Macnair’s quite little swear did something in Basil’s gut. The Ravenclaw tried not to think about it, embarrassed as he already was, but the flutter of doxy wings against his intestines was hard to ignore. A rosiness tinged his cheeks that made him want to frown and Basil held back a rude retort. He suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe again as both of Agrimony’s hands settled on either side of his head. He was boxed in and the stupid Slytherin smelled good. “I-I was on my way back from the library!” He managed to protest. "What was I supposed to do?!" Basil couldn’t well leave the book behind… that would have been silly. If he’d left it in the hallway at the castle someone would have found it and then there would be no denying he was out of bed past curfew. Though at this point, Basil was sure they’d be caught anyway. Or at least he hoped so. Anything to get him out of this suddenly uncomfortable situation that he wasn’t at all sure what to do with! For some reason, the thought to heave the other off did not even occur.
Agrimony Macnair & this time it's more relevant right? <3 muse song