Leo, on the other hand, wasn't having anywhere near as much fun. In fact, he was bored to death with only Draco to talk to. He also didn't much appreciate the topic of conversation.

"You know, I never really noticed before, but Marisa's actually quite pretty."

"When she wants to be. I'm pretty sure she was trying to manipulate you into liking her."

"She's pretty good at manipulation, if that's the case."

"You bet she is," he muttered. "But don't trust her. Ever. No matter how sweetly she smiles. I've lost count of the number of times she's hexed me in the back."

"Why do you still hang out with her, then?"

"Because I am more than capable of giving as good as I get. And because driving her insane is more fun than driving you insane. If harder."

"Are you mad?"

"Probably." Leo sat down and began to write.

"Homework already?"

"Has to be done some time, doesn't it?" asked Leo, shrugging.

"Not on the second day of the holidays," Draco replied.

Leo rolled his eyes. "Why, do you have anything better to do?"

"Yeah, obviously. Practicing Quidditch, owling friends, talking to you…"

"You think talking to me is better than doing homework?" asked Leo. "Because I don't particularly."