Chapter 5
All he felt were eyes. He constantly felt them, seeing as the rumors had not died down at all. He tried to squash them, he really had; but the threats to tell his father were still persistent, even though he had explained the situation to Snape countless times already. His friends were no better than the other students in his classes, either. Though they promised not to ask him, they constantly pressed him about the rumor, asking over and over, "Is it true? Is it true?"
[It was, but he wasn't gonna tell them that.]
One person who didn't bother him at all, however, was the man himself. The Boy Who Lived. It wasn't exactly disappointing, but Draco thought that he would at least make eye contact with him once. That's the reason why he had nothing to suspect.
It had happened on a Thursday.
The usual bright blue sky overhead was a pale gray. Sheets of rain had come down all week, but not as hard as that day. The lake in the distance was just close to overflowing, and the Forbidden Forest, where they were meant to have their Care of Magical Creatures lesson, was a sea of mud, flood, and brush. The sun must've been hidden away behind the mountains of clouds in every direction, and the actual mountains surrounding Hogwarts were barely visible.
Draco was sitting at the one of the windows in the first floor corridor, absentmindedly rubbing his left forearm. He stared at the dull scenery in front of him when he felt someone watching him again. He turned around to see a lock of red hair whipping around the corner.
He immediately gave chase, running after the Weasley girl. He didn't know what she wanted, but she was watching him when she had no business doing so. They skidded around corners and leapt up staircases until they reached the Gryffindor common room. Before he could get to her, she had yelled the password and dove into the room. The painting slammed behind her.
"Password?" The fat lady asked.
Draco shook his head, then leaned on the wall to catch his breath. His chest heaved, his heart racing. Why the blood hell was she watching him? What did she, a Weasley, have to do with him, a Malfoy? What didn't occur to him was that Potter put her up to it.