The Slytherin could hear...No...feel her moving around behind his back, but still, he refused to turn and look. In fact, she could have been plotting to hex him ten ways from Sunday...but Dylan still wasn't going to turn back around.

Looking at Beezus just made this more difficult than necessary. Period.

Uncrossing his arms, both hands settled into his jeans pockets. It was a shame about these windows and that breeze...As far as windows and breezes went, they were suppose to make you feel better by default. But no sunshine or warmth on his face was going to take this hurt away. It was too deep seeded and...another word he couldn't even think of at the moment.

When had the Slytherin allowed himself to care about someone else like this? Totally hadn't seen that one coming...

What else then?

So...you and Ness....?

Her voice sounded from behind him and Dylan somehow knew she was in the vicinity of the couch...perhaps even sitting on it. How he knew this, though...Well, he wasn't going to dwell on it. It was a bit surprising she was bringing up Dixon, though. The Captain knew what she was getting at...because Rich had asked him something similar. Why did everything think he was trying to get with the Hufflepuff, though? It wasn't Dylan's fault she'd been....showing him things. "You are ridiculous if you think I want anything to do with Dixon." He hadn't really meant for it to come out as harsh as it did...but he also didn't like anyone thinking he was partaking in something when he clearly wasn't. "You know I don't do Hufflepuffs." Wasn't his obsession with Ravenclaws enough to show her that? Or was Beezus just not as smart as he thought she was? Pfft. Either way...

"I suppose I could ask you the same thing, though." Something a little dangerous had settled in Dylan's tone...Something that clearly said he was on shaky ground with this train of thought. "I'm a no good, jerk Slytherin...but you have befriended Richard Turner." Bitter laugh. Irony, really. Rich was ten times worse than him any day..."I get it. I offended you by dating your best friend...and now you're getting revenge on me by dating mine." Dylan's anger was starting to color his voice. Now they were getting down to the root of the problem...

And he was so ready to be done...and out of that room...and away from her...Pfft!...Not like THAT wouldn't end in total fail. Gah, it was like he was physically incapable of keeping away from her..."I would say I hope you two are happy together...but I wouldn't mean it. And I'm not a liar."