"I mean the sitting with him on the train, and at breakfast, and in potions, and meeting him after class to just "hang out’," this she said with sarcastic finger quotes, "What have you done to him?" she said accusingly, "The Draco I know wouldn’t be caught dead eating with you and he won’t," she glanced around to make sure they weren’t being listened too, before continuing more quietly, "he won’t stop talking about you! "Oh, Harry said this’ and "Oh, Harry did this’ and "Harry and I thought it was an excellent idea’ on, and on, and on!" something small and warm bloomed in his chest; though he flipped between his first and second name, Draco more often than not called him Potter in public, and it made him feel unreasonably pleased to learn that he called him Harry in private, "So, what have you done to him?"