April
As the day's warm, Draco looks at Potter and Lovegood holding hands as they walk from class to class, and he looks at them when they kiss in some hidden corner (not hidden from him, he's obsessed) or under one of the willow trees by the lake.
What the hell?
Lovegood isn't what she seems. He's seen her wandering by herself with cold, calm fury on her face. He's insulted her and gotten a tongue lashing that still stung him and rubbed his skin raw.
Draco looks and looks and looks and all he sees are two people remaining on the surface. All he hears is hard words dripping with acidic venom, and he fears that she may bite him and infect him with something.
He knows now, though. Oh, how he knows….
If you're going to scatter thorns, do not go barefoot.
