Written for Riddle Me This Challenge.
Pansy rolled her eyes as she looked at Draco's pout. "I think you look very nice," she said.
"Weasley and Granger are wearing the exact same thing as me. I don't look nice, I look common."
She resisted the urge to slam Draco's face onto the table. "You wear the same uniform as everyone else, but I don't hear you complaining about that!"
Draco turned his head to glare at her. "That's different."
"How?"
"It just is. Now," he said, "I am forced to wonder if people are secretly wondering if Granger, Weasley, and I planned this. Pansy, I want to die."
"I'll do it," she heard Theo mutter, too low for Draco to hear. She brought no attention to the comment. Honestly, she was thinking the same thing.
"I don't know why you even dressed up like a Muggle doctor in the first place," she said, and Draco crossed his arms on the table and let his head fall into them.
"Don't question the things I do," he mumbled.
"All right," she sighed. I doubt you have any idea either.
She didn't notice the smirks Granger and Weasley shared as they watched Draco, nor the Galleon Potter slipped into both their hands.