You stood in flying class, a broom in your hand as you spoke to the Boy who Lived, exchanging laughs and stories with one another, having quite a nice time, but little did the two know, a seething Slytherin was watching from aside

A few feet away, Drac0 was with the Slytherins, gripping his broomstick tightly, almost to the point it would snap, Blaise and Pansy exchanging questioning looks.