Hope and Sylvia had been gone for a while, leaving himself and Albus alone at the Three Broomsticks. He'd thought nothing of it until a half hour into sitting at the table with him, talking about classwork and recent news in the Daily Prophet.

It was then that a moment came where they realized they'd discussed everything new in their lives. Well, not quite everything. There was one bit of information Newt was incredibly reluctant to share, and sitting alone with Albus in a confined space had made it very difficult to keep himself from feeling the tension in his body rising.

Literally.

So now, he was in the bathroom, splashing cool water on his face and the back of his neck. Newt took deep breaths before glancing at himself in the mirror.

"Just tell him, you coward." Newt sighed at himself in irritation. How was it so easy for Hope to speak so freely? She doesn't hesitate to let it be known if she wants something.

Even contemplating revealing his growing feelings for Albus brought on sweaty palms and a racing heart that he worried would jump straight out of his chest.

Newt glanced at the door that would lead him back out to the Three Broomsticks. Where Albus would be waiting with those eyes that seemed to see through his skin. He was sure he was so transparent he might as well join the ghosts at their next party.

With one final glance down at himself, making sure he wasn't taking up more space in his slacks, he left through the door only to collide with a body on the other side.

"I'm terribly…" he looked up to see Albus, but he wasn't smiling, "...sorry." Newt swallowed audibly. "I- how long have you been standing there?" He asked, brows furrowed.

Albus offered a nod but still stared at him with a resolute expression that quickened his pulse. "I do apologize, Newt, but there's something that I've been meaning to do for quite some time, and if I don't do it now, I fear I never will."

Newt eyed him as he dried his hands on his thighs. "Which is?" He asked, voice wavering.

In the next moment, in the hallway that separated them from the rest of the public, Albus moved toward Newt. Using his body to back Newt up against the wall.

Newt's breath hitched as his back pressed to the wood, his fingertips suddenly too sensitive to the grainy texture. Albus took his chin between his fingers and inched closer, but Newt did nothing to stop him.

Instead, he glanced down at his lips.

The simple action seemed to seal the deal as Albus' lips took Newt's captive. Newt couldn't stop the sighing moan that traveled up his throat as his brain took on a fuzzy feeling, as if time stood still with them in that hallway.

It didn't last nearly as long as Newt would have liked.

Albus pulled away, gazing into his eyes as Newt stared at him, his vision blurred with a hazy heat. Like watching rain evaporate from the pavement.

"I will have you," Albus murmured.

Newt shivered as he stroked his finger along the crest of his jaw.

"If it's the last thing I do…" Albus pulled away and then eyed him with a slowly growing smirk before departing.

Leaving Newt as a quivering mess of desire.