The morning came faster than Harry had expected, a loud crash waking him from the pleasant slumber. With a quiet whine, he cracked an eye open, trying to comprehend reality.

"Oi, watch out for that, idiot!"

"Why did you even put it in here? And who are you calling an idiot, huh?!"

Harry let out a groan, ready to yell for his dorm mates to shut up, when suddenly he felt a movement next to him.

"Jesus, do they ever shut up?" Malfoy grumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep. He hid his face in the crook of his elbow, covering his eyes from the morning light.

Harry stared at him for a moment, trying to remind himself how exactly the blond had broken into his bed, after a moment remembering how he'd been woken up in the middle of the night by the Slytherin and, more importantly, what they'd done a couple of hours earlier.

Slight blush tainting his cheeks, Harry collapsed back onto his pillow, face first. "Mhm," he murmured in confirmation.

He heard a soft sigh and turned his head towards the blond, watching him for a moment. His shirt was still opened, the fabric pushed to the sides, exposing the pale skin of Malfoy's chest. Moving his gaze downwards, Harry noticed that the Slytherin's trousers were also still opened, although he must have tugged himself back in his pants sometime during the night.

Merlin, shut up.

Harry turned his eyes away from the other's crotch, letting it travel up to the face covered with a long, strong arm, finally settling on the silver strands of hair.

"Oi, Harry!" Ron's voice made Harry jump in his spot. He tensed immediately, his eyes quickly finding those of Malfoy, widening in slight panic. "You woke up already?"

Shit.

"Uh, yeah," Harry said quickly, knowing that the silencing charm would wear off till now. He hoped Ron wouldn't come any closer to peak through the curtains surrounding his bed.

"You coming to breakfast with us?"

"N-no," he said a bit too loud for his likes, knowing he would make his friends suspect something if he didn't start sounding at least a bit more like his usual self. "Er, I'm pretty tired after yesterday, so I'll stay in bed for a while," he added.

"Oh, alright, mate," Ron replied, his voice raising to be heard over the bickering of Dean and Seamus. "See you later."

"Yeah, see you," he said, still a bit tensed up, waiting for the boys to leave. When he finally heard the door closing behind them, he collapsed back on the bed, letting out a sigh.

Not even a minute passed before he felt the bed dip beside him as Malfoy shifted his weight on it, positioning himself on his side. Harry decided to ignore him, trying to forget that he was naked, for a moment considering actually going back to sleep for at least a couple of minutes.

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder and the next second he was rolled over onto his back, Malfoy hovering right over him. He wore one of those irritating smirks on his face.

Harry's pulse quickened at the abrupt movement and change of positions. He stared at the blond, waiting for something to happen.

"Tired after yesterday, huh?" Draco murmured, a brow quirking elegantly.

Harry felt a blush creeping up his face at the comment, seeing the smirk that stretched Malfoy's lips. He looked away, attempting to turn his head to the side to avoid the scrutinizing gaze of the Slytherin.

"Shut up," he mumbled, trying to fill his voice with annoyance, but failing miserably, instead sounding like an embarrassed child.

His eyes widened a bit when Malfoy's fingers touched his jaw, gently tracing its edge, prompting Harry to turn his head back towards the blond above him. He shivered when the pad of Draco's thumb brushed his bottom lip gently, his silver eyes following the movement with a slightly dazed look.

"Keep that pout off your face, would you?" Draco said more softly than he intended, surprising Harry. He leaned down, letting his thumb be replaced by his lips.

So soft.

Harry let his eyes flutter close for the short moment of their almost innocent kiss, opening them again when they parted, Malfoy's warm breath ghosting over his lips.

"Better," the Slytherin murmured, one corner of his mouth quirking upwards in a half-smile. It stirred something deep inside Harry, causing him to curse in his mind. It was getting worse with every day. "So," Draco started in a quiet, low murmur, "how long till the imbeciles come back from breakfast?"

Harry rolled his eyes at the insult. "Stop offending my friends, Malfoy," he replied. He thought about the answer to his question for a moment. Since it was Sunday, they would probably take more time than usually to enjoy the breakfast as they finally didn't have to rush for classes or Quidditch games. "I guess they should be back in an hour or so," he shrugged lightly. "We're supposed to go to Hogsmeade," he remembered suddenly, muttering more to himself than to Malfoy.

"What for?" Draco asked, not knowing why. He nipped at Harry's chin to distract himself.

"…Hermione and Ginny need to buy dresses for the Yule ball," Harry mumbled, his heartbeat speeding the slightest bit at the small treatment he was receiving from the other boy.

But the moment Harry replied, Malfoy pulled back enough to look him in the eye. One of his brows arched, giving him a quizzical look.

"And…you need to buy yourself one too?" he sneered, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

Harry rolled his eyes once again, shoving one of Malfoy's arms. "No, idiot," he muttered, then sighed tiredly. "If Ginny's coming, then Dean needs to come too," he explained, shrugging to himself. "And Dean obviously doesn't want to go alone with the girls so he practically begged us to tag along."

"Mhm," Draco hummed, smirking at the quiet gasp he received from Harry when he scraped his teeth over the skin just under the edge of the Gryffindor's jaw. He then moved up, eventually reaching Harry's mouth, embracing his lips in a kiss.

Suddenly, the door to the dorm flew open, causing the boys to jump away from each other in surprise.

"Hey, I'm back!" Seamus called out, burging into the room. "I forgot something,"

"A-alright," Harry replied quickly, still panting a little from the kiss he'd shared with Malfoy.

Seamus frowned at the breathless response, confused. However, a moment later, his face lightened up with a wide grin.

"Having some alone time, Harry?" he asked with amusement.

All bood rushed to Harry's face. "Wha-...n-no!" the raven-haired boy denied heatedly. "I'm not!" He really wasn't though. He was with Malfoy after all.

"Alright, alright, I'm just gonna grab one thing and leave you and your hand to continue," Seamus joked, chuckling to himself at the flustered tone of his dorm mate.

"Gods," Harry groaned in embarrassement and annoyance, but to his friend it sounded no different to an expression of pleasure.

"Gee, Harry, wait with it till I'm gone, would you," the boy laughed, rummaging through his nightstand.

"That's not what it is!"

"Sure, sure," Seamus waved his hand dismissively, finally grabbing the notes he was supposed to give back to Hermione. "Okay, I've got it! You can go back to whatever you were doing, mate!" he declared, a teasing smirk audible in his voice. He crossed the room in two seconds and the next thing Harry heard was the thump of the door being closed.

Harry groaned in frustration again, covering his eyes with is arm. He only dropped it when he felt slight shaking of the mattress and movement above him. When his gaze rested on the figure of the Slytherin hovering over him, he realized that Malfoy was shaking with laughter.

"It's not funny," Harry hissed, his teeth clenched in annoyance.

"But it is," Draco sniggered, sending him an amused gaze, "You look like a Quaffle."

It took Harry a minute to realize that Draco was referring to the color of his face. Getting even more red, he opened his mouth to give him a smartass retort, but before he managed to do that Malfoy purposefully caught his lips with his own, teasing the Gryffindor for a brief moment before pulling back.

"Get up," he murmured against Harry's mouth, a smirk spreading his, before he sat up, pulling Harry with him.

"Huh? What for?"

The mischievious look Malfoy shot him sent shiveres down Harry's body.

"You'll see."

A bit wary, Harry pushed himself up and, realizing he was still pretty naked from the night before, allowed himself to be pulled off the bed by the blond. Standing behind him, Draco grabbed his shoulders and pushed him across the messy floor to the other side of room, until they stopped in front of Seamus's bed.

Harry frowned with confusion, turning his head to look at Malfoy.

"What?"

"You should do it in his bed," Malfoy murmured into his ear.

"Do what?"

"Just what he thought you were doing."

"Eh?" Harry frowned only to realize a second later, "N-no way, Malfoy! Are you nuts?"

"Oh, come on…"

"I'm not gonna wank in Seamus's bed, Malfoy!"

"Yes, you will,"

"No, I won't!"

"Mhm, you definitely will," Malfoy purred, stepping even closer, causing Harry to back out until the backs of his knees touched the edge of the mattress.

Harry waited, refusing to move, but knowing perfectly well that if Malfoy made another step, he would fall on the bed. Even though, he continued to send the blond a stern look.

"I'm not going to push you," Draco said, his voice calm, with the lightest hint of amusement. "I want you to do it yourself," he said and, as if to support his words with a proof, he took a step back.

Harry proceeded with the stare.

"Come on, I know you'll enjoy it," the blond murmured, his voice a deep baritone. Harry watched him for a long moment, knowing that he would not win with the intense look of the silver eyes.

He could have walked away. Pass Malfoy and leave.

And then why didn't he do just that?

Slowly, Draco leaned in, lips brushing Harry's ear. "Get on the bed," he murmured quietly.

Harry's body shuddered at the low timbre.

He turned around and faced the bed, gulping.

Gods.

The mattress dipped gently under the pressure of his weight as he slowly climbed the bed.

"Lie down on your back."

Harry did as he was told, watching as Malfoy followed suit and got on the bed, deciding to stay in a half-sitting position right next to Harry, leaning over him.

"How does it feel?" Draco asked in a whisper.

Harry closed his eyes, trying his best to forget that he was naked in his mate's bed.

"Weird," he mumbled without opening his eyes.

Then, he felt Malfoy shift a bit and the next moment he had the blond's soft lips on his, a moist tongue asking for entrance.

Harry opened up for Malfoy, letting him in with a soft groan.

Making out in Seamus's bed. Fuck.

They continued to snog, lips brushing, tongues dancing; teasing and tasting, until Harry started to gradually relax. Just when he seemed to forget that he was where he shouldn't have been, he felt Malfoy's hand on his knee.

His heart pounded in his chest as Draco moved his fingers up, tracing gently the sensitive skin of Harry's inner thigh. He shivered with anticipation, a breathy sound escaping him as those long fingers finally wrapped themselves around his erection and started to move.

Draco kept the strokes slow, making it difficult for Harry to keep his hips still. When the boy began wriggling under him, Malfoy broke the kiss and pulled back, straightening up but never stopping the movement of his hand.

He smirked at the deep groan he received when his fingers teased the head of Harry's hardness.

"There you go," he praised in a low voice.

Harry opened his eyes and suddenly remembered about his surroundings, getting that flustered feeling again when he realized he was very much in the open.

"Uh…won't you…close the curtains?" he asked, his breath staggering slightly. He felt way too exposed for his tastes.

"Nah," Malfoy shook his head, the smirk on his face widening, before giving Harry's cock a swift twist just under its head. "We're gonna keep them open."

"…nhh…I'd rather…uh, w-what if someone…comes in?" Harry panted.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Draco purred, swiping his thumb across the weeping slit, making Harry buck his hips.

"Gods…n-no,"

"I know you would," the Slytherin murmured with amusement. "If anyone comes in, there's no chance for you to hide, mm?" he let his voice drop an octave, squeezing his grip. "They'll see you, all naked and hard in Seamus's bed, moaning and writhing in his sheets…"

Harry felt a tug of panic rise in his guts at the vision of someone seeing him like that. His dorm mates could come back any minute; even though they would probably take their time having breakfast, there was still a chance of one of them going back to grab something they'd forgotten. Yet, at the same time his erection gave a twitch of interest and Harry tried to deny in his mind that he felt himself swelling even more at the very same thought.

"You want to be caught, don't you?" Draco murmured with satisfaction.

The Gryffindor stubbornly shook his head. "L-lock the door," he pleaded, desperate to give himself at least minimal sense of security.

Malfoy smirked. "Alohomora," he muttered under his breath, pointing his wand at the door, which let out a soft click, letting the boys know that a light push was the only barrier standing between them and a potential intruder.

"What are you doing?" Harry hissed, the sound turning into a throaty groan when Malfoy gave him a particularly hard pull.

"I'm making sure it's gonna be intense," the blond replied in a husky voice, smiling devilishly.

"L-lock…the bloody door…"

"Uh-uh."

"…please, Malfoy…" Harry whined, clenching his eyes in both angst and pleasure. "What if they really come back?"

"You know well what happens then," Draco murmured softly. "Tell me."

Harry groaned, arching slightly to make the Slytherin speed up the strokes. "They see me…right away…"

Malfoy hummed with satisfaction. He leaned down, lips brushing Harry's ear. "That's right," he said in a whisper. His mouth moved across the soft skin to the brunet's neck, nibbling at his jaw, to finally find his lips.

The kiss sparked even more desire in already quite aroused and desperate Harry. When the captain of the Gryffindor team started to rock his hips, trying to speed up the movements of the hand on his cock, Malfoy broke the kiss and pulled back once more.

"Get on your stomach."

Dazed with pleasure, Harry followed the order without a question, turning around until he was laying on his front. Then, he saw Draco reach for one of Seamus's pillows that lay next to his face.

"Raise your hips," the blond instructed quietly, waiting for Harry to comply. As the Gryffindor pushed his arse up, creating some space between his mid-section and the bed, Malfoy placed the pillow under his hips.

"Wha-"

"Grab the other one," Malfoy said, nodding his head towards Harry. The raven-haired boy frowned slightly, but reached his arm up nevertheless, grabbing the other pillow and pulling it closer to his face, letting his head rest on it.

A shiver run down his spine when he saw the half-smirk Malfoy wore.

"Now, take a nice, deep breath for me," the blond murmured.

Shit.

All blood that wasn't in Harry's cock went straight to his face. He knew what Malfoy was doing. Damn him.

He clenched his eyes and followed the order. He pressed his face reluctantly to the soft fabric and then took a breath in.

Familiar scent filled the air around him.

Shit.

"Tell me."

Unable to look up, Harry decided to keep his face burrowed in the pillow.

"It smells like him," he mumbled, face on fire, his voice a bit muffled but still clear enough to be heard.

He heard Draco hum somewhere above, behind his head, and a moment later felt a soft hand trailing down his back, across his shoulder blades and along his spine.

"Once more," Malfoy whispered. "Go ahead."

Harry knew what he wanted him to do.

He took another deep breath through his nose, the scent of Seamus filling his nostrils. Before Harry thought about what he was doing, he started to move. He rubbed his swollen erection against the soft fabric of the pillow, rocking his hips in slow, regular thrusts.

When a long groan left his mouth, Harry realized how screwed he was. He was humping his mate's pillow while clutching at the other one, seeking his scent.

That was stupid. He didn't even like Seamus like that. He was pretty sure he wasn't attracted to his friend, or really anyone – apart from Malfoy, for some ridiculous reason. And yet there was something in the aura the Slytherin created, the perspective of being caught by Seamus while he was in his bed, naked and hard, desperately trying to make himself come, that made Harry hot all over his body.

Fuck.

Harry snaked his free hand downwards to grip the pillow that lay under him. With a needy moan, he started to ride it, hips moving relentlessly.

"That's it," Draco praised in a low murmur, kissing the back of Harry's neck.

"You want him to see you like that?"

Harry didn't want it. He also knew Malfoy knew it. But he loved the feeling that rushed through him at these words, spoken by Draco in that deep baritone of his.

So he gave a short nod with his head.

"Yeah…" he groaned, his fingers gripping the pillow under his face so hard that his knuckles were white.

Harry felt the warmth of Draco's breath next to his ear. "Say his name."

At that, Harry almost stilled. He would have, if it wasn't for the fact that he was too much lost in pleasure to control his body and its movements anymore.

"I…I c-an't…" he panted out.

"You can," he whispered, the low, seductive voice making Harry tremble, "Just imagine him coming back. He pushes the door we left open for him and stops when he sees you. On his bed, naked, humping his fucking pillow…"

"Fuck…"

"Take a breath and say his name."

Harry let out a deep, throaty groan. He burrowed his face in the soft pillow and, eyes clenched, breathed in. The faint scent surrounded him just like before.

"…Seamus…" he whispered weakly. It felt completely out of place, but the presence of Draco and the fact that he was telling him to do that made it feel just right, somehow.

"Again."

Harry's grip on the pillow he was fucking tightened as he sped up his thrusts. "Seamus…" he panted.

"Yes," Malfoy growled somewhere behind Harry, leaning down. He gave Harry's ear a teasing lick and a gentle suck. "Are you going to come for Seamus?"

The Gryffindor bit down on his lip, to the point of almost drawing blood.

"…don't…want to…" he panted out.

"You don't want to come?" Draco teased, making the other boy growl with frustration.

"Not…for him…"

Malfoy smirked at the reply. "You want to come for me, don't you?" he asked. Harry didn't answer, but Draco didn't need him to. "It's alright. I want you to show him how you come," he whispered, his voice steady and sure. "Come on. Be a good boy and come for Seamus."

Harry groaned at the encouragement, making Draco smirk even wider. He sped up his thrusts, focusing on the timbre of Malfoy's voice.

It didn't take long, just a few more thrusts until he let out a choked moan and came, spilling all over Seamus's pillow. He rode his orgasm, never stopping the movement of his hips, pushing back and forth in frantic motion.

When he was done, he collapsed onto the sheets, the wet pillow clutching to his belly, making him grimace at the feeling. Yet, he was too exhausted to move a finger, let alone to raise his hips, so he remained still, panting heavily as he tried to regain control over his breathing.

A long moment passed before he felt fingers touch his nape softly, moving downwards to stroke his back.

Then, the realization of what he'd just done crushed on him. He tensed up, causing Malfoy to frown.

"God," he muttered against the pillow, before he realized it still smelled like Seamus. He pushed himself up immediately, forcing muscles to comply when he sat up.

He looked down at the mess he'd made of his dorm mate's pillow and bed sheets. His eyes closed.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"Hey," Malfoy spoke up, trying to gain Harry's attention. "Come on, let's move," he said, tilting his chin towards Harry's bed.

Harry nodded, pushing himself slowly to his feet. He made it to his nightstand, but before he grabbed his wand, Malfoy reached for his, pointing it at Seamus's bed and casting a cleaning spell.

Harry climbed onto his own bed, Draco following, this time closing the curtains around them with a flick of his wrist. He lay down next to Harry, positioning himself on his side so that he was slightly hovering above the other, his eyes watching Harry's face.

"What is it, Potter?"

Harry closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he looked away.

"You didn't like it after all?"

"I liked it. That's the problem."

"Huh? Where do you see problem in this then?"

"Fuck, Malfoy. I just…I don't even like him. Not like that," he added quickly.

"I know."

"Then why was I…why did it…ugh, shit," he covered his face with his arm.

"Hey."

"What's wrong with me?" he mumbled, the question muffled by the crook of his elbow.

Then he felt Malfoy pushing his arm away from his head. He looked into the grey eyes as Draco searched his gaze.

"Nothing's wrong, you dope," he murmured quietly, a cheeky grin blooming on his face. "You're just hell of a kinky bastard," he said, leaning closer.

Harry rolled his eyes, his face going red an instant. "How isn't that worse?"

He didn't receive a verbal response from the Slytherin, as Draco closed the distance between their faced and brushed their lips together. Reluctant at first, Harry soon started responding, kissing the blond back. It was only then that he felt that something hard was pressing into his thigh. He managed to pull back, panting softly as he looked down and caught a glimpse of the bulge in Draco's still opened trousers. He looked back up, finding the silver pools looking right back at him, not demanding nor pleading; simply staring, making it difficult for Harry to read them.

And yet he knew exactly what he was going to do.

His gaze dropped from the grey eyes, following the movement of his hand as it snaked between their bodies and slowly trailed across Draco's bare chest, making the blond shudder at the soft graze of Harry's fingertips on his skin. Harry's hand skimmed through the lean, nicely toned abdomen, finally sneaking into the opening of Malfoy's trousers and under the waistband of his underwear.

Harry felt a breath of warm air on his face when his fingers closed around the straining erection. He started to move his hand, turning his gaze back up, catching Draco's eyes once more. The blond was still looking at him, his mouth slightly opened as soft pants started to leave him. Without thinking, Harry tilted his head up, capturing the pink lips with his own in a slow kiss. Malfoy responded immediately, teasing Harry's lower lip with his tongue before the Gryffindor granted him access, opening up just enough for Draco to slide inside.

The kiss grew more intense in seconds, Harry gradually speeding up the movements of his hand, sliding it up and down Draco's shaft in fast, delicious strokes that made his breathing ragged and unsteady.

When the Slytherin started moving his hips, pushing them into the tight fist, Harry twisted his wrist, eliciting a low groan from the blond. He picked up the pace to sharp, fast strokes, and let out a quiet whimper himself when Malfoy moved his lips down his neck and bit into the sensitive skin of the junction.

Harry tilted his head an inch towards the other boy, his lips grazing the soft shell of Malfoy's ear.

"Draco…" he whispered, closing his eyes as he did so. The heat of Draco's body against his still naked one, his hot breath on Harry's neck, the teeth, the lips, the wet warmth of his tongue, all this was making Harry feel dizzy and drunk with pleasure as he continued to drive Draco to completion.

"Fuck," the Slytherin hissed against Harry's collarbone, clenching his eyes. He was so close, he could feel his release approaching with every pull of Harry's hand on his cock.

And then, when Harry lips closed around his sensitive earlobe and his name was once again breathed out so softly he barely heard it, Draco was pushed over the edge and shuddered with the intensity of it as, wave after wave, his climax washed over his whole being, his lips carrying a quiet groan of long-awaited pleasure.

He collapsed onto Harry, relishing in the warmth of his body while he tried to regain control over his uneven breath. He pressed his face into the Gryffindor's neck, instinctively giving the small bite he'd created a gentle, almost apologetic kiss, brushing his lips softly over the bruised spot.

He felt the brunet shift slightly under him and he raised his head to look at the boy. He quickly realized that Harry's arm was still trapped between their bodies, so, bracing himself on his elbows for a moment, he lifted his hips and chest a bit.

Harry looked at him and gave a small nod in thanks, slowly retreating his hand from Draco's trousers, intent on letting it fall along his side. But before he could do this, one of Malfoy's hands caught his wrist, effectively stopping him from any further move. Harry watched with a small frown as the blond leaned in and then took Harry's thumb into his mouth, sucking a it lightly, cleaning it off his own come. Harry's mouth fell open, a low grunt escaping his throat. His eyes were still fixed on Malfoy's that watched him from above his outstretched hand.

Draco then let the hand fall to the side and leaned down, engaging Harry into one more unhurried kiss.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and loud voices reached the two boys.

"…yeah, yeah, whatever," Harry heard Dean chuckling as the other boys laughed.

Draco broke the kiss, leaning his head to rest it against the Gryffindor's collarbone, and let out a quiet sigh.

"Dammit."

"Hey, Harry!" The brunet jumped slightly at Ron's voice, almost knocking the blond off himself. He mouthed a quick sorry at the scowl that appeared on the other's face. "Get out of that bloody bed, mate. We need to get moving!"

"Uh, yeah, just give me a minute," Harry replied, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible in the situation where he had an almost naked Slytherin in his bed.

Fuck.

"Still not finished, Harry?" Seamus asked amused, a loud bark of laugh following the question.

Harry ignored the heat that crept onto his flushed face.

"Shut up, idiot. I just need to get ready," he muttered with irritation.

Slight panic raising in his chest, he looked at Draco, searching his eyes for any plan of how to make it without getting caught by his dorm mates.

Then, an idea struck him.

He bent over the the edge of his bed, ignoring the teasing 'yeah, yeah' coming from behind the curtains, and reached for his cloak. He straightened up again and turned to face Malfoy, showing him the soft fabric.

"Put it on and wait till we leave," he said, praying in his head that the Slytherin cooperate this time.

To his relief, Draco gave him a short nod and, with a small smirk playing on his lips, he disappeared under the cloak.

With a quiet sigh, Harry reached for a T-shirt and a pair of trousers that lay the closest to his bed, casting a quick cleaning spell on himself before throwing the clothes over his head and hips. He really wanted to have a shower, but he assumed it had to wait.

He dragged the curtains open, rolling his eyes at the cheers he received from his friends for finally making it out of bed.

"Come on, let's get going," Dean said, jumping off his desk and starting toward the door.

"What's the rush?" Harry murrered, dragging his hand through his messy, raven locks, trying to get them into submission. He failed miserably.

"The girls are already there," Ron explained with a shrug.

"Yeah, and I don't want to hear for the rest of the year how horrible of a boyfriend I am for making Ginny wait," Dean grumbled, causing Seamus to chuckle and Harry to smirk. Yeah, Ginny wouldn't pass on such occasion.

Shaking their heads, the boys left the room, Harry stopping with his hand on the handle. He turned around, making sure that the others were already walking down the stairs.

He smirked, looking over at his bed where Malfoy was sitting, hidden under the safety of the invisibility cloak. When he spoke, his voice was quiet but sure.

"See you later. Draco."

He turned around and left, closing the door behind him. He didn't see the small smirk on the blond's face that machted his own as the Slytherin shook his head lightly with amusement.