Draco II
“Hey, Draco?” Blaise says. You’re in double potions with the Gryffindors. “Is that Harry Potter?”
You nod, focusing very intently on your cauldron. You weren’t surprised that Potter rejected you, considering how you were acting, but it still hurts. It still really fucking hurts.
“Hey,” Blaise says. They’re your partner, so you can’t just avoid them by moving. “I can tell you have a giant thing for him.”
“He’s a Gryffindor, Blaise,” you say, and they laugh. “So?”
Granger is staring at the two of you, frowning. You glare at her back. You’re not so much upset that she’s a muggleborn (which honestly doesn’t matter at all, to you, because you want absolutely zero to do with your parents ideologies) and more upset that she keeps doing better than you, even though she never seems to try at anything.
“Hey, Draco, we need to add the monkshood, now,” Blaise says, snapping you out of whatever you’d been thinking about. “Come on, Professor Snape favors us but not by that much.”
You go back to your cauldron. Stupid Potter and his stupid Gryffindor friends.