When Mack took his face in her hands and pulled him toward her, Grant honestly thought for a moment that he was about to be head butted by a petite- for despite the size of her stomach, he had yet to notice it- blonde girl. He winced and attempted to wriggle down out of her grip in hopes that she'd end up hitting the top of his head versus his forehead, which he knew from experience with Bludgers and brothers would hurt less, but being sandwiched by two girls limited his immediate range of movement and by the time he'd realized what exactly Mack was planning on doing to him it was too late to get out of the way. He struggled to make his arms work so he could free himself, but time had seemed to slow down and the kiss, he was sure, had somehow lasted for so long he wondered if Mack hadn't done some crafty spell he had failed to notice. Pathetically, he spoke against her mouth something that sounded like "Uckin itch" and hoped that if she dared try and stick her tongue in his mouth he'd try and bite it just so Gail couldn't come back later and claim he'd enjoyed things.

With a disgusting wet sounding noise he finally broke himself free, shoving at the girl's shoulders and wiping his lips clean with the back of his hand. Until now, he hadn't even realized how much Gail had been losing it behind him. As he had no idea what to do to make things better- no one had even prepared him for this- he kind of stood there silently for a moment, wiping his mouth over and over again trying to get rid of the taste of Slytherin. He looked at Mack incredulously. "--the hell?" he asked, then moved his lips as if he were collecting saliva in preparation for a heavy episode of spitting. "What- what-" he finally noticed the belly she was sporting, and his grimace grew, "Sick, that is just sick."