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Harry was pissed. Everyone was treating him like a bomb that would go off at any moment. The teachers, the students, even the damn food seemed to be giving him sympathetic and pitying looks.
Malfoy had barely even looked at him the past few days, let alone given him attitude or spoken at all.
He had hoped things would go back to normal but it seemed he was greatly mistaken.
"Harry...?" He looked up to meet Hermione's worried gaze. "Are you alright?"
"Fine." He snapped. She frowned.
"Its just that you've been glaring at your plate and you haven't eaten yet..."
"I said I'm fine, Hermione!" He practically yelled. The witch winced, scowling momentarily, a small frown replacing it quickly.
"Oi, don't yell at her! She's just worried, mate! ...We all are." Ron cut in.
"Harry, please eat."
"I'm not hungry. And stop worrying about me, I'm fine! How many times do I have to say it?! Yeah, so I had an incident on the train the other day. So what? I'm fine now!" Harry shouted. Everyone in the hall was looking at him, but he didn't care. He stood up, grabbing his bag.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"Class."
- -
Draco watched Harry leave. What had that been about, he wondered. The all mighty chosen one had just lost his cool and blown up at Weasley and the mud- Granger. And what had he meant by an incident on the train?
Malfoy grabbed his bag and left the great hall. He hadn't been hungry anyway, and this was more interesting. Screw staying low profile, this was going to be good.
"Hey Potter!"
Harry froze, not turning around. His hands became fists at his side.
"What, Malfoy?"
"What was all that? Can't stand going a day without attention, hmm?" Draco smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. "To think that you of all people 'saved' the world. Bet you get off on it, don't you, Potter? You turned on right now?"
As Malfoy spoke, Harry relaxed. This is what he wanted. Their usual banter. He'd missed it. Although something seemed off, Malfoy didn't seem to be putting his heart into it. Harry didn't really mind though.
"Actually..." He turned and stepped towards the blond, pressing against the other. "I am feeling a little hot and bothered." He smirked when Malfoy froze. "Want to help?" He whispered.
"Get off of me Potter..." Draco said, barely audible.
"What was that? I couldn't hear y- Malfoy?" Harry backed off quickly. "Are you alright?" Malfoy clenched his jaw for a second before the arrogant smirk returned.
"Of course Potter, I'm just not a pouf like you. I am a self respecting pure blood-"
"Traitor." A voice said from behind him.
- -
Draco knew that voice. That's what made the word hurt the most. He turned around and came face to face with Blaise Zabini.
"Blaise." He said quietly. Blaise glared.
"I've been seeing you around the castle, and I must say I'm shocked you even had the nerve to show your face. How's your dad?" He sneered. Draco swallowed hard.
"Shut up."
"Oh that's right. He's in prison. Bet he'd be real disappointed to see what you've become. You cry in your sleep you know. Pathetic. You call yourself a Slytherin? You're nothing more than a traitor."
"That's enough, Zabini."
"Whats this? Draco's got himself a boyfriend! Oh this is rich!"
Draco barely even had time to register what had been said before Harry had started punching Blaise.