"Can i help you?" I ask Goyle.

"Is it true?" He asks. I just stare shocked. Did he overhear?

"W-what's true?" I ask nervously. Pulling at my tie nervously.

"You and Draco." He says. I stop walking and look at him. "I couldn't help over-" i punch him and then run into Harry.

"Are you- oh it's you." Says Harry coldly.

"The Boy Who Lived." I say.

"I don't appreciate fame." Says Potter.

"Good. Because you don't deserve it, you filthy Half-Blood." I say.

Potter glares at me. I glare back at him. "You best go on, go find your filthy Mudblood friends and Blood Traitor friends. Like Granger and the Weasley's."

"Don't you insult them! You don't even know them!" Cries Potter.

"I don't want to. They're to filthy anyways, i'm suprised the Ministry even let's them walk around." I say with a smirk.

"I said to stop th-"

"And why should i listen to you? Because you're the Boy Who Lived?" I ask. Potter takes out his wand and points it at me but Snape walks in.

"Wand dueling in the halls? 10 points from Gryffindor." Says Snape.

"I never did anything!" Yells Potter.

"Detention. Tonight my office, Potter. Clearly fame isn't everything." Says Snape. "You go back to the common room."

"Yes sir." I say walking back.