Maldono walked back to Green Group's room. At the door (which didn't have a painting lady but a skull instead), he saw his father: Lucius Maldono.
"Father, you are such a good wizard!" Draco exclaimed.
"You too, my son. Have you been good in class?" Lucius asked.
"Yes. Do you know about a boy called Potter?" Draco asked his father.
"Yes. I know almost everything." Lucius responded.
"I like to see him cry." Draco said.
"I also like to see Potty Potter cry." Lucius replied.
"How do you know I call him Potty Potter?" Draco asked, confused.
"I know almost everything." Lucius said.
Draco and Lucius laughed about Harry crying. Lucius disappeared in a cloud of smoke and Draco went into the Green Group room. Inside the room, it was very different from the Red Group. They had huge beds, TVs and private bathrooms. It was like a luxury hotel. Maldono smirked as he walked inside and over to his double bed.
Maldono sat in bed and watched TV for a while. He liked TV. He liked to watch horror movies and pretend it was Harry who was being murdered. He wondered if Hermanonie liked horror movies and or the thought of Harry getting murdered. He did not know where such intense hatred came from, but it did make him feel good. There is no point in changing something that makes you feel whole and fulfilled, he liked to think.
He fell asleep in his luxurious double bed. There were still four more classes that day, but he was such a talented wizard that attendance was optional. Maldono was rich, talented, manly and five feet tall. At the age of 12 he was already better than most other wizards in every way. The only things he did not excel at were poverty and poor hygiene. Unlike Potter and Wizzly.