"Why should I tell you? It won't be a surprise if I do," he teased her, leaning down to kiss her and then pulling away almost coyly. He loved to do that sort of thing at times, see what she would do and how she would respond.
Perhaps it was unfair of him to almost always choose his rooms over hers. It had started initially because of her aunt's disapproval, but also because he was simply more comfortable with the privacy and comforts of Nott manor.
"I love you too," he told her. It wasn't just automatic--he felt it, every time he said it. He smiled at her. He could still feel the pulse of the club in his veins. His rooms were dim but not completely dark, and it was almost as if they were in a club of all their own.
"Have you guessed yet?" he asked, pulling her up against him more firmly, relishing the moan he could bring with such a motion. He shifted them, like they were still dancing.