"Well, I'm glad you think I'm pretty."

"Well, it's plain to see that, isn't it? I always have thought so, see?" Dai was pretty much convinced that he had the right girl now. Because one thing he was sure of was that this girl knew who he was, and that settled the matter. Still, he'd keep the mask on until midnight, because it made it more fun, pretending like they was strangers. So he offered Circe a ride.

"Absolutely not." She shook her head. "I trust you not to let me fall. But, I'm still not getting in a broom. Not in this short skirt anyway."

Dai glanced down at her skirt. "It's a very nice skirt, I'd say."

" You wouldn't want to let everyone see my knickers would you?"

"Fair play," He said, but he thought he'd be keeping his eyes open, just in case. "I don't suppose it would be very nice for you, even with your mask on. Because it wouldn't be your face they would be looking at." Now he was just being playful.

"A pretty little witch?" She giggled. "You didn't have one in mind, love?"

"Well, maybe I did. And maybe I just found her. Or maybe I didn't nave no one in mind, but I found her anyway. All nice and pretty and needing to be warmed up."

"Well. It must always be warm on Italian islands. And I'm sure turning men in to pigs keeps one very warm."

"Well, I ain't planning on being no pig, see? So I hopes you don't mind if I refuse being turned into one." And he kept his hand up under her hair and breached around and just kissed the top of her ear. That seemed to make her go all shy, because she moved away. But only a little.

"Come on…Lets walk. That will keep me warm."

Dai wasn't too keen on that idea, unless they were going to walk somewhere where they wouldn't be interrupted by prefects, professors and prying eyes. "Well, I don't object to walkin', though I'd rather fly, personally. But where did you have in mind to walk to?"

"Unless you have a better way to warm me up?"

"Well, now I do think I could come up with something," said Dai, grinning behind his mask

He liked this game, where she seemed to want to be kissed and then pretended she didn't. He knew where it was all going, or at least he knew where he hoped it was going. Because, after all, why should his girlfriend dress up in so little if she meant to keep him from touching?

"First thing would be this, see?" And he slipped his arms out from under hers and wrapped them around her. "Next thing would be this," And he pulled the loose ends of his Quidditch robes around them both, tucking her into a little tent with their heads sticking out, practically nose to nose.

"And then, if that didn't work, I'd just try this." And he kissed her once, on her lips, just lightly. "But of course, you might not like that."