I S O B E L ' S P. O. V.

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When I look up, he is staring at me again.

Draco Malfoy. At me.

And it doesn't make sense, because he is in Slytherin and I am in Gryffindor, and God forbid Draco Malfoy shows any interest in a Gryffindor.

But there it is again. The smirk. The eyebrow raise.

As always, I give him a withering look, and as always, he returns it with a sarcastic wave. And I look away, and it's over.

Until it happens again.