Harry smiled and could feel his heartbeat quicken as she sunk into the kiss, bringing her in closer to him with an arm. He didn't know how much he needed or wanted this until that potion had been flushed from his system. Even if it had taken a teenager's game of seven minutes in heaven to make this happen, he was okay with that. His eleven year old body was thoroughly pleased.

There was a knock on the closet door. "Alright Granger, Potter - you can come out anytime now," a voice came from one of the third years from Ravenclaw.

Harry groaned low and pulled away from Hermione's lips and opened his eyes to watch her with a soft expression. "We'll have to continue this later," he murmured, though not wanting to leave just yet. He wanted to savor this feeling of being with her.