Relationship should have been a four letter word. It was nothing but an excuse to tie people into impossible pairs that would only end in some kind of messy implosion. Pass. And pass again. So excuse him if he got a bit touchy about the subject. He really did sound like some kind of jilted woman, left at the alter or some rubbish. "Just a big lump of coal in there sweetheart. Little Adrian is a far better judge of people. After all he enjoyed you didn't he." He punctuated that retort with a stab forward of his hips. Maybe he was intentionally being crude, okay he was being intentionally crude about it all.
Damn her for making him care about what she was saying.
The feel of her nails cutting into his skin was actually a welcome relief. It was a pure physical feeling and that he could understand far more than any mis-mash of emotions that her words always seemed to bring up. "Do I look like a Ravenclaw to you. I'm Adrian. Me like quidditch abd books are dumb." He replied sarcastically as he breathed out heavily through his nose. So maybe he had jumped to a conclusion when that word had cropped up. So sue him.
And then she stopped, her hands eased away and the biting cut of her nails ceased and he had distinct sense of unease wash over him. His lip curled upward at the use of the very phrasing he had employed to get at Wood. Imagine it having the same effet on him. Damn it. There was a second where he wanted to ask what it was that made her feel so guilty but he didn't. Truthfully he didn't want to know that it was simply that it was him. That he was such a horrific choice in the eyes of her close friends that it-
And it was that exact moment that he yanked her forward and slammed his lips against hers. There. Shutting it all up. Perfect.