She resumed dancing, but didn't let go of his hands. A grin crossing her face. "God, this is fun. You're going to have such a bad hangover. Especially since you don't normally drink."
"Don't worry," she said, patting his head. "I'll take care of you, if you'd like. I still have some painkillers."
She laughed, surprised by the movement. "I would never dream of it," she reassured with a grin. "It's against the rules!"
He leaned into her hand, craving the touch. "And I only have two unforgivables," he pointed out. "So breaking one of them would be a big deal."
"Right," she said. "Very bad. I would never break them." Her hands were soft, but seemed inexperienced to this sort of touch, and a bit unsure.
He noticed, turned his head slightly and kissed the palm of her hand before reaching up and taking her hand. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I know it's at the edge of your comfort zone, but it really means a lot to me."
She smiled at the recognition, and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad. I want the things I do to mean something," she said softly. "I want them to make you happy."
