You cross the room to Malfoid and she puts out one hand to stop you a foot away, because she wants to say something first.

MalfoidI have been in love with her since October and I have been jealous of you since Tuesday and neither of those is a small confession.

Behind you Mione has gone very still, and through the bowl you feel her being pleased, which is the last thing you expected.

MalfoidSay something. Do not be gracious about it either.