The Hidden Room (Draco POV)
I put on my best smirk as I step into the Potions classroom, my last class of the day. After all, we have it with the Gryffindors, which means Harry's in here. But he doesn't glance at me a bit even when I do my sway/walk in.
"He's still in denial," I mutter to Crabbe and Goyle as I sit down.
"Yeah bro, don't know what he's doing, you're so much better than that Diggory guy," Crabbe murmurs as Professor Snape starts the lesson. He's bullying that fool Longbottom as usual. Me and the other Slytherins laugh.
Harry glares at Snape as he criticizes Neville's potion, with is blue with with specks instead of orange with green stripes.
"Idiot, he is," I say too Goyle. "Harry's too good to share a dorm with that guy."
"Yeah," Goyle agrees.
Snape is now bullying Harry. That's at the only thing I don't like about Snape. He doesn't like Harry.
"May I ask why your Potion is dirt black like your hair, Potter? Been trying to get loose hairs out of your head? Want to impress Diggory later, I should imagine," he growls at Harry. I laugh along with the others, as I don't want anyone to know that I like Harry. Class ends quick. Harry leaves alone, instead of with Weasel and the Mudblood like usual. I ditch Crabbe and Goyle and follow Harry.
Harry goes to a corridor with some weird portrait in it, but it's mostly plain wall. I hide behind a vase. Harry paces around the corridor, and suddenly a door appears. I keep myself from gasping and close my eyes and open them again. The door is still there, and I see Harry going inside of it. I crane my neck a bit and see Diggory inside there. I inch my way to the wall beside the doors. The are not fully shut.I peek a bit inside and see Harry grinning at Cedric.
"How was your day?" Cedric asks Harry.
"Fine. Malfoy was badgering me a bit, though."
That's Harry's way of saying, "I like Malfoy, so get out of here, I want Malfoy."
"Huh. That blonde's annoying," Cedric replies.
They sit in silence for a while. Then Harry puts his lips to Cedric's, and suddenly they're making out. I can't peel my eyes away. They're kissing hungrily, like there's nothing better... Cedric puts his hands on Harry's back, lovingly...
I turn away and run down the corridor, away from the wretched couple.
"Harry is mine," I whisper. "Mine, mine, mine."
The next day, as I walk into the Great Hall, I see Cedric Useless Diggory sitting with Harry. I quickly walk over to the Slytherin table, grab a sandwich, and leave to go eat in my dormitory. Crabbe and Goyle follow me.
"Something wrong?" Crabbe asks tensely.
"I saw Harry making out with stupid Cedric bloody Diggory. Why doesn't Harry realize I'm the man for him?"
"I don't know, Draco, but that guy's gonna come to his senses one day. He has to," Goyle says.
"And if he doesn't, maybe you should just find someone else," murmurs Crabbe.
I turn furiously toward him. "Of course not. I will get Harry, and no one else.
He holds his hands up in surrender. "Fine. But I'm just saying, if he's a bit too stubborn or stupid, you should just get over him. After all, who ever heard of a proud pure-blood marrying a poor half-blood? What will your father think about you then?"
I glare up at him. "We do not talk about my stupid dad in here."
"Fine," Goyle says, defending Crabbe. "Let's go, we're gonna be late for DADA."
"Who cares about that subject anyway?" I ask. "The Dark Lord's never gonna come back, and those Death Eaters have been nothing but talk for the past year. Plus, that Lupin is weird. And poor. Dumbledore picks the worst professors sometimes."
"Yeah," a girl's voice says from behind us. It's Pansy Parkinson. "Remember Lockhart last year?"
Crabbe groans. "How could I not?"
"All he talked about was how great he was," I agree.
"He was possible the worst teacher Dumbledore ever hired, don't you think?" says Pansy. "Oh, and Draco, how's it going with Potter?"
"He's too caught up with Diggory to like me," I say as we step onto the corridor leading to the DADA classroom. "And I think Diggory's kinda a bit too much for Harry. Apparently he wants to—to have, er, sex with Harry." I mumble the last few words.
"Harry's way too young for that!" Pansy shrieks.
"Yeah, but not like real sex, just blowjobs and touching and stuff," Goyle says.
"How d'you know that?" I hiss, suspecting something else is going on from his eyes-looking-straight-at-the-floor thing.
"Uh..." He clears his throat. "I kind of heard Diggory already talking to Potter about it."
"WHAT?!" I half yell. "Dude, Harry can't be touched by Diggory before I touch him! Harry belong to me!"
"I know, chill! But you're the Slytherin Prince, so you think of a way to delay them!" Pansy says. "Using your brain more than force this time. You have a bright noggin, and you never put use to it!"
"Okay," I say, rather flattered. We head into the classroom.
As Lupin talks about Grindylows and blah blah blah, I hatch a rather brilliant plan to stop Cedric from touching Harry before me. Because Harry is mine.