Vince was surprised when Cass all but ignored his being reasonable and decided to kiss him instead. It was different this time, angrier maybe, and the Slytherin felt himself wince a little at the thought. Sure the sensation of Cass overtop of him, completely in control, was unlike anything he’d quite managed yet but… anger? He didn’t trust it. Not this late, not this far in, not… not like this. He mewled a pathetic little sound then, but Cass didn’t seem to hear it and for a moment Vince’s blood ran cold.

“Cass wait—” Interrupted by the other’s lips on his own, Vince felt his brain spin. He could tell Cass was getting worked up, both emotionally and physically. It was the best and worst of the big Gryffindor all in one. Vince wasn’t scared of him; he trusted Cass implicitly, but in the same token— the dangerous little thrill against his spine was a warning yet. Arms struggling between shoving Cass off and tugging him closer, Vincent felt the other work against him and he bit sharply into Cass’ lower lip to get the other’s attention. This was no shark frenzy he could just block out! The thrill of that bite was exciting. Body reacting needily, Vince laced his fingers into the other’s lapels and was once again surprised as Cass abruptly pulled away. He growled loudly in impatience and slammed a hand into the bed. “Bloody hell Cass!”

Panting a little, both out of arousal and frustration, Vincent watched as the other tugged away from him and sat upright. They were quiet a minute, both trying to regain what they could of their emotional state. Around them the silence of the bedroom was stifling and Vince tried to swallow his frustration down even as Cass broke it and offered to leave. No! Vince knew if the other left like this, put out and both of them flustered, tomorrow would be abstractly terrible. It was already shaping up to be a difficult day, what with their trek back to Hogwarts and the awkwardness of this hanging over them. Vince wanted to make sure they forced whatever sense of normalcy they could manage before then.

“No,” He said decisively, if a little authoritatively. “Just…” he frowned and decided to take action.

Moving the tray of desserts out of the way, Vince set it aside on the night-table. Then, tugging Cassian towards him again, Vince pressed the other gently into the bed. He gave the big blonde a pat on the shoulder and then reached over him to open the window. Outside, the deafening sound of crickets still chirping away entered the room like a cacophony of noise. Vince gave the blonde a quick glance and then slid himself off the bed.

Crossing the room, he dug around in the dresser for something. Finding a blanket, he moved over towards Cass and threw it over him, tucking the other in carefully. Then, he sat atop the blanket pointedly and offered a sheepish little grin. “There,” Vince proclaimed, scratching the back of his head. “You can sleep under the blanket and I’ll sleep on top of it. No rule breaking.” He offered Cass a genuine little grin. It faded then as he resisted the urge to brush the blonde’s hair back from his face.

“Just… stay,” Vince whispered into the relative silence. “Please.” Moving to lay back, feet towards Cass’ head, Vince stared up at the ceiling and tucked his hands behind his head. “Tell me about your classes this year,” he demanded. “What NEWTs did you end up signing up for?” He already knew, but talking about it had to be better than dwelling on this right?

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