They all sat around their table, each of them immersed in creating intricate paper art. Draco, not one to keep his opinions to himself, complained loudly about Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
"I have no idea why everyone is so obsessed with him," he muttered, unfolding a long piece of paper into triangles. "He's not even that great of a wizard."
"I think you're just jealous," Muichiro countered, folding the paper into a flower. "He's famous, he's successful, he saved your school.. What do you have?"
Draco made a face. "I have my family's wealth, my pureblood status, and a nice place to live. And I don't have to worry about wizards trying to kill me every day. Besides, he's only famous for not dying when he was a baby.. I didn't die when I was a baby either, but no one cares about that!"
"Maybe they just wish that you did?" Muichiro inquired, causing Draco to scowl at him.
"You've got a point though," Cross agreed, folding the paper into a complicated unicorn shape. "But it sounds to me like Harry has something you don't have, Draco."
Draco frowned. "What's that?"
"Good friends," Cross said, setting the unicorn down on the table. "He's got some people who care about him for who he is, and not his fame, or last name, or wealth. Good friends are hard to find, and you don't seem to have any of them. All your friends care about is blood status, and if someone is rich or not."
"Hmpf." Draco grumbled as he folded the paper into a complex shape. "I don't need any other friends, I like mine.."
Muichiro chimed in again, as he folded the paper into a butterfly. "Do you ever get tired of complaining about Harry, Draco? He's all you ever talk about.."Draco mumbled something under his breath, his ego not really ready to admit that he might be annoying right now.
