"You don't seem to mind it?" Dean asked, laughing a little. "It's all right though. Hufflepuff colors, sort of, yeah?"
Damnit. He was cute and excited. Dean felt sort of like he was getting ready to smack a puppy with a newspaper." Aww, you didn't have to do that, mate," he answered, taking the snitch and flipping the box cautiously open so it wouldn't fly out, seeing the bright golden glow of it, and then shutting it again. He smiled at Drew. "Thanks, though. That was nice."
He should probably just come right out and say that this wasn't a date, or he hadn't meant it to be. But he was a bit of a chicken, Gryffindor or no, and he put it off for another minute. "You want a butterbeer or something?"