"You have no idea. Just watching the two of them move earlier made me think of Scarhead. I'd recognize Scarhead even if he turned to ashes!"
Cassandra was rather stunned.
She even wanted to ask, Don't tell me you like Harry Potter? Huh?
No wonder this guy seemed pretty good to the idiot. If he liked Harry Potter, then being nice to Harry Potter's younger brother seemed perfectly normal, didn't it?
And this guy also liked picking fights with Harry Potter? No way, no way?
Did the Malfoy heir have that sort of fetish?
"I don't!"
Malfoy said through gritted teeth.
"I pick on Scarhead because I can't stand him. I'm nice to little Potter because... because... Hmph, what business is it of yours?"
That sounded even more ambiguous. If he had the guts, why didn't he explain why he was being nice to the idiot for no reason?
Or did this guy like the idiot? Cassandra's face filled with vigilance.
"Hmph. I swear, if I have any extraordinary feelings for either of those brothers, I'm a dog."
After being mocked one too many times, Malfoy finally said through gritted teeth.
Then he looked at all the girls present and said indignantly, "Come on, come on, you swear too. Whoever likes Darren Potter is a dog!"
"Hmph, childish!"
"Exactly. Who's going to make ridiculous vows with you?"
"What does it have to do with us whether you like Potter or not?"
"Mr. Malfoy Sr. really ought to see what you've become!"
The girls in the common room all left with affected airs.
Malfoy looked at her with aggrieved, furious eyes.
Cassandra shrugged.
"Come threaten me after you can beat me!"
Cassandra said proudly.
Malfoy's face grew even more irritated.
"Hmph, you started this. And here I was, kindly telling you