It was true, Anthony was rather good. More than that, he was disarming. Zacharias wasn't expecting to be snogged like that out of the blue, and his commanding attitude had Zacharias feeling a bit like jello. He liked taking charge with ladies, but he was finding that the other way around was rather true with blokes. He took a long breath, his hands resting on Anthony's hips as he took in his words.
"I guess we all were yeah. But I...just...I barely could do any of the spells Harry taught us. And I'm not good in school besides. I talk a big game but when the time came, it wasn't even like I thought I'd die. I worried that someone else would die because of me." When Anthony talked about him getting knocked out, Zacharias closed his eyes, feeling a bit sick of himself. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't cope. I'm sorry you were hurt being brave and I couldn't muster the strength to join you."
He opened his eyes at the last word Anthony said, his face reddening, searching his face. "I don't mean to be bad. I just-" he paused, honesty being hard for him. "You lot were important to me all last year and I fucked it all up. But I'm going to try and make it up, in my way." He worked his fingers under Anthony's shirt to feel the warmth of his skin against his fingers. "Maybe I'm just useless. I don't want to be, even if I'm pretty good at pretending I don't care."