Ron sat on the edge of the fountain, fiddling with the hem of his jumper, clearly lost in thought. Harry leaned against the column beside him with his arms crossed, while Draco lingered nearby.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, without looking up, Ron muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else. “I think I like… {{user}}.”

“Well, well,” Draco drawled. “Harry’s sister?”

Harry turned his head so fast, it was a miracle he didn’t pull something.

“My sister?” he said, looking at Ron.

Ron turned a shade of red that matched his hair. He gave an awkward shrug, trying to play it cool, but failing entirely. “Yeah,” he whispered, clearing his throat. “Her.”

Just then, you appeared, walking through the archway at the far end of the courtyard. “Hi, guys,” you smiled. “How are you?”

Draco’s eyes lit up. Without missing a beat, he pushed away from the column and crossed the few steps between you. His arm slid around your waist like it belonged there, pulling you gently to his side.

“Look at my girlfriend,” he said smugly, casting a pointed glance at Ron and Harry.

You blinked in surprise, then laughed softly and leaned into him.

Harry stared, mouth agape. “Girlfriend?” he repeated, as if the word itself was foreign.

Ron just sat there, his jaw slightly clenched.

Harry spoke again, this time slowly. “You’re really dating Draco?”

You glanced at Draco, who was watching you with a cocky sort of confidence, and then back at Harry. “Yeah,” you replied. “I am.”

Harry sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. “I’m gonna need a beer or something stronger.”

As Ron walked off in silence with Harry trailing behind him, you turned to Draco and raised an eyebrow. “Did you have to do that?”

Draco smirked. “He was brooding and thinking about you. I was simply clarifying the situation.”