"How very Gryffindor of you," He was teasing outright now, oddly not mocking, and his smirk widened a little again. He reached up absently to brush another stray lock of hair back behind her ear, and caught himself just as his fingers touched her.
How did it seem like he'd done just that thing a thousand times? That he knew how his fingers against her pale skin and dark hair was meant to look?