Draco Malfoy had this niggling little feeling, almost like spider's feet on the back of his neck. It was an almost recognition, a thing that he shouldn't be forgetting about, but somehow was. It was a fuzzy little feeling, and he had the sense that if he pulled on it, thought about it, hard enough, that he'd be able to pull it into full focus and, crystal clear, it would actually tell him what it was all about.
And, somehow, this feeling had something to do with Potions - an otherwise unremarkable class, filled with the same people it had been filled with since the beginning of the year, and they'd all been the expected people (Weasel and Potty of course skating in on fame alone). He was sure it wasn't Slughorn raising his hackles like this.
It was almost like dejavu...
Absentmindedly, Draco Malfoy stood, looking down at his plate just long enough to see that he'd neatly hacked his trifle to bits, leaving it completely uneaten. Sloppy that. Someone would notice.
Draco's eyes rose unbidden to the Gryffindor table, and, as usual, he saw those bright green eyes looking back. Bloody stalker, Draco thought crossly...
"Malfoy looks worried, doesn't he?" Harry asked Hermione, who silently cursed her friend's obsession.
"I guess," Hermione said, "I wasn't looking."
"He completely demolished that trifle..." Harry said, sounding almost wistful.
"What, did you want it? Figure the ones on the Slytherin table come frosted with pride?" Hermione said, her teeth flashing at the wit.
Harry chuckled. "No, see, he didn't eat it at all,"
Hermione looked up sharply at that, swayed from her own meal by the oddity. "That is odd..." Truth be told, she often wished that Harry would inflict his conspiracy theories on Ronald. But, ever since Ronald had chosen to lock himself permanently at the lips with Lavender Brown, Harry nearly always turned to Hermione for conversation. Wistfully, she thought back to the times when she'd been jealous of Ron taking up Harry's time.
Maybe she should just say something to Lavender about Ron.
[a/n: Harry's sometimes a bit one note. And paranoid.
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