He couldn’t help it though, there was something about her, a puzzle he needed to solve, and a Weasley that needed to dispose of. He would worship the ground she walked on if she’d let him. He had played the long game, he had apologised, he had begrudgingly become friendly with Potter, enough to work with him, they had even had the odd drink together in their friendship groups, more so when the Weasel wasn’t around, something that didn’t happen very often, but when it did it was like her eyes sparkled with the ghost of who she was. There was life behind them again. How could her friends not notice? 