Empathy was bad enough, Draco thinks, rubbing his temple, but now his gift – his unasked-for, headache-inducing, totally unnecessary gift – has developed to the point where he can hear his classmates’ inane thoughts. It’s enough to put him off his breakfast to listen to his peers preening at themselves as they get ready in the morning, but then passing Potter in the Great Hall and hearing wow, those pants really flatter him makes him want to scream. Really, hasn’t Fate had enough fun at his expense?