"Who the fuck else?" he growled, as he glowered at her, the surprise flickering across her face barely registering. All he could think of at the moment was that Gryffindor with his hands on Anjali, his lips pressing against her own.

But that didn't infuriate him as much as the thought that she might respond. That she might like it.

"For all I know, Sharma, you wrote me just to keep me off balance. Hell, last time I saw you, you were in his arms in Honeyduke's," he accused, his grip finally dropping, his fingers raking through his hair. "And he's everything that you could be proud to have," he admitted with a slump of defeat to his shoulders.

He didn't give words to just how it was that Kabir was better than him. Just the mere thought of how the other stacked up to him hurt his pride.