"Er...I’ve, ah, never actually thought about her that way. She’s just...Hermione. My best friend. I just haven’t...you know?" Potter fumbled the words out, fidgeting in his chair, and Krum hummed under his breath, as if debating whether he should speak or not. Silence fell and Draco blew out a relieved breath. If he had to listen to Krum wax poetic about how much he liked Hermione, he might have had to murder him.