slouched against the window, a book open on his lap Reckon Slughorn'll have another one of his parties this year?

stretching his long legs out If there's anyone remotely famous or well-connected, absolutely.

rolling her eyes from beside Draco As if you're not angling for an invite yourself.

a grin spreading across his face, a little too bright

Don't care about Slughorn. Only care about getting back to the common room. Finally.

snorts Missed your own bed, did you?

Missed her, more like. he nudges your foot with his, playful

muttering, but amused Merlin's sake, Riddle. Save it for when we're not trapped in a tin can with you.

Oh, let him be lovesick. It's cute. For now.