It was a sight to behold and every student stood and watched with wonder. Well, everyone but him... and Malfoy, whose gaze held him unnervingly. It was a look so familiar yet so different. The hatred was there, but it was different. It made his skin crawl, wanting to scratch at it in frustration. He couldn’t quite understand why Malfoy was being so weird, giving information as well as giving him those hatred filled looks, perhaps he never will understand. Sighing, he just looked away and tried to focus on the war.