"Oh, you can talk? You didn't say a word all lesson. I thought you'd been scared speechless in Fantastic Beasts." Harry gave Draco a bland glance.
"Y-you're talking rubbish!" Draco glared viciously at Harry, but his little fists, clenched yet not daring to move away from his chest, made his bluster look hollow.
"Come on, Malfoy, no need to be nervous. Everyone knows you're a coward. Nobody would be surprised if you got scared." Harry calmly delivered the infuriating words that made Draco's teeth itch.
This! This was exactly it! Why did this guy have such a nasty mouth?
Young Master Draco inwardly roared.
But he knew full well that he couldn't lose his temper now. Even if he did, he couldn't beat Scarhead in a fight.
Taking a deep breath, Draco suppressed the resentment deep inside him.
As a wise Slytherin, perhaps he wasn't as wise as a Ravenclaw, but he was still wise. He couldn't rely on brute force for everything like those stupid Gryffindors.
He had to use his brains against his enemies.
That was what Draco thought.
Out loud, however, he continued, "I never imagined you'd be such a coward, Potter. If it were me, I'd have done something ages ago. I wouldn't hide in school. I'd definitely go out and find him."
"What rubbish are you talking about?" Ron looked at Draco irritably. "Wouldn't Harry be asking to die if he went looking for him?"
Harry, too, looked at Draco with the sort of concern one might show an idiot. How stupid would he have to be to go out looking for Black himself?
Gryffindor valued bravery, not idiocy.
Though being too brave did make it easy to do idiotic things...
"You don't know?" Draco raised his eyebrows, then narrowed his gray eyes, looking at