"Blasted Potter. He thinks he's the golden boy doesn't he?" Draco spat, his hands clenching into fists on one of those armchairs in the relatively silent common room. This isn't the first time he had a mishap with Harry, infact, it wouldn't probably ever be the last. And it seems unfortunately, you will be where the direction of his rant will be heading.

"Thinks he can save the wizarding world? Boy grew up in a cupboard, you would think by now he would have learnt to sod off.." His words were laced with the familiar venom that they always are when anything about the chosen one was put upon his tongue. Or the golden trio. You think he's insecure, but ofcourse, you wouldn't tell him that, not if you want to get hexed, but he wouldn't really do that to you.