The Slytherin's eyes were glassy, and he was grinning dopily, hugging Harry's waist, burying his face in the other teenager's stomach. With little effort, Severus helped the students to his livingroom. Harry claimed the edge of the sofa, with Zabini stretched out beside him. Not once did the Slytherin ease his vice-grip on Harry's waist. Absent, minded, the Gryffindor petted his head while nodding at his advisor to speak.