It was Draco’s turn to raise his eyebrow. The memory of Granger arriving at the Yule Ball with his former favorite quidditch player was still fresh. Draco uttered a non-comital hum in response. The prickling feelings of jealousy were unnatural and foreign to him. Was it jealousy? He’d told his mother to burn his Krum jerseys in a letter after the ball. And he vaguely remembered wanting to hex his bullocks off after trapping Granger at the bottom of the lake for hours.