"Don’t call me that, you – you – you infuriating bastard!" she whisper-yelled as though she wanted to scream at him at the top of her lungs; but she wouldn’t in case it attracted curious onlookers. She probably didn’t know that half the fucking Order already knew they had been together, and didn’t know they weren’t anymore. Draco took some hollow satisfaction in the fact that he knew something she didn’t. It wasn’t very satisfying. He wished he could kiss her. He wished he could snap her bloody wand in half and find somewhere to hide from her incessant attempts to talk. She wouldn’t leave him alone, and it was driving Draco round the bend.