No one seemed to notice that both Draco and Chad were guys, and that they were pressed very close to each other on the makeshift dance floor. In fact, no one but Harry had as much as lifted an eyebrow at the display, and it only helped to further Draco's rage. If no one else seemed to have a problem with it, then it had to be his flat mate, and not the culture of the lacrosse team. It made him angry that the school had thought it was a good idea to make them share a flat, and not pair them up with literally anyone else.<br/>Apparently, his tension was showing, because soon Chad leant down, looking worries, and asked if he was okay. Draco didn't have it in himself to burden Chad with his problems, so he only nodded, and manages a weak smile in his direction.<br/>"Still tense because of the exam," he explained, which was only partially true. Chad seemed to buy it though, and that was the most important part. He nodded and grinned down at Draco, because stretching his back up again. "Just checking," he said with a broad grin, as he wrapped his arms tightly around Draco's lithe frame.