"Liar," Pansy accused and Draco sighed and glanced sideways at her – she was grinning at him smugly, and he grinned back, before his eyes were drawn along to Hermione. She sat tailor-fashion on the riverbank with Potter and Weasley, wand balanced on her knee and illuminating her hands as she plucked blades of grass and shredded them. She was chatting to the other two, although her eyes kept flicking over to Draco and Pansy. As Draco watched, Hermione laughed at something Weasley said and shoved him playfully, and he couldn’t look away.