They were three ways of saying the same thing really and Merlin looked slightly troubled. At first he'd thought that Zach would end up raping him; then that he would rape Zach. Now he was pretty sure that it was just going to be a one night thing that he'd regret because there was no way in hell that Zach, quidditch player, Hufflepuff heir, would ever want a Gryffindor with his head somewhere and somewhen else half the time.
At least, he was sure until Zach touched him. He froze and looked at Zach's fingers against his hand like he'd never seen another hand before, followed the arm up to Zach's face.
He swallowed.
"What, how?" he asked before he went quiet because he couldn't think around this.