"Unbelievable. Should have listened to my father—"

"We have to go back." She spun to him. "Viktor was the person I needed to see tonight. The note—"

"You must have gotten your wires crossed, Granger. There was only one thing Krum was after." He paced the length of his room, tugging at his collar.

Her mouth opened and closed. They were wasting time. "He was there tonight to speak to me! He's with the Order!"

Draco halted to give a withering glare. "You think Viktor Krum is infiltrating the Death Eaters' fortress?"

Her brain whirred, starting to work. "He probably has help. Maybe Minister Grubov is in on it—"

"Radomir Grubov was one of the first Ministers to subjugate his government to the Great Order," Draco said flatly. "Don't be idiotic simply because your ex showed up."

She blinked at him, her mouth trying to form words. "My—my ex?" Anger began burning in her chest, clouding her thoughts. "Draco, if your jealousy just cost me the opportunity to communicate with the Order—"

"He's not with the Order," he snarled. "He's a Quidditch star looking for a good time on a Friday night."

"You weren't in the Burgundy Room." She breathed deep, trying to remain calm. "He was giving me signals."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Signals."

"Yes. Purposefully omitting details. Misremembering things—"

"One too many Bludgers to the head, Granger."

Her nostrils flared. "He said the last time he'd seen me was four years ago, but we spoke just last year at Bill and Fleur Weasley's wedding—"

"Bill and Fleur Weasley are enemies of the Great Order. Of course he wouldn't admit that he attended their wedding."

She clenched her fingers into fists as her emotions bubbled over. "You should have let me talk to him alone for just a few minutes—"

"Are you insane?" He crossed to her. "You wanted me to send you off to a private room with that mountain troll? Did you see the way he looked at you?"

"Viktor's not like that!"

He narrowed his eyes as he loomed over her. "No?"

"No! He's—he's very sweet and respectful. You don't know anything about him—"

"I know he used to follow you around like a hound."

"You're wrong!" Her magic was crackling now, and it took all of her willpower not to stomp her foot. "It was all very innocent. He mostly watched me study in the library!" Draco turned away from her with a mutter that sounded suspiciously like bloody sugar quills. "We did nothing more than kiss, and when we were together he never pushed me—"

He spun back around. "He wanted to fuck you then, and he wants to fuck you now. Hate to break it to you, Granger, but it's true."

Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"I know men." His expression was split between a leer and a snarl. "I know what it's like to see you in these dresses."

She folded her arms across her chest. "Quit being crude. Viktor isn't a Voldemort supporter, and I know it because I know him."