"Draco smirked back and made sure to touch Harry’s shoulder or neck or arm. That heated the glances with hatred, but Draco didn’t care. It was their own fault for lifting their eyes to a treasure too high for them to possess."

I absolutely love Draco here - he's so smug about his relationship with Harry, and even goes to lengths to provoke jealousy in others to prove to them and to himself that Harry is his "treasure to possess". Kind of nasty!