I had walked away, why had I done it? I had been drunk, I guess, but why had I kissed that idiot? Why hadn't I gone home earlier? Why hadn't I gone with him, instead of staying for anther drink?

In the heat of the fire, I walked away

Maybe if I tried to talk to him . . . who am I kidding? He hates me. I'm an idiot, I love him, why didn't I leave with him? Mumbling to myself I swerved off the road, into the parking lot. Walking through the rain, past the door I knew so well. Round to the alley with the rickety fire escape I used in the early days.

Wait there in the pouring rain, come back for more

Picking up a stone from the ground, I threw it up at the window, the window I'd climbed through, so, so long ago. I shouted up "I'm in love with you!" and the next thing I knew I was being pushed over backwards, my face full of his black hair, my arms around his brilliant shoulders. And his perfect lips whispered into my ear "I love you too, Scorpy."
"What? But? Albus, I, after what I did?" I spluttered
"I said leave, but all I really want is you."

I said leave, but all I really want is you

Still whispering, he continued "When I left I wanted you to chase after me."

When I left I wanted you to chase after me