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[The wobble, he doesn't notice. His own voice is shaky; it's easy not to make too much of hers being the same, to not think that there might be different reasons. Her hands are easy, capable, her smile is teasing still, and when she turns away, he just wants her to turn back again. It's easy for him to get addicted, to want more--and it will pass, and fade, it always does, but for now his focus is on her.

So when she turns to watch the Gryffindors, he steps in towards her, he slips one arm around her waist and tugs her back against him, leans down so his mouth is right by her ear.]

D'you mean right now? You've got my company, right now. You've got quite a lot right now.