"I don’t believe you." she said waspishly. But relaxed her hands and tried to think about every interaction within this context. She remembered her mom telling her boys tended to be one of two ways when they liked a girl. Outright mean, or extremely shy. Her mum had been ecstatic when in grade school a boy bullied her, but he had just been a bully. Now she was scowling as Draco held her, an arm pulling her closer.