The door opened again before she could answer and Weasley pushed his way inside.  He'd managed to lug up two boxes this time and he set them down with a loud crash as he glared at the intimate picture of Draco running his hands through Granger's hair.   Her pathetic crush on him had been common knowledge at Hogwarts and Draco had thought they'd ended up together after the war.  Had her illness ruined that relationship, or had it died before she'd become a veela?  Maybe - delicious thought - Weasley had nobly stepped aside when Draco had been unexpectedly agreeable about the whole thing and now he had to stand there and watch a man he hated caress a very recent ex-girlfriend.