[It might be like Chicken with Arthur, except Herbert's reaction is very different. Instead of it being a sort of back and forth flirtation, the smaller boy's breath catches in his throat, and he stares at Eriq with the kind of fierce concentration that usually only gets directed at his experiments. With an arm around him, Eriq can probably feel the tension in his shoulders, the quiver in the taut muscle, the heat through his worn shirt.

And then Herbert is turning his head the little bit he needs to and is pressing his lips against the Slytherin's without the faintest idea of what he's doing, but a desperate desire to make it work, to be good at this, to impress his friend and maybe make him want to do it again. There is absolutely no skill involved and far too many intense emotions - when Herbert decides to do something, he does it with a single-minded intensity that can be almost frightening, and he throws himself at it without any thought of the consequences, which is exactly what he's doing now.]