Hermione spotted a blond head, Coach Draco, across the ice. "What an arrogant prick! That kid was bossing me around the entire time. What does he know?" Neville shrugged. "I mean, he seemed pretty knowledgeable to me." "You sure seem very interested in him, for someone who hates his guts," Harry teased. "I'm not interested in him!" Hermione screeched.