The moment her fingers were sliding along his face, he knew that he should have just pushed past the House Elf and gotten himself out of there as fast as possible before he spilled everything that had happened. All the mistakes he'd made.

He refused to look at her, even as she tried to meet his eyes, he wouldn't let it happen. He couldn't lie if he did it.

Jerking from her touch, he was off the bed and halfway across the room before he halted and, jaw tense, he turned and faced her.

"Do you forget the last time we were alone, Char? Do you forget that I almost raped you? I should have," he spat, feeling sick to his stomach even as he said it. "Maybe you'd be prone to leave me the fuck alone if I had!"