"You’re seeing each other? Yeah, I can see that you’re seeing rather a lot of each other. Oh god, I feel sick," Potter responded vehemently, and Draco’s lip curled. He looked up. He couldn’t let that slide – that casual degradation of everything they had shared. Draco wasn’t going to let Potter twist every good touch between him and Hermione into something dirty, and filthy. He had to remind Hermione of them, of what they had, of what she had only just been fucking telling him. Had to remind her that they were a thing damnit, and Draco wasn’t just going to sit idly by and let that go. Let that be misrepresented as some sordid fucking mistake.