Unable to help himself, Draco glanced to his right. They were rather closer than he preferred, given the circumstances, and he watched as Granger moved to grab a hold of Weasley’s hands. Draco almost laughed. The poor idiot didn’t know what he was in for—Granger was, as much as it pained Draco to acknowledge, infinitely out of Weasley’s league. Their relationship, such as it was, likely hadn’t exactly ended the way Weasley had envisioned (probably with a pop into the bloody Love Room). Still, it hadn’t stopped his fellow Auror from hanging about, however. Draco had found that whenever he got roped into helping Granger with one of her mad adventures, Weasley always managed to swing by "just to say hi’ every few minutes, at which point he’d shoot Draco an unwelcoming glare.