Draco was used to Goyle doing everything he said, so that rocked him for an instant. This might turn unpleasant, he realized. He´d seen Goyle wreck a city bus with his bare hands before, he didn´t want to be next.

"Goyle," he said, lowering his voice now so only the two of them could hear, "Did you know I could read minds?"

Goyle stared at him blankly.

"Itś true," said Draco. "Itś the magical power of my scar," he added, wondering if even Goyle was dim enough to believe this malarky.

"I don´t believe you," he said slowly, but there was a fear in his small eyes.

"For instance, I could tell everyone here that you sleep with your night light on, you wear pink frilly underwear because it makes you feel pretty, and you´re secretly in love with Crabbe — you´ve got a photo of him under your pillow."

Goyle let out a yell of horror, shoved the toad at Draco, and took off running. For such a big fellow, he moved pretty fast and was soon out of sight.

'Here you go, Longbottom," said Draco, thrusting Trevor at Neville, who looked at him gratefully. He caught sight of Hermione gazing at him; she looked full of admiration and blushed when he looked at her. No one had ever looked at Draco like that before; it made him feel odd, and rather tingly around the ears. Furious, he trod purposefully on Seamus Finneganś toe as he headed back towards Hermione, and was pleased to hear him howl with pain.

* * *

Madam Pomfrey watched Draco Malfoy sleeping with a mixture of dislike and concern. She didn´t like the boy, but she couldn´t help feeling sorry for him, he was obviously having terrible nightmares, lashing out with his hands and screaming. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he looked at her, seeming horrified.

"You´re awake!" she said brightly.