"I like draws. Draws are good," he said, distracted by the feel of her tongue against his lips, her body against his. She could have suggested stripping naked and running down the hall to the Slytherin dorms, and he'd have agreed.
"Sometimes it's best to just let those things go," he said, grinning. "All that matters is that you'll be up in the air, trying to kick my arse. Not that you'll succeed of course." He winked at her, because it was all in good fun.
He tried to imagine what Al and Wren would have to talk about, bet kept coming up blank. He loved his cousin of course, but he didn't understand him at all. "Who is the new Professor?" he asked, instead of dwelling on Al. Defense was far more interesting at the moment. "Someone we know?"