He had made the mistake of looking over to Theo again in the hopes of bragging about his achievement and noticed Granger smacking Theo gently on the arm and giggling at whatever lame joke he had cracked. Theo smiling down at her widely, his eyes dancing with mischief in the sun creeping through the open windows. What the hell? Why was his best mate flirting with the muggle born they had both loathed their entire academic career? What was he playing at? Draco had his wand in his hand still ready to use another tunnelling spell when he noticed Finnagan lose control of his stumps vines,. With a mind of its own the vine wrapped itself around a large terracotta pot and swung it around in the air violently. Theo turned around just in time to be smacked over the head with the pot shattering on impact, his limp form fell to the ground with a thud. Granger jumped and let go of her own vines to bend down over her partner, frantically running her hands over his chest uselessly, her wand lay forgotten on the workbench above. 