"Missing me already are we?" Harry asked as he walked through the open carriage door, obviously having heard my words. "Only about as much as I miss having the chicken pox," I said playfully as he rolled his eyes and sat down beside me. "You don't need to lie to me," he said casually as he draped an arm over my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. I scoffed.

I narrowed my eyes at him again. "So why did you do it?" I asked in confusion. There was no other emotion in my voice. More than anything else Blaise Zabini had the ability to confuse me. He always seemed to defy the expectations that I had come to associate with Slytherins.

"It's alright Draco," I said softly, pushing his hand away from my wrist. "I'll just make sure that you don't need to concern yourself with this mudblood anymore." I walked away from him, wanting more than anything for him to call out my name, to say something, anything. I wanted him to stop me. But he didn't. After all, he was a Malfoy.