That morning, Draco ate his breakfast in a daze; he was lost in his new memories of the previous night with Harry. Suddenly a glint of red hair caught his eye from across the Great Hall.
It was Ginny. She's flirting with Harry! Draco thought with rage. And he's allowing it!
Draco slammed his fork onto his plate, slung his bag onto his back, and stormed out of the Great Hall.
How dare he let her talk to him that way?!
He stumbled into the boys' lavatory with tears in his eyes and slumped over a sink, staring at his own reflection. He clenched his fist, preparing to shatter the mirror.
"Draco," came a soft voice behind him.
Draco whirled around, wand pointed at Harry.
"Baby, let me explain."
Draco looked around the lavatory in panic, sure someone had heard Harry call him that.
Harry held up the Marauders' Map. "Relax. We're alone." Draco only glared. "Look, Ginny was just trying to help!"
"Wh-what?" Draco's mask of rage faltered in confusion.
"People are starting to get suspicious of us. Ginny's only trying to attract the attention so people won't find out about us."
Draco's wand dropped. "I...I'm sorry."
Harry crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Draco. "You're forgiven."