He looked at her and wondered what his best friend saw in her. Her hair had tamed since his first encounter with her and was now waves of auburny brown that washed down to the middle of her back. Her dark hazel eyes always had a look of authority and power, looking with interest, studying everything they fell upon. But like it says knowledge is power and he didn't know anyone her age who knew more than she did. Perhaps merely a select few even who were older. He tilted his head now studying her. He supposed she was pretty to say the least in an unobvious way, you had to really look at her, see her even to notice it. Maybe that was it maybe his friend didn't just look at her but he saw her for who she was. He choked back a laugh; even with the qualities she may behold to lowers oneself to be infatuated with someone of her type. He was so glad he knew better. Had better standards, knew what he was worth. More than her certainly. His smirk widened. He supposed everyone went through a stage of curiosity, even members of his class. He just hoped Blaise would snap out of it. And soon before he did something he would regret and before she thought she found snatch him up with her filthy fingers. Disgusting. Anyway his incessant talk about her was starting to really irritate him. Bad enough to be so obsessed with a girl, but her? No his mind could barely cope hearing her mentioned ever again. He's had thoughts of knocking Blaise way into next week; somewhere we won't be able to mention her again. He smirks again at the thought. His eyes burn into the back of her head as he imagines just how much entertainment he could have with her, screwing with her heart, playing with her emotions. He wonders if that's what Blaise actually intends to do. He sneers at her. As if on cue she turns round to face him, her dark knowledgeable hazel brown eyes lock with his accusingly, as if heard his thoughts.

"What are you staring at Malfoy."

He cocks his head to the side as he lets his eyes drift down her body and drag them back up to her eyes. He smiles, not his usual smirk.

"I was just thinking how beautiful you look today"

The realisation of what he says hits her like a ton of bricks and the shock is amusing. He notices then that for once she seems left speechless. How unusual.

"Cat caught your tongue, granger? I'll see you around" He smiles again before turning and walking away.

Perhaps if Blaise didn't to do it, he would.