"I know." Draco's head snapped up, eyes latching onto Blaise. For one long, suspended moment, he was stunned, mind blank. She'd... told Blaise. Not him. The blankness was steadily replaced by a rising surge of dark, twisted jealousy. He tried to fight it, to battle it down, but couldn't quite manage it. He felt his face flushing, anger rising as he worked to keep the tension out of his jaw, his neck. Theo's eyes were darting back and forth between Draco and Blaise, Harry had tensed in his chair, leaning forward with hard eyes aimed at Draco. Weasley, as was his usual in these situations, sat back and watched.