That didn't surprise him. It was a tried and true fact that Gryffindor girls loved Slytherin boys. Perhaps it was the forbidden element, it made it seem more exciting that it was. They all denied it, of course, but no one was surprised when bickering led to snogging in the empty classroom. Some girls seemed to get off on the teasing, on being treated like shit and then reeled back in. Angelina wasn't one and he hoped neither was his cousin but they were out there.
"Teenagers are all prats and bints, they can't help themselves." Take Eleanor for example. He hummed appreciated as she moved her lips against his skin. It was a feeling he had grown to look forward to. "I think," he said, pulling back from her kiss to run his finger along her jawline, "that you still like the attention."