This one is mainly just based on the title/chorus of the song...thanks for the reviews/alerts so far x
62. Goldfrapp: Ooh La La
Bordeaux. A little alley outside of the only wizard club to still be opening, even if covertly and sporadically. Shoes thrown off in wild abandonment of the last of their decorum; winding down the alley, bouncing off the walls as much as they bounced off each other. Heat built between them as whispered words inflamed certain senses, further heightening their desire. Names were unimportant and dangerous; who knew what side one was on, in the harshness of daylight; one could be a Grindlewald follower, for example; the other perhaps a Dumbledore spy. It was just lust, and pent up frustration. They could be dead tomorrow, whoever they were.