"'The boy who lived'." Draco said with a mocking tone. "Well, he won't live for long!" Crabbe and Goyle laughed and Draco grinned in satisfaction. Draco sunk into the plush forest green of the Slytherin House's couch, biting into an apple. Background noises of the Slytherin's main corridor weren't enough to derail Draco's thoughts from his arch enemy. Same color as that damn Potter's eyes. He ruined everything. If that pathetic Dumbledore was gone why-my father...my father...
Malfoy's thoughts trailed off as he stared into the deep green fabric.
"C'mon Harry! We're going to be late!" Harry and Ron sped breathlessly through the halls, finally making it to the door that led to the dreaded potions class. "Go go!" The two boys tumbled through the door. A faint snicker was heard from the group in the front of the class- a group led by that blonde haired boy with icy eyes. Harry frowned at Draco quickly and took his seat near the front of the class.
"How nice of you to join the group, Potter, Weasley." Snape leered down at the two boys as Hermione sighed, her head in her hands. "Now, if you'd like to join us on page 394, we'll be starting a new potion. Malfoy, Potter, pair up." Harry mentally cringed as Snape's delight at ruling with an iron fist. The rest of the class paired up reluctantly. Ron and Hermione sat nearby, leaning over a book and arguing in whispers.
"Potter." Harry frowned.
"Malfoy." He shot back, both glaring at each other.
"Why were you late? Trying to save another mud-blood from certain doom?" Draco smirked. Don't punch him. Don't punch him. Don't punch him. He smiled at the remembrance- Hermione punching Draco right in his mug. "So it was a mud-blood then. You know, I think you and Hermione should- 'get together'." At this remark he slid his finger through a hole his other hand had made. Don't punch him don't punch him don't punch him...! Draco laughed and pulled out a bottle filled with something that seemed to glide around the middle of its container, almost as if it didn't touch the sides. His voice grew low and solemn.
"You know what this is, Potter?"
"No." Harry was rather interested but he wasn't willing to give him the satisfaction. Draco grinned and leaned across the table.
"You really want to know?" He twirled the silvery liquid around and around.
"Is that... truth serum? Why the hell are you carrying that around?" Once more Draco smirked.
"You'll see, Potter." The small vial was tucked into his robes just as Snape walked past.
"Working hard?" Snape questioned, staring at their empty table. Malfoy nodded but Harry remained silent. What's he up to?
It was in the Griffindor common room that Harry held his meeting with his two best friends.
"Truth serum? You sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure, Ron! I've seen it before."
"Yes but who do you think Draco Malfoy would use it on?" The question hung in mid-air while both boys stared at her.
"You're asking us?"
"You- the smart one?" At this Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's obvious isn't it?" Ron continued. "He's going to use it on Harry!"
"Me?"
"Yes you! I mean, c'mon who else is there?"
"Dumbledore. And um..." Harry frowned as Ron shot him an 'as if' look. "Well you got any better ideas?"
"Yes actually. I think Ron's right." Hermione jumped in. "I think he's after you, Harry." Harry's eyes danced from Ron to Hermione until he sighed.
"Fine. He's after me. Whatever. But what am I supposed to do about it?" Harry stood up and turned toward the dormitories.
"Just, watch it, ok Harry?"
"Right then. See ya later 'Mione. Ron."
Malfoy slunk through the corridors. It was so far past his bedtime that most of the paintings had resigned to sleep. His wand was lit yet held low, his eyes drifting across the hallway as he walked. Just you wait, Potter. Just you wait. He smiled and kneeled down in front of the Gryffindor common room where the portrait of the Fat Lady hung. He whispered something before flicking his wand down. The picture's frame rippled, as though made of water, and Malfoy stepped through. Moments later, the frame solidified and a small chuckle resounded throughout the hallway.