Jealousy? Of course not. The very thought of being jealous of that imbecilic blood traitor, Weasley and his stupid chicken was absurd. Feeling unnerved at his sudden sentimentality, Draco hurriedly left the Slytherin table to take his anger out on the source that roused it.
""Well, well, well. The best lover Weasel-Bee can get is a piece of chicken. Did you get your love of food from your porky mother? She has more excess weight than money, though that's not saying much." he drawled carelessly.
Hermione's brown eyes blazed with anger as she retorted, "You can talk! I heard that even Pansy didn't think you were good enough. I have to say, I agree. I can tell you on good authority that these looks that the whole school is giving you right now," She gestured to the hundreds of faces that were turned towards them, "Including your precious Slytherins, are certainly not looks of admiration. You're just jealous because no one will ever love you the way Ron loves...well...Chicken"
"Exactly. Shove off, Malfoy. No one wants your stupid ferret face here." Harry smirked as his theory that Draco still wasn't over Mad-Eye Moody turning him into a ferret was confirmed by his face suddenly draining of colour.
Draco, unable to think of a comeback, sneered at the Gryffindors and swaggered off to the dungeons. Fred and George watched him go, a calculating expression reflected on both of their faces.
"That git needs to be taught a lesson. Right, Freddie?" George murmured softly, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Right, George." His twin grinned.
Ron, however, seemed unconcerned about what Draco had said. It was unlikely that he was concerned about anything other than his precious chicken which he was stroking lovingly to the incredulous stares of the people surrounding him.
The next day was Valentine's Day. Draco awoke to find a note with his name scrawled neatly on it. He had never cared much for this particular holiday as he preferred to express hate rather than love; making Halloween much more to his taste. So it was with no little amount of apprehension that he ripped open the envelope and examined the contents of the letter:
"My dearest Draco,
I have loved you ever since I set eyes on you. I scarcely dare to believe that you would love me back but please meet me at the lake tonight so I can tell you properly how much you mean to me.
Lots of love,
Your secret admirer."
It was signed with a dozen kisses and Draco could smell the scent of cheap perfume coming from it. He suddenly jumped up from his bed and grinned.
"Look out, world, Draco Malfoy is back." He thought smugly to himself. He couldn't wait to see that superior look wiped off Pansy's pug face.
A/N: Did you enjoy this chapter? What do you think Fred and George are up to? Please review! The next chapter will be up ASAP, just struggling with writer's block right now xo