Harry Potter was about to scream at Ron Weasley. This was nothing new, but Harry didn't think this feeling was going to go away anytime soon.
Ron, you see, had apparently tired of giving Hermione Granger the silent treatment. (Hermione, though she cared, was doing her best not to show it, which had worked...if you count backfiring spectacularly as working).
Because Ron had a New Plan, and that was Make Hermione Jealous. Specifically, he was "hooking up" with Lavender Brown, a girl he knew Hermione Granger detested.
UN-fortunately, unlike every other couple in Hogwarts, they were literally hooked at the mouth. Which was both rather disgusting, and something Harry Potter didn't want to look at, particularly... particularly because he didn't have anyone.
And so, not only was Hermione (still trying to be ice cold) truly not caring about the damn relationship, but "WonWon" and LavLav were inflicting it upon the entire Great Hall.
... which meant, of course, that Draco Malfoy was coming over, to inflict more misery.
There were few things that could delight Draco Malfoy. As a child, the world had been filled with wonders, but age had tarnished most of them, and what age hadn't eroded, the thought of danger, of Voldemort in particular, had erased the rest as if they never existed. Even being on a broom wasn't... exhilarating anymore.
But this? This was priceless. Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinaire, was reading at the table - which was decidedly normal and hence boring. However, her 'best friend' Ron Weasley was making out with Lavender Brown (in an openly lustful display). Hadn't Granger and Weasel been dating?
Oh, Draco Malfoy was not going to sit here and just watch this. No, he was most certainly not.
Wearing a wolfish smirk, he sauntered over towards the Gryffindor table.
Hermione Granger had said that she wasn't going to date Ron. In fact, she was still perfectly furious at him, and hadn't spoken to him in weeks. However, that didn't mean it didn't hurt, just a little, to see how easily Ron was moving on. To see how loose, and blatant, and in-your-fucking-face, Ron was being. He hadn't had the decency to even tell her. Hermione Granger didn't want to admit, truly, just how glad she was that Ron had turned his face to anyone else, though. It might backfire. Did he really think she'd be jealous? Well, maybe a little, Hermione thought with a sigh. I miss him...
And, great, here comes Pompous Prat Malfoy.
[a/n: ending this here just so you'll have a bit of time to speculate on what Malfoy's gonna do. Leave a review, please!]