"Doesn’t mean she didn’t run into someone. Didn’t that Seamus leave quite soon after her?" He motioned towards the Gryffindor table with his head and Draco looked up to see that Irish wanker sitting down next to Granger, leaning in close to talk to her. His hands clenched into fists and Blaise laughed, slapping him on the shoulder as he got up. "Make your move Draco, otherwise you’ll never know if you have what it takes to get that particularly fine Gryffindor witch in your bed. I’m going to see if that little fiery red head wants someone to walk her to class." 