Seamus tensed slightly, arching up towards her mouth. This was certainly not fair now. He couldn't think right for longer than a minute or so...if he even got that far. Then her fingers were on his thigh and he was almost certain his brain would never recover from that one. He couldn't help but make a small noise the higher they got.
He was convinced she was secretly evil. Should have been in Slytherin, evil girl. But no matter how much he wanted to complain, he couldn't find the effort to do so. All his brain suggested would not be punishment for her being evil. Rather, it would be rewarding evil. Then again, no matter what sort of evil she committed, he had a feeling he'd be rewarding it anyway.
"You are horrible for polite thought," he murmured.