Invisible

Draco Malfoy

Those malicious pale blue eyes always drove Harry wild. That malevolent smirk made Harry’s insides churn. He longed for the moment when he could wipe it off of Malfoy’s smug face. Draco Malfoy was Harry Potter’s arch-nemesis, for lack of a better term, and currently sat sneering at him from across the Potions’ classroom. Professor Severus Snape was also currently berating Harry and Ron for their attempt at creating a potion of swiftness. It seemed as though no matter what Harry did, Snape always picked him as a target for his unnecessary bullying. Snape held a grudge against Harry for something that occurred years ago involving his father, and showed his disdain whenever he had the chance. He grinned, but resembled an ugly oversized mutt. After class, Ron stood by Harry as they traveled down the corridor and he was fuming. “Did you hear what he said”, Ron hissed through clenched teeth. Harry didn’t reply, instead he stared straight ahead toward the blond boy approaching.

 

“Oh, Potter, are you alright”, Malfoy mocked, smiling in false concern. Ron’s eyes narrowed slowly and he mumbled something under his breath. Harry’s eyes never left Malfoy, but he inhaled hearing Ron. Draco must have heard him as well because he whirled on the ginger.

 

“What did you say, Weasley”, he snapped harshly. Ron tilted his head up and was about to repeat what he said when Harry’s elbow met his gut. He grunted and doubled over, clutching at his stomach.

 

“Why don’t you turn tail and leave, Malfoy”, Harry answered shortly. Malfoy eyed him, considered him for a moment, and then his lips spread in a nasty grin.

 

“Oh, is wee little Potter afraid?”

 

“No. I just don’t want to deal with you. Leave.” Malfoy seemed to gulp back what he was going to say, in anger rather than fear. He spun around, his robes swishing around his heels, and beckoned Crabbe and Goyle. Storming off, he didn’t look over his shoulder at Harry.

 

“What was that for”, Ron whimpered now, standing upright and grunting.

 

“You were going to start a fight”, Harry said. Ron looked astounded.

 

“Oh, you’re sounding like Hermione”, he groaned in annoyance, still gingerly holding his stomach with one arm. “Oh, whatever, let’s just get to Charms, shall we?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

As they walked toward the classroom, located on the third floor, they whispered quietly to each other about nothing in particular. They assumed that Hermione had beaten them to the class, and she had. Harry peered into the class to see Hermione waving toward them.

 

“There’s Hermione”, Ron muttered, but Harry couldn’t help smiling as he headed toward the seats she had saved for them.

 

“Where were you”, she practically hissed as they approached.

 

“Malfoy”, Ron and Harry said at almost the exactly same time. She looked a bit startled and quickly composed herself.

 

“Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it? You could have been late!” Harry caught Ron rolling his eyes and seated himself.

 

“Yeah, Hermione.”

 

“I’m serious, Harry!” Harry eyed her from the corner of his eye. He adjusted how he sat.

 

“We didn’t start any fights, okay”, Ron said, rather sheepishly.

 

“You could have”, Hermione retorted and Harry shrugged his shoulders.

 

“I won’t start a fight.”

 

That was enough to keep Hermione at bay.