The incubus watched him, the curve of the neck, Harry displayed so enticingly, the lean body and the strong legs that had been shaped by hours upon hours on a broom. The teenager licked his lips. Hoarsely he inquired, "Are you offering, Potter?" Slowly he sank to his knees and crawled around the blanket. When he was but a hairs width away from Harry's lips, the other teenager fisted his hair and held him at a distance. "You will never, ever touch me, without my permission! Are we clear, Zabini?"