5; 1:03 p.m.
Lunch is over, and that Weasley girl's walking agonizingly slowly to class, Granger beside her. One more step, and Malfoy would be standing between them. But he doesn't risk it.
Suddenly, they notice him.
"Ignore him," Granger mutters distinctly to Weasley, who smiles a bit.
"He didn't say anything," she points out jokingly.
"I know," Granger snaps, "but he will."
"Oh, okay," Weasley grins. "Okay. But what if I were to say 'hello' to him?"
"Then you would be out of your mind!" Granger retorts, and Weasley chuckles a bit.
"I was just kidding, Hermione!" she insists. "Do you think I'd really do that?"
"Of course not," Granger laughs, catching on. "Sorry; I'm just a bit tired. Loads of homework last night, you know."
Draco wishes that Weasley would do that, if just to spite Granger. Merlin knows that she needs it.
But Draco really doesn't care all that much, you know. Of course not.
Liar.