Secrets
Chapter Three
"That quiz was murder," said Ron, falling in step with Harry as they walked down the hallway. "Snape planned on me getting the one with all the blank questions so I would miss them. I mean, come on!"
Harry nodded instinctively, but he must have been daydreaming, because the next moment he had run right into Draco Malfoy, who was (as ever) flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco backed away from him a few feet, wiping off his robes as if Harry was carrying some dreadful disease.
"Watch where you're going, Potter," he sneered. Ron reddened and put his fists up threateningly, but he felt like all of the blood drained out of him at Harry's next words.
"Hey baby, you're looking fine today." Harry smiled dreamily at Draco.
Draco and Ron both looked at Harry with identical expressions of disbelief. "Excuse me?" croaked Ron.
Draco had begun to slowly clench his fists at his sides. "Sorry to say, Potter, but the feelings are not mutual and never will be. First of all, I hate you. Second of all, do not call me baby. That's just wrong. And third, GET AWAY FROM ME!"
The walls around them shook slightly. Frightened first years at the end of the hall were peering around the corner to see what all the fuss was about. Draco's last words had made some kind of impact on Harry, for he snapped out of his dreamlike reverie and looked at all of the people around him. Ron was still in shock.
"What?" he said, confused.
"Don't give me that shit," said Draco, who was still livid. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Lovely to see you too, Malfoy. Now could someone tell me what is going on?"
"C'mon Harry," whispered Ron. "Let's get out of here."
Harry shot Malfoy a look of pure hatred, but then followed Ron down the marble staircase to the Great Hall for lunch. Harry forgot about the incident, but Ron didn't.