"Don't get too friendly." He had said. At first I thought dad had been joking. But I soon saw that Malfoy was nothing but bad news. Albus thought he was alright, he found it quite funny that Malfoy was the only one who could so completely rile me up. I hated it. But I never hated him. I just disliked him greatly. And he disliked me greatly. We were competitors, in everything, no matter if it was Quidditch, Potions test or just a Charms essay. I almost always won. I gloated to him and he did the same when he won. We were rivals and everyone knew. Apparently everyone beside Professor McGonagall. Maybe she's just getting old.