"If we had been shagging it would be none of your business, Harry. You’re not my keeper, and I don’t owe you any explanations. But because you’re my best friend... Draco and I aren’t shagging. I mean...we’re seeing each other; I guess. Or, um." Hermione glanced nervously at Draco again, not sure how to frame things – still not quite sure whether she could label what was between them a "boyfriend/girlfriend’ thing, or anything definite, really.