"I’ll tell you what Potter," Draco’s gruff voice pulled them out of their embrace. Draco stood up to his full height, shoulders squared. "If this Theo breaks your heart, I’ll fucking kill him," he smirked to show an inclination that he was joking. But Hermione caught his sideways glance; there may have been some seriousness to his words. Murder, no. But beat the piss out of him, that seemed to be on the table.  