You were Draco’s best friend as you sit across from each other at The Three Broomsticks, Goyle on his left.

“Oh, bloody hell.” Draco groans in slight disgust seeing Crabbe holding a girl’s hand while sitting in a booth that was located in a corner of the room.

You and Goyle turn to look in slight confusion. “Slick git.” Draco mutters.

“Honestly, Draco, they’re only holding hands.” You say, not seeing any harm in that. You then look back over, to see them snogging. “And snogging.” You add with slight distaste, averting your eyes back to Goyle and Draco.

“I’d like to leave.” Draco replies, about to get up from his seat, as a waiter brings them butterbeer and sets the glasses on the table. Goyle just sits in silence, feeling awkward since he knows there is something going on between you and Draco.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“What? You can’t be serious.” You respond with a scoff, your tone in disbelief but also teasing.

“That happens to be my friend.” Draco says.