"Talking didn't work." She mumbled into Theo's shoulder, curled up on the couch. "Stupid male-pride."

"I resent that." He responded, calmly flipping a page in his book.

"Stupid Hufflepuff male-pride," she corrected, "your self-preservation skills are impeccable."

"Why is he competing?"

"Cho."

Theo paused, closing his book. "He said that?"

"No, but he was clearly trying to impress her."

"That's bloo-"

"-you can't be here!" Draco's voice echoed around the Slytherin common room. "This isn't your House!"

She picked up Theo's discarded scarf and wrapped it around her neck. "...better?"