"Blaise is coming over," he said.   She must have failed to hide her response to that because he quirked his brows up in his customary mockery.   He didn't even need to articulate his thoughts:  if he had to put up with her friends, she had endure his.  She looked down into the coffee and sighed.   He and Harry had managed to interact civilly, and even Ron had mostly kept his rage about the whole thing to himself, at least in the flat.  On the way over he'd railed about how unfair it was that of all people in the world, she had to be bonded to Malfoy.  I bet he loves it, he'd said furiously. I bet it tickles him right in the dark fancy to have you under his thumb.