And she knows he's right. Roxanne has seen the smiling, laughing photographs of her father and Lee Jordan at Hogwarts. The thought should repulse her, should push her away. But she can't help herself.
"Your parents would kill me."
His resistance is failing. Doubt swims in his brown eyes when she whispers in his ear and trails her fingertips over his hand. Right, wrong. Does it really matter if they cross the lines of forbidden and taboo? She wants it, and she knows he feels the same.
His excuses and protests are flimsy and paper thin. "You need someone your own age." and "Do you really want a love you can't be open about?" fade into the weak, almost broken, "I have a wife."
But she kisses him, hidden safe and sound under the cover of night's shadow, and he kisses her back almost as longingly. For all the talk of how very wrong this is, Roxanne has never known anything else that has felt so right.