He’s trying to seduce her, he has to be. He never looked at her like that, she thinks.... she remembers looking at him, from time to time, through the years, his hair mussed by the wind after Quidditch, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up during potions, the smirk he gave to Blaise or Theodore every time he won House points for Slytherin, how she sometimes longed to study with him in the library as she knew he would match her intellectually as no one could. Small desires she had neatly tucked away, pretended not to have in order not to be alone, not be called a traitor by Harry, Ron, and then the whole school.