"I heard Malfoy had some fun last night."

The spoon slipped from your grasp, clattering loudly on the floor.

Harry sighed: "Of course he did. Who was it?"

"No one knows for sure, except for Malfoy himself," said Ron. "And he might have been so wasted, he wouldn't've known either." You emerged from under the table, trying to conceal your deepening embarrassment.

"Would have been some Slytherin slag," grunted Harry. "He wouldn't have gone for anyone else."

"It's bloody disgusting," said Ron. "At least it wasn't Hermione. Or Ginny. I wouldn't be able to be in the same room as you otherwise."

"That's nice," you snapped. "Good to know you would abandon a seven year long friendship over the possibility of a one night stand."

"I didn't mean it like that," said Ron quickly. "I was just saying..."

You caught him looking at you, from over Ron's shoulder. He seemed amused, as if he heard the conversation.

"Never mind," you said, looking away from Draco. "It's in the past."

"Although," said Harry thoughtfully. "I do hope it wasn't Ginny. I should..."

"Harry, please. No Gryffindor would have sex with Draco Malfoy."

He was still smirking when you looked back at him.