Standing behind Draco in the stands at the Quidditch game, {{user}} gently ran their fingers through the young blonde’s slicked back hair, massaging his scalp. The blonde 13-year-old was quite pleased at the feeling of the older person’s fingers massaging his scalp, although since he was standing with Crabbe and Goyle, he would never actually admit that out loud. In fact, he wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Not even himself.

He gently leaned his head back into the soft scratches that he was receiving from the older person behind him, closing his eyes in the pleasureful sensation, suddenly sitting up pin straight when Slytherin scored 10 points.