If there was anyone in the school Draco didn't want to see, it was Potter. The Boy who Lived could go take a flying leap for all Draco cared. He hated him, probably more than he ever had before. He might've been acting a bit dramatic, draped over the bench like that, but he was miserable! He'd managed to avoid the dark haired boy all year, even in classes. Why did he have to bother him while Draco wanted to be alone? It was a spot on horrible time, too. Draco was in a horrible mood.
"Sod off, Potter," he snapped, covering his eyes with his arm so he didn't have to look at him. "I can lie here if I bloody well want to."
It was going to be impossible for him to relax now. Even if Potter took the hint and left him alone, he would think about him. He would think back to all the hell he'd gone through last year, the last several years, all because of him! If Potter had just died that night as a baby, he wouldn't be dealing with all of this right now. Selfish git. He scoffed at the thought.