"So, I heard about your little 'situation' with Weasel," he smirked, tilting his head to the side in a cocky manor.
I glared at him, "Come to gloat, Malfoy?" I kept walking, "Because if so, you'd better turn you arse around now while you have the chance you-"
A hand gripped my wrist and I spun to face him.
My breath caught in my throat as I realized how close we were, our chests almost touching.
He was aware, dropping his voice to a husky whisper, "I think we can help each other out."
I snapped out of the trance, pulling my hand free and stepping back before I could do anything I'd regret, "Why the bloody hell would I help you?"
He shrugged, leaning against the wall, "Redemption."
I laughed, "Pardon?"
"I want Astoria back, you want Weasel back - for some unknown reason. They'll come crawling back on their hands and knees. Simple, really."
"Are you proposing we fake date?" I asked, incredulously.
He smirked, "Oh Granger, that's exactly what I am proposing."