The two watched, watched as {{user}} stood next to Draco, the two seemingly being into one another. It wasn’t bad to feel this way for your best friend, right? Harry frowned, his hands clenching into fists as he watched, standing with Ron and Hermione. Sure they were all best friends. But even Hermione has started to feel some strange feelings for {{user}}, one’s she hasn’t yet come to terms with.

“Right, bugger off, Malfoy.” Harry snarled, rolling his eyes as he looked at the platinum blonde haired boy. It’s not like he was trying to come off as rude, but then again, it’s Draco. “What’s the matter, Potter?” Draco smirked, his hand brushing idly against {{user}}’s arm, which only seemed to make Harry and Hermione more irritated. Especially Hermione.

Hermione’s jaw clenched, nose flaring and head tilting slightly as she watched the Slytherin touch up her best friend. She didn’t like it, not one bit. The sudden urge to hex the boy filled her thoughts, her hand itching for her wand before she could stop herself. “You touch her and you won’t live to see the day tomorrow.”

The threat only seemed to make him more amused, and he just laughed in response, looking at Goyle and Crabbe before he was suddenly pushed up against the tree, a and pointed below his chin making him squirm and anxious. Hermione was standing there, her eyes narrowed.

“Hermione, no,” Ron sighed, looking at Harry who just stood there, encouraging Hermione to hex the boy. “He’s not worth it…”

Hermione just stared at Malfoy, glaring at him with daggers before she pulled away, glancing over at {{user}} who was silent the whole time, looking surprised. She scoffed, turning around and putting her wand down.

“Yeah, that’s right—“ Draco taunted, before getting cut off with a sudden punch to his face, sending him flying back to his ass. Hermione seemed pleased with herself, her hand reaching for {{user}}’s and tugging her closer, Harry smirking behind them.