Draco leaned lazily against the doorframe, surveying the scene before him. Astoria- who was supposed to be his- all but pressed up against Nott, kissing him like she'd never kissed Draco and swearing that she was his, Nott's, had always been.
"This is interesting," he said, stepping into the room and raising his eyebrows at them, hands in his trouser pockets. "Want to tell me why you're kissing my fiancee, Nott?"