"Didn’t you have a thing for her back in the day?" Pansy nudged her shoulder into his arm. Draco ignored her, setting his jaw. She leaned over the table closer to Blaise and Theo. "Daph said—" Their conversation devolved into background noise, his attention rapt on his mate. The barmaid floated over what appeared to be a mug of butterbeer and a water to their table. 