Ignorance Is Bliss

“You’re going to have to share, I’m afraid, until Matilda down the hall retires next month.”

“A month?” Hermione rounded on him, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. Harry backed away, knowing her ire all too well.

“Potter, if you think I’m going to share my office with the biggest swot this side of—”

“Your office?” Hermione scoffed, turning her wrath on Malfoy and pressing a finger to his chest. “Funny you should say that, considering it’s mine.”

Harry was already backing away, hoping they would at least silence the door before they destroyed the room. He never understood their squabbles, even more so how they seemed to forget anyone else was in the room once one of their familiar rows had started.

Or: the boy who did not notice.