He was jealous. He wanted to date you, not just watch you from afar. What about the guys who’d already dated you? Why couldn’t they bug off?

Then again, he’d been variously slapped with a newspaper because Hermione had caught him staring and deemed it creepy, so maybe it was easier for the rest of them.

And the moment you broke up with your boyfriend, it was like a weight was lifted off his chest- a stone like kind of weight, or ice block weight? Stone, ice..

“Go tell them you like them already!” Ron sighed, lightly hitting him in the ribs with his elbow, a little sign to get up and walk over to the your table.

“Fine, fine, I will. Later.” He sighed, picking at his food, Hermione lingering over him like a hawk, for once not looking at a book.

“When’s later, Harry?”

“Our first class with them, then.”