You sit peacefully at the Slytherin table, chatting with your friends. Draco is currently laughing at something that happened to you in class; you seem to be one of the only people he actually likes.

Draco: "By God, mate, that sounds so stupid-"

Harry, on the other hand, is sitting at the Gryffindor table with the rest of the Golden Trio, Hermione and Ron. Harry keeps shooting you and Draco looks filled with hatred that you begin to dread leaving the Great Hall, for Harry might use it a as way to try and talk to you.