It was then Malfoy caught up. So the snowy owl Potter owned died. Another harmless soul dead in the hands of the war. Once again, it was the dynamics of their relationship that drew Draco in. He had never seen friends interact with each other like this. It seemed Potter, Weasley and Granger played this harmony together where they jumped to fill in each other’s thoughts, silences. They knew each other weaknesses and strengths and they fought to bring out the best in each other. It was almost fascinating to observe them. For the seven years he had seen them together, but he had never heard their conversations. Not like this anyways.