He smirked at her as she moved in the chair, his gaze pulled to the line of her thigh as she lounged in the chair. He cleared his throat and took a sip of wine. He was losing his mind if one of his best mates was starting to draw his eye, she was far too young for him. He decided avoiding the fans was a bad idea, at least he was not having inappropriate thoughts before.
"Why do you sound so doubtful?" he asked tossing a pillow at her. "I am not a whore, I have standards and morals." He shifted on the bed and leaned against the end of the bed. "What of you, which boy are crushing his heart this year?" he was curious.
"Let's go party with the freaking Gryffindors, maybe that will stir up some excitement." It was said tongue in cheek but he was starting to feel like he was lost in his own house. He wasn't a Death Eater and he wasn't a good guy. Somehow he was lost somewhere in the middle and it was incredibly boring.