"I'm not sure, yeah, maybe?" He stutters, not able to look up at the girl. The look his mother shot at him said everything...she knows. He'd written home enough about "Mudblood Granger" his first two years of school. It was painfully obvious; he was obsessed with the little muggleborn. He had been ever since she had thrown open his compartment door asking for help to find Longbottom's toad.