He told himself firmly: it had   not   been to spend further time in her company. It had been a short-sighted attempt to add new stones to his foundation. It had backfired spectacularly: now, whenever he encountered something interesting in Muggle London, he thought of Granger. Of the way her entire face had shone in the light of the movie theatre, open and warm. How bright her eyes had been in the arcade, the wicked delight of being among those garish machines, their clamouring noise. The joy of it all: competing against her in those low-stakes games.