He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat to hide the bulge in his pants, and saw Hermione's eyes flick up and over to him. They'd been doing that a lot over the last couple of weeks. Finding him whenever they were all in a room together. Noticing him. He took his own eyes off hers, searching for something else in the room, trying to hide the slight blush at the direction his thoughts were taking, when he met Theo's knowing gaze. His friend glanced between he and Hermione before throwing him a salacious wink that was, quite frankly, unwarranted in that moment. His gaze found Blaise next, who was chatting amicably with Potter over a glass of some sort of juice. He looked... relaxed. More so than he had in months, and certainly in a way that he hadn't been in Draco's presence since last September. They'd spoken, about three weeks ago, after Hermione had finally revealed what could be done to get her magic back and had managed to leave that conversation a little closer than they'd been in ages. Blaise didn't shoot Hermione any looks of longing, he was attentive to her in the same way Theo was, but nothing more. It relaxed something in Draco at the same time that it filled him with... melancholy.