Theo rolled his eyes and muttered somethign that sounded distinctly like "Peter Pettigrew." That was one well known name, though there were many others from other Houses.
"And Nicholas is lucky to have you," he said simply. In truth, in some ways he was lucky to have Peter. He was utterly precious, and Theo loved him more than he ever thought he would. He felt the touch very clearly, but also recognized the meaning behind the gesture.
His tongue flicked against her lower lip and he deepened the kiss with almost maddening slowness, though his body shouted for more, more, just kiss her. A small, deep sound crept up from his chest as their tongues brushed.
He shifted slightly toward her to ease the angle a little, liking how she was already cuddled against him, how easy it made it to kiss her. He clasped her hand, squeezing it for a moment. For a moment their clasped hands pressed against her leg before he drew it up against his chest, near his heart that beat faster because of her.
He couldn't help kissing her. There was no chaperone, no one lookign to walk in on them, and for once he simply indulged in something good. No one would know he forgot propriety for just a few minutes.