Theo was not sober enough for this conversation. He had known, they had all known, that something had been going on between Blaise and Granger. His attention to her, the way he spoke of and to her, the way he looked at her fairly screamed of his attachment to her. No matter how often he deflected their carefully worded (or, in the case of Pansy, the very direct) questions, everyone knew how he felt about her, at least partially. What had been unclear since Granger had woken up was how she felt about him. She was comfortable around him in a way that she was not with the rest, much to Harry and Ron's mutual dismay. Though, for Theo's part, he understood. From what Blaise had said and Granger had intimated, he was the one thing she had for the last two years that was not intrinsically linked to the Domina. He was, perhaps to her, safe. But she had not reciprocated his long, lingering looks or the casual touches he seemed unable to stop himself from making. She had not spoken to him any differently than the rest of them, at least not that Theo heard.