A few weeks into going out with Harry I noticed Ron was starting to turn cold shouldered toward Harry and me. Even when I walked into one of my lessons or walk down the corridor by myself or even when I walked into the Great Hall I would hear some of the boys (the Slytherin boys mainly) would wolf whistle at me, which got Harry mad. Of course, I would wave at them. I didn't mind. I knew I was pretty. Harry knew I was, too.

"Harry, what is it with you?" I asked one potions class on Monday morning.

Draco howled at me and I waved at him.

"Amber, I told you I didn't like Malfoy. You think it's all some kind of game, like I really... "

"Ugh! Harry, I know you really mean it!" I hissed at him as Snape passed us on his way to pick fun of Neville again like always. "But I can't help it if you got bit by the jealous bug a hundred times on your good for nothing butt!"

I didn't speak to him for the rest of the period.

(A/N: sorry this chapter was super short and not much happened it in. I couldn't think of what else to write. next chapter will be longer. promise. leave a review?)