Ron was ignoring Harry (to be expected), and I was a but angry with that. I was a but pissed at Harry as well, just because he's not acting nervous and stuff. Hermione is the only one that I'm actually on good terms with at the momment.

You'd be expecting me to make new friends, huh?

No. I'm not like that.

So, I've been valuing my time- meaning that since I got detention from Snape (like ten times), I had to help my cousin with stuff for my detention of two weeks. It was not fun.

I'm telling the truth.

"Cut up my eyes of newts, Black." Malfoy ordered, lazily, may I add.

"Do it yourself, pureblood."

"No, I'm good, halfbreed." He smugly smirked.

I knew what he was doing.

He was trying to get me very mad so that I wont be able to go to the First Task or something.

Gods, I'm not dumb.

It's also Athena's wisdom coming through- no biggie.

"Listen, Draco- your trying to get me pissed-"

I'm ashamed to say that what he said next got me really REALLY pissed.

"At least I have parents who've been there my whole life- not in Askaban or in stupid Mt Olympus..."

My hands rolled into tight fists- my face was red, I knew it- I couldn't controll my metamorphic abilities.

I was too angry.

My hair became a jet raven black color, and my eyes a blood red color.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me." Malfoy smirked.

I really don't remember what happened next.

All I remember is that there was a sharp pain in my neck.

And then it all went black.