Hannah had gone home from the Tadpole furious, burdened by the sight of Malfoy’s expression when Potter had reached for him, damning and obvious. Despite having spent the weekend dulling that ire, convincing herself it wasn’t her business, the mere sight of Malfoy had reignited it all again, and she had spent the morning biting her cheek to keep herself from engaging.<br/>It all suddenly snapped, sometime after lunch.<br/>“You’re sleeping with Potter,” she stated, the frustration spilling out of her.<br/>Although the remark was directed towards her work, her eyes were daggers when she looked up at him, disappointment laced in between her anger. “Aren’t you?”