If she wasn't sure punching him right now would completely ruin the moment, she would have when the smug smile returned to his face. "Yes, well, she she's very pretty and tall and still plays quidditch..." Things Sloane was not. "Enough to bring her up in letters and at breakfast." She pointed out.

Everything circled back to her admission and she was pretty sure her cheeks were as pink as the ends of her braid was turning. She let it happen, though, too focused on not making a further fool of herself. This hadn't gone poorly though, he was still holding her hand and hadn't run away screaming, so at least there was that

"Explains a lot, doesn't it?" Merlin's beard it explained everything. What happened next was really what kept her from moving though... Did he possibly feel the same?