The Insanity of Draco Malfoy

Oh. My. God.

Something´s happened.

Something very bad.

Oh. My. God.

He knows. That bloody blond-haired, Irish, Gryffindor. He freakin knows!

Oh. My. God.

He´s gonna say something! He´s gonna tell Potter. He´s gonna tell him that I´m in love with him!

But I´m not! Honest. This is just some dodgy confused thought of mine making me think I´m in love with bloody Harry Potter.

I don´t even know how it happened. It was during Care of Magical Creatures, and we were meant to be feeding some ugly bird things. Potter and the other two were talking to that giant freak Hagrid over by his hut and I was conspicuously watching them. Well, I thought I was being conspicuous, but that fool Seamus Finnigan who was trying to stuff worms down the throat of the bird next to mine kept sniggering.

"Will you shut up?!" I cried after he´d sniggered for the millionth time.

"I just think it´s funny!" he said, before trying to hold back a laugh.

"What´s funny?!"

"You," Finnigan grinned, "checking out Harry."

"WHAT?!" I practically yelled. "I was not checking out Potter."

The Irish prat nodded. "Yeah you were!"

"I wasn´t!"

"Were."

"Wasn´t!"

"Were."

It carried on like a freakin pantomime for a few minutes until he said, "Well if you weren´t checking out Harry, then you were checking out one of the other three."

I pulled a face. Checking out Hagrid, Weasel or Mudblood was just too terrible to contemplate.

Finnigan carried on, "So I´m guessing you were checking out Hagrid, cause well, I doubt even Zabini would do that. And unless you´ve suddenly taking a liking to the Weasleys, I doubt you´re after Ron. So, that means you´re after -"

Oh God. Don´t say it.

"Hermione."

Shudder. I didn´t know what to say, either way it wasn´t gonna work out very well. So I kept silent.

"You fancy Hermione!" Finnigan cried, doubling over with laughter.

I went about muttering, busying myself with the birds. I was suddenly aware of all the eyes in the pen looking right at me. I didn´t even dare look up to see if Potter and his Scooby Gang were paying attention. Not that it mattered, coz I had Finnigan shouting over to her anyway.

"Hey! Hermione!" he yelled so she looked over. "Malfoy fan-"

I cut him off with a quick diversion - a punch to the face. Hagrid lumbered over like the big oaf he is as we wrestled about on the floor and pulled me off of him. I had a strange feeling that Finnigan was actually enjoying it.

"Wha you doin fightin?" Hagrid boomed. "You can both have detention with me later."

Great, another hour with those two fools.

So I went down to detention like a good little evil boy and found that Finnigan and Hagrid were already waiting for me. Hagrid instructed us to clean out the bird´s pen without magic before he plodded away back to his shack, taking our wands with him.

Finnigan was grinning away like an idiot as he scrubbed away at one of the perch things, singing the words, "Hermioneee Grangerrr" under his breath.

I rolled my eyes. "I don´t fancy that Mudblood."

"So then you´re admitting to checking out Harry then?" Finnigan´s eyes gleamed.

"No!" I threw down my cloth. "I´m not admitting to checking out anyone, coz it was all in your strange little warped world!"

Finnigan nodded. "Riiight."

Silence. Then, he looked at me, cocking his head. "I dunno why you´re so bothered about it all, it´s not like everyone else doesn´t check out Harry every other minute of the day anyway."

"Finnigan, you might find that the aspects of Potter are up to your standards, but they´re definitely not up to mine."

Finnigan scoffed, "Whatever flies your Golden Snitch."

We cleaned the rest of it up in silence, me edging away from him to the other side of the pen so I wouldn´t have to put up with his Potter rambles. I had him on my brain enough without Seamus Finnigan adding anymore thoughts up there.

"Right," I said, standing up after I´d finished my side, "I´m going to get my wand back from that idiot."

"Hey, Malfoy," Finnigan said as I started to walk away, "don´t worry. I won´t tell Harry. It´d scare him even more if he found out you were trailing him as well." He grinned and I wanted to hit him.

I sighed, rolling my eyes and storming away to Hagrid´s house. Not that you could actually call it a house. I would´ve thought that seeing as Dumbledore likes the giant so much; he would´ve at least let him sleep in the dungeons or something. I suppose Snape wouldn´t have liked that too much though.

Hagrid´s shack was empty, the door wide open, so I found my wand on top of the table with Finnigan´s. I thought about throwing his out the window or something more destructive, but I could hear him coming to get his own wand, so I hurried back to the castle before he could say something else about Potter.

I know he´s going to tell him. He´s one of Potter´s best friends for Merlin´s sake. And he´s a bloody Gryffindor, the whole `loyal, brave, blah, blah, blah´ thing. I mean, it´s Seamus Finnigan. Everyone knows his business and he knows everyone elses. Apart from mine, well, until now that is. I don´t need a stupid Gryffindor sticking his nose in my business, especially if it´s Seamus Finnigan. That´s worse then letting Blaise know, or those two gigglers in Gryffindor, Brown and Patil. God forbid what would happen if Finnigan told them.