Somehow, Potter’s only sent his blood boiling.<br/>Draco had put in so much work to get where he was, remembering the fight it had been to even get to become a teacher, much less finally be head of house, and here was Potter, waltzing in like it was nothing, not caring about the profession. It sent Draco on edge and if they hadn’t been in a crowded great hall, he would have probably screamed.<br/>Draco really and genuinely loved his job. Loved feeling like he could make a difference and somewhat being able to make amends for all the bad he had done in the past.<br/>“Of course you don’t,” he stated, his tone sharp as he looked at the crowd, trying to school his expression into one of less hatred.