You walked up to Draco, Pansy and Blaise with a granola bar in your hand. You sat down on the last step and crossed your legs and opened it. Draco not knowing about your raging mommy/daddy issues, turns to you and asks. “Are you going to eat that?”

“Yes.” You hissed at him, thinking he was going to steal it.

“Good girl.” He told you, then turning away from you. Your face flushed, you turned your head, then moved to face away from everyone.