"If Parkinson heard you say that..." she joked again, instantly regretting it. Forcing herself to look away from his face afterward, amazed at herself. What was wrong with her? How could she feel so relaxed? If Malfoy told her to fuck off, that would be his right. They weren’t friends. They weren’t. She couldn’t behave as if they were. It was even ridiculous to have to make a mental note of it, but they weren’t. It wasn’t proper to joke around like that. It wasn’t proper to joke with him like that.