It had never actually bothered Draco before that their relationship was secret. It had only been a couple of weeks since it had become something to actively hide, and Draco hadn’t particularly wanted to advertise it, seeing as he preferred to stay hex-free. But suddenly he hated that they weren’t open with their relationship. He loathed it. He stood there helplessly with his cheeks hot and stomach nauseous, nails digging into his palm, and wished that Hermione could just say, I’m with Draco. It would be worth having to suffer Weasley’s inevitable ire. But Draco knew Hermione wasn’t ready to tell everyone yet, and Draco wasn’t going to expose what they had before Hermione was ready to; she didn’t need the stress it would cause. Draco tried to ignore her and Krum, and pretend what everyone else believed – that he didn’t care that Krum was drooling all over Hermione. He didn’t succeed very well.