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“Scribbling on a piece of parchment.”

Hermione gave him a look that showed she was not amused. Ron shrugged and returned to his breakfast. “Just tell me what you come up with so I can help this time.”

Harry managed to cut Blaise off in the hallway before the Medusa portrait.

“Get out of my way Potter.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now.”

“I don’t think Draco’s in the mood to deal with you right now.”

Blaise’s eyes took on an appraising look, like a cat eyeing a canary. “Well, well, it seems as if rumors are true for once, Potter. Don’t you think it’s strange that you’re using Draco’s first name so casually? I don’t recall you doing so in previous years.”

Harry refused to be baited. “I really don’t care what you recall or not. I think you must have a class to get to, Zabini. Why don’t you go there?”

Blaise’s eyes narrowed as he took a step closer to Harry. Harry didn’t move.

“I’ve got one thing to say to you, Potter. I’ve known Draco since I was four. You can’t say the same. I’m watching you Potter, and you’d better not hurt him. “Cause if you do, I’ll string you up before the Dark Lord faster than you could draw your wand.”

“Strange, and here I thought it was only Draco you’d betray to the Dark Lord. Guess I was wrong.”

Blaise’s face twisted in fury and his mouth opened to speak only to be cut off by a calm and icy voice.

“I think you should leave now, Blaise.”

Draco stood off to one side as if he’d been watching the scene unfold before him. Blaise’s mouth snapped shut with an audible click. He nodded once to Draco, glared at Harry, and walked back up the corridor.

“You didn’t have to do that. I could have taken care of him,” Draco said softly as Blaise rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.

“I’m a Gryffindor remember?” Harry grinned lopsidedly at the blond. “I do weird things like try to protect those I care about.”

Draco swirled his pumpkin juice in his right hand as he waited for Crabbe and Goyle to finish their narrative of how they’d beaten on some first year Hufflepuff that afternoon, nodding absently in their direction to show he was paying attention. His eyes scanned the room, meeting a few cautious looks that were sent his way. Blaise’s comment to Harry had been accurate after all. Talk had been spreading. Why would it not, after all?

He hid a smirk behind his goblet as he took a sip. They were much more subdued than the last time Harry’s “love life” had come to the front page of the paper. Of course, the fact that he was a boy probably made people less likely to believe it. It just sounded more far- fetched than what Skeeter had thrown at Harry before. Of course, the last time she’d been attacking Harry, he’d been helping. But he was surprised that he hadn’t received any Howlers…or angry letters if not Howlers. It just went to show how much power the Malfoy name really had.