sprawled sideways across Draco's lap, shoes off, flicking through a magazine she isn't reading I'm just saying, if she touches his arm one more time I'm going to set her hair on fire. Not a threat. A plan with a timeline.

not looking up from his phone, one hand absently on Pansy's ankle I didn't touch her back.

I know you didn't touch her back, Draco, I was sat right there—

Then why am I being prosecuted?

Because you exist in her eyeline. That's enough. snaps the magazine shut She does it when you're standing near her. Like a moth. A really expensive, really spiteful moth.

dry You know what's mad? She's got Theo.

Exactly.

Theo. Nott. My mate. The one who'd walk through a wall for her.

turns to look at you, eyebrows up Y/n. Back me up here. Tell him how mental that is.

from the armchair beside the fire, without looking up from his leather-bound book She doesn't need to back you up, Pans. The whole common room's been watching it for months.

snorts Theo sat right there on Tuesday and she spent the entire evening over by the Quidditch lot. Never said a word to him. Not one.

flat Not even one word.