By the time Friday came, she knew she would not be going to the bar with Theo. There was a fifty percent chance that Malfoy would be there, which would result in a one hundred percent chance that she would make decisions she would regret. She still wasn’t sure if he was flirting with her in an attempt to embarrass her, or if he was, by some freak chance, actually interested. Her brain was pushing her to figure it out and she had run out of excuses not to the day before. 