Dracos POV

There they are again, in the back of the potions class, giggling. They make my insides burn. I hate them. The freaking golden trio. Always acting like they are better than the rest of us. And really its only Potter who everyone thinks is. Everyone but me. I mean, the idiot can't even brew a decent potion. But the other two, who the hell are they? His stooges. They have no reason whatsoever to think that they are better than the rest of us.

Ok, so Granger isn't that bad. If it weren't for the sake of keeping up appearances, I might even have ended up her friend. But the red headed Weasel? Never. I can't even see red hair without the hatred welling up. And its weird because I really don't hate the rest, in fact the matching set are rather funny.

Its strange because before Weasel, I didn't know what hate was. Not until Potter rejected my offer of friendship in our- Oh bloody hell! Severus make him stop that incessant giggling. OK this has gone on long enough.

" Weasel, is it true that you have to share the bath as a sleeping quarters with your sister because your house is so small?" I smirked my patented Malfoy smirk.

"Shut up Ferret, or I'll hex you into next month." Ah perfect he raised his wand to me,Severus will have seen that. Or not. Fine I'll egg on Potter.

" So, Potter. Seen any Dementors lately? Or have you been to busy crying over your dead parents in broom closets?"

"Shut up Malfoy" Huh, he didn't even look up. Is he feeling well? I mean I barley even heard that. Come to think of it his efforts have been lacking lately. All well, class is over anyway. Ugh just look at them Weasel practicaly falling all over him self to- hey whoa why is he touching Harry?

Did I just feel...JEALOUS!? Of what? There is nothing there that I want, nothing at all. Nope nada.

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Harry's POV

I hate potions, Ron's laughing I better laugh too so he thinks I'm listening to him. It's not like I don't care what he has to say, I just have a lot on my mind right now. Like how once again Dra-Malfoy is staring at us. Well more of giving the evil eye. Actually, it's only Ron he is giving the eye. What did Ron do now? Did he insult him when I wasn't listening? No Hermione would have said something.

"Why is Ferret looking at us? Or rather me? Do you reckon he's a poof?" Oh god Ron why must you always think that. Yes you hate gay people, yes you hate Malfoy. Why do you insist on trying to put the two of them together?

" Even if he is, he wouldn't be interested in an arse like you." My Hermione is in rare form today. I actually chuckled. Oh god Malfoy is stepping closer. My heart rate just sped up! I am NOT afraid of Malfoy.

" Weasel, is it true that you have to share the bath as a sleeping quarters with your sister because your house is so small?" He smirked that predictable smirk. Huh, not up to his usual standered.

"Shut up Ferret, or I'll hex you into next month." But he still got a rise out of Ron. Damn it Ron is going to get Snape over here if he doesn't put his wand down.

" So, Potter. Seen any Dementors lately? Or have you been to busy crying over your dead parents in broom closets?" Figures he would round on me.

"Shut up Malfoy" His look of confusion was priceless. The truth is, I don't really want to fight with him anymore. What's the point? Finally it's over. Ron practically falls over himself to give me comfort I don't need. And I manage to catch a glimpse of something new in Malfoys face.

Was that just Jealousy? Of what?