Draco made his choice to test the limits of her game. Surely she wouldn't let him to go that far in class. He heard her breathing hitch when he was so close, so dangerously close- "Get your hand away from her you ferr-" "Mr. Weasley come with me Right. This. Moment !" A sudden yell, well yells, broke though the classroom, making some people jump. They glared at Ron who was standing, his face covered in his red, messy hair, matching his red, angry face. His glare was fixed on Draco, who sat comfortably and looked right back, a mocking smirk on gracing his face but otherwise he looked almost interested in the scene playing out before him. But then most students noticed Minerva McGonagall, standing near the door, an opened letter in her hand but a much more furious look on her wrinkled face. She looked right at Weasley and when he finally noticed the person who interrupted his grand outburst - his face paled drastically. Still looking, or glaring at him more, the headmistress with deadly calm tone spoke.