[Merlin, he thinks again, but mercifully doesn't say it aloud. Not that it's not obvious, in the hitch of his breath, and his legs nearly go weak--]
Promise?
[But he steps forward a little, to back her against the statue. The Gryffindors are forgotten by now, long forgotten, and anything else doesn't matter. Anyone could catch them at this and he'd hardly care. He wants to hear that little breath again of hers--in the dark, he can hardly see her expression, but he can imagine it, and he twists his hand a little, teasing at her--]
no subject
Promise?
[But he steps forward a little, to back her against the statue. The Gryffindors are forgotten by now, long forgotten, and anything else doesn't matter. Anyone could catch them at this and he'd hardly care. He wants to hear that little breath again of hers--in the dark, he can hardly see her expression, but he can imagine it, and he twists his hand a little, teasing at her--]