Please Be There If I Remember

Chapter Seven: Anger

After that, he had lunch and DADA with the Gryffindors which he was secretly really excited about as he got to see Green Eyes–by Merlin, his name is Harry Potter, Draco, get it right–in a natural space, and not because of strange coincidences. He also wanted to know why people seemed to hang on his every word and whispers about him seemed to follow him everywhere.

Maybe Draco would get a chance to ask him about it.

He spent the rest of History of Magic with his head on the desk contemplating what he could say to Green Eyes and how his friends would react if they knew what he was thinking about.

Once the painstakingly boring class had ended–Draco sincerely proud of himself for not bringing his head down to the desk and repeatedly banging it against it–he finally finished lunch and headed over to the defence classroom.

He had absolutely no idea what he would have done if Madam Pomfrey had not given him the map since all the hallways seemed to blur together into one long strip. Even the different paintings weren't enough to make him remember if that had been the way to the Slytherin dorms or to the big door that led outside to the greenhouses.

After making his way through a haze of students, Draco reared into the front of the defence classroom and peeked inside. Other students in his year were already filing into the room, taking up different seats beside each other. He could already see a clear line between the Gryffindor and Slytherin side and he was starting to get sick of having to deal with all this stupid house rivalry that Pansy couldn't even tell him why it existed.

Taking his seat on the left side—the one that may or may not have been filled to the brim with red robes, and ignoring the dark green side to the left—Draco sat down randomly in the midst of people and started to take his notes out from his bag.

The room had been quiet for all of six seconds—yes, Draco counted them—before whispers seemed to simultaneously burst through the room like they had all been silencioed and someone had just lifted the curse to allow them all to speak again.

"What the hell is Malfoy doing," someone quietly began behind him.

"Doesn't he know this is the Gryffindor side?" Another one started.

Hostility seemed to crinkle in the air around him and stares bored into the back of his head. Draco refused to look up until he felt an odd presence beside his shoulder.

A tight voice came from the shadow. "You're in my spot, Malfoy."

He looked up to see none other than Green Eyes staring down at him.

"Am I?" He asked innocently.

"Yes," the boy gritted out.

"Oh, I was not aware that there was a seating plan in this classroom."

Potter's lip moved uncontrollably on the side of his mouth and his hand twitched on the side of his legs like he was about to curse Draco into the wall in front of him.

Before he had the chance to say anything more, though, a loud, interruptive hm-hm came from the back of the classroom.

"I hope you two boys are being civil over there, Mr. Potter," a lady in bright pink stated, striding up to the desk at the front of the class with a gleam in her eye that made Draco hate her instantly.

By the look on Potter's face, he felt the same way.

"No, professor, we were just having a chat."

"Well then," she clapped her hands like she could turn off and on lights just by her standing there, "Chat time is over, and class has begun. Now, Mr. Potter, if you would take your seat beside Mr. Malfoy, so that I can begin."

Green Eyes looked at her like he was about to fight before glancing down with a grimace at his hand and plopping down beside Draco with a huff so loud the class cringed.

A person who had been sitting behind him, one with obnoxiously bright red hair, and a girl beside him with bushy brown, tapped Potter on the shoulder, being none too conspicuous about it.

"Harry, what the hell is Malfoy doing there," he whispered to him. Green Eyes glanced at him and Draco ignored the stare, trying to figure out what this pink lady's problem was before Potter turned back to him with a slightly panicked voice.

"I don't know. He's been acting so strange lately." Red Hair was about to respond when Draco interrupted. (He really needed to come up with more creative names than that.)

"You know I can hear you two whispering together like a bunch of squirrels right?"

They both stopped talking and looked at him with no guilt showing in their eyes.

"Ya? What are you going to do about it, Malfoy? Tell Umbridge? Right, of course you would. It's not like you don't trail behind her like a dog with your tongue sticking out waiting for her to pat you on the head," Harry Potter said with a roll of his eyes. Draco could feel his anger rising even though he had no idea what he even meant by that.

"For your information, Potter, I didn't even know who I was until yesterday. So if you would kindly refrain from insulting me when I don't remember the reasons why, I would gladly appreciate it."

So much for not telling anyone, especially Green Eyes, he thought with an internal eye roll at himself.

The boy looked at him disbelievingly. "What kind of game are you still trying to play? The act is over now, Malfoy. I know you're faking insolence. Yesterday you were just trying to trip me up, and now that I've gone all confused, you're trying it again. So stop acting like you don't know me and get out of my seat."

"No," Draco said stubbornly. "And for your information, I am not. Lying."

He spent the rest of the class with his eyes on the annoying pink lady and didn't even glance at Green Eyes once before he was striding out of the door and ignoring the calls from his friends to tell them what all that was about.