"You heard me, Nott." Harry took a step closer. "I saw how you were with her at lunch. I just thought that was maybe your personality, but what kind of game are you playing, actually?" Theo only stared at him wordlessly, his mouth opening and closing. Harry continued on, unfettered, his anger building, taking another step closer. "I mean, you barge into my office, claiming that you want to pair her up with Malfoy, and then you..." he swallowed. "... kiss her, as if this is some sort of sick plot to inspire confusion or... or jealousy... or something."