"Were you mean to him ? Zabini, I swear-" Hermione pointed at him,  her stern voice ready to scold him like his mother did when he was just a child."He's hanging out with Pansy all morning, seemed to skip all classes so far." Blaise's tone hid something under it, like he knew something that Hermione had no clue about, yet like it was so obvious. And before Hermione could question it, they had to separate since the professor already came in and demanded attention from them. Draco though, while walking towards their seat, didn't miss how Potter tensed up again and how his breathing seemed uneven. He observed how Ron looked away, hiding his face form everyone and how his hands clenched. Draco smirked evilly. So they do remember their talk but not what they did ? They were already seated at their desk, Hermione getting ready and Draco only watched how Weasley, not so subtly, turned his head over his shoulder and stared at them, his eyes burned with anger but more important raw jealousy. Since Hermione and Draco were seated in the middle, far back into the classroom, Draco could see everything and everyone. He locked eyes with the redhead, a malicious expression on his face made Ron gulp but he would rather die than admit that Malfoy looked menacing and scary. Like Draco had all control and Ron was just another part of his game.