IV. Lies
"Know your place, Weasley. You're nothing special," Draco drawled.
He could not help himself. When she had come out of the Quidditch pitch, wearing her usual cheerful expression after her team had won, he had felt compelled to say something spiteful.
She glared at him, frowning. Without uttering a single word, she walked past him, her head held high.
He watched her in stunned silence as she disappeared from his view, her shiny hair cascading down her back.
He was lying and he hated her for believing his nasty words. He knew she was as special as you could get.