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"𝐖hat the hell do you want?" Ron snarled.
"Oh nothing really," Draco rolled his eyes, "just taking a little stroll. But I didn't expect to see a clown show take place today."
"The only clown here is you," Harry retorted. Draco's cheeks flushed a slight pink before his eyes trailed down towards the wooden material hidden beneath Harry's hands.
"And only a fool would carry around some stupid box. Whatcha got there Potter?" Malfoy made a grab for the letter container, but Harry swiftly, although frantically, shifted the box under his cloak. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me..."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione gulped. He couldn't possibly-
"Let's just get our butterbeers and leave," and light, airy voice spoke. Again, the girl from potions class caught Harry's attention. He looked at her properly, seeing her eyes glance at where the box was . The ethereal beauty he saw before definitely wasn't an illusion. The silkiness of her hair, the mysterious glint in her eyes, and her cherry lips...
"...Harry!"
"Huh?" Harry snapped out of his little fantasy. Draco scrunched his face.
"Don't you think I didn't noticing your little googly eyes towards Cass." Malfoy protectively wrapped his arms around the girl's shoulders. "C'mon Crabbe and Goyle, we're leaving before we get infected by Potter eyes." He guided them away from the table after giving one last look of disgust.
Ron scoffed. "As if we wanted you here in the first place."
"Guys," Hermione noticed, "since when was she in our class?"
"You mean the girl Draco's got soft on?" Ron took a sip of his butterbeer."
"No, I'm talking about Crabbe in a wig and dress." Hermione said with a straight face.
It was silent.
"I hate the fact that I pictured it in my head," Ron cringed. Harry shuddered.
"But it's strange isn't it? Her eyes were on the box the whole time."
"They were?" Harry questioned.
"Weren't you looking at her the whole time?" Ron blinked.
Harry bloomed pink.
"Oh my days." Ron's mouthed dropped. "You've taken a fancy to Malfoy's girl."
"No I have not!" Harry shouted defensively.
"Boys!" Hermione hushed. "Back on topic!"
Ron straightened up. "You were saying, O Great Merlin?"
"I am so close to locking you out of the tower."
"Please just continue." Harry sighed.
"As I was saying, don't you find it strange?" she pressed, "I mean, she's got to know a thing or two about the box with the way her eyes were planted on it."
"I doubt it," Ron denied. "Her liking Harry? I've got a better chance getting married than that happening."
