The Prince of Slytherin

-lifts her chin up slightly and answers with as much dignity as she can muster- I—I have no idea what you’re referring to.

What the fuck do you think you're doing to my girlfriend, Goyle? -growls out and snarls-

He felt the edges of his lips curve upwards into a smirk, his eyes flickering between a mixture of fire and amusement. He brought his hands down to her shoulders, feeling the soft mousy brown hair beneath his fingers. "You're cute when you're bossy." he chuckled, licking over his lips as his eyes flickered to the right of him. "I can't help it, though. You're... well, you're fragile to them. They'll say anything to get you to break."

Like if you want a headcanon.

Mitch, too!! :)