seeing one another, weeks of long looks and touches, weeks of long walks and dances, and now, after a dinner, and a snuggle on the couch, somehow, here they were, together, on the bed, still clothed, but with hands exploring.

He felt a thrill of it, an intimacy he had not known in a very long time.

This was good.

He kissed her again, letting himself just sink into touching her, in no hurry, yet.