Draco watched Potter and Weasley laughing over something utterly stupid. Just as he was about to look away, a swish of curls brushed past him. Granger.

“Granger!” he called out

Hermione stopped, sighing before turning towards him. “What is it now Malfoy?”

Draco hesitated for a second. His grey eyes flicked toward Potter again, and then quickly back to Hermione. He lowered his voice awkwardly. “Is he is he single?”

Hermione blinked confused. “Who? Cho Chang?”

His face immediately twisted in disgust like she’d just said something revolting. “Ugh, no. Potter” he mumbled under his breath, barely audible.

Hermione squinted at him. “What?” Draco looked away jaw tightening. “I said is Potter seeing anyone?” he snapped this time louder he was blushing a little bit he was EMBARASSED may be he actually was. “Do all you mudbloods have trouble hearing or just you?”

Hermione crossed her arms, eyeing him closely. “Yeah. He’s single.” She said it casually as if it were nothing at all.

Draco’s lips curled ever so slightly, unable to suppress the flicker of satisfaction. “Fucking good” he muttered mostly to himself but Hermione caught it. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“You look weirdly pleased. And why do you even-wait.” Her brows shot up as realization struck. “Don’t tell me you-”

Draco gave her a smug smirk not even trying to deny it. “Exactly, I-know-everything-Granger. Exactly.”

But little did he know, harry heard it all