He was rubbing his head as she spoke and he couldn't help the laughter or the desire that suddenly roared up within him to kiss her. There'd just been that one time out by the lake when he'd been able to kiss her and all the sensations he'd felt that time washed over him as he leaned close to her in the tight space. He hardly understood a word she said before she was grinning broadly again and he shook his head to clear his mind. 

"Oh? Snacks...I got," he dug into his pockets, "here." He held out a half eaten bag of Bertie Bott's. "Won them off ffleurbert playing Gobstones," he added, with his own grin, completely unaware (or perhaps not caring) that he might be coming off as more of a dork than Anna already knew him to be.

"And I'm sure this goes to Hogsmeade. It probably only feels longer than it really is. Being that it's so dark and close around us. Like we're giant nifflers pushing our way around for gold."

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