Rafe knew that. Well, he was pretty sure he'd known that, but he'd never really heard her Scottish drawl outside a few snatches that had slipped through here and there back in school - usually when she was angry or tipsy, or both. It was endearing, really. It reminded him of his dad who neared unintelligible at times. Not that he'd want to snog his dad, but he was definitely considering a good snog with Erin right now.
And bugger. He really had to stop thinking.
Leaning back against the machine, Rafe crossed his arms over his chest and gave her half of a confident grin. "Only if you try to put me in a bloody skirt."
He wanted to snog her, yes, but...he also really didn't want it to be awkward afterward. They had history and well, it was a little rocky to say the least. Not to mention he had no intention of shagging her. He had Quidditch practice in the morning, after all.
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