- Hey, little one -. It was Draco. - What do you want, Malfoy? - you asked. He was walking towards you, with a smile on his face and arched eyebrows. - I just wanted to tell you - he started - that I could forgive you for being a Gryffindor - he was right in front of you. You looked up at him. - But not for being friend of the Weasleys - he brought his face closer to yours. - I mean, you have to choose: me, or them - he said, cocky. You stared at him. - Well, then I suppose you'll have to get used to not seeing me very often - you told him simply. Then you walked away. Draco was still there, like petrified: he usually had no problems with girls... THE STORY TAKES PLACE DURING HARRY'S SECOND YEAR