*-Draco's POV-*
I zoned out for a second while looking at the fire, but I swear to Merlin I heard him.
It's just because he was looking at you, I thought, Merlin's Beard, what did he want?!?
"What's that thing he says?" Goyle spoke, breaking me from the voice.
"'Bloody Hell'" I replied, not really knowing what he said prior.
"Huh? I thought that was Weasley's thing." Crabbe stepped in.
"It is."
"He was talking about Potter." Pansy said and put a fist to her cheek, "Thinking of him are you?"
"What?! No!", the smug look on their faces easily told I was blushing. "I wasn't! I-"
WHAT?!?! "I" WHAT?!?!
"You~ like him?"
"No!"
"It's a solid answer. When was the last time he said the kid's name while smiling? Not like he was going to murder someone?" Pike had his arms crossed and his eyebrow raised.
"Well-" Pansy started
"Okay, I know the answer. How about the last time he said something good about him?"
"Uh..." Goyle was absolutely clueless.
"The last time he said something good to him?"
"Never" I answered for them. Myself being the only one to know that lie. In my defence, I don't say it - I write it. I looked back toward the fire, he said one last thing...
'I'm not in love with him'... then silence...
