Ted's hands pulled her closer to him, his lips never leaving hers as they kissed against the wall of the corridor. He felt like his chest was exploding; he had wanted this for so long and she was so bloody perfect.

Andromeda twisted her hands in his hair, that hair that always looked like it needed a hair cut, and that she pretended to hate. She went up on her tiptoes to lessen their height difference, her hands slipping to his cheeks, because he was so goddamn tall.

Logically, Andromeda knew that they should stop, that kissing him would just make everything worse, but as his lips were on hers and his hands on her back the thought of stopping him was positively insane. She knew she'd never be able to stop now. Everything she thought she cared about was useless now, she didn't care about her family, she didn't care about keeping up appearances or making her mother proud. All she cared about was Ted, all she wanted was to be able to hold Ted Tonks every day, all the time.

Logically, Ted knew how dangerous, how utterly irresponsible, this was, for someone like Andromeda Black to be seen kissing a Muggleborn. It was dangerous for the both of them, but mostly for him. If someone saw them, if her family even suspected that their lovely Andromeda had been sullied by the likes of him, he would have hell to pay for it. She would probably be cast out, because sometimes Andromeda just can't keep her mouth shut. But right now, Ted didn't care. He didn't care about his own safety, he didn't care about Andromeda's family, or the prejudice that followed him every day, because he had Annie. He had Annie in his arms, and really, that was all that mattered to him.

Logically, they both knew the reality of the situation, but when has logic ever mattered?