“Do you still like her?” Blaise’s voice cuts through Draco’s spacing out, as he finally turns away from you to glance at where the other boy is sitting next to him.

“No, of course not,” he answers, a little too quickly for his own taste, “I was just looking at, uh, their uniforms. The Prefects have nice badges, haven’t you noticed?”

“You do realize she’s two years older than you, right?” Theodore butts in, sticking his head over to stare at Draco intently, “And I don’t mean to offend you but have you talked to her even once?”

“I don’t like her,” Draco protests, his voice lowering when the other students start to glance over, “Besides it’s not like I can do anything about it.”

“So you admit it?” Theodore leans forward, much to the chagrin of Blaise, who’s sandwiched between the two.

“No!” Draco hisses, “Can we stop bringing this up?”