A/N: Hey! This is another fic of mine! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...I only claim Abbey.

Chapter 1

Abbey sat on the bench, bent over her book and parchment, scribbling away. She sighed, stopped writing, and began to flip feverishly through the pages of her book. This assignment was due in her next class, and she was only halfway done.

But her flipping slowed and came to a stop when she saw feet approach her, quickly followed by two more pairs. Frowning, she recognized the presence anywhere, and looked up into the face of Draco Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"What do you want, Malfoy? I'm obviously busy here," she snapped, looking back down at her book.

"I just came over to do my daily taunting," Draco replied coldly.

"Feel free, but excuse me if I don't listen," Abbey muttered, going back to flipping through the pages. She jumped slightly when Draco's hand smacked down into the middle of her book.

Abbey heaved a sigh, and gazed up at him impatiently.

"You will listen," Draco barked, ripping the book from her lap. He gazed at the cover for a moment before thumbing through its pages.

"Don't you have some small animal to torture or something?" Abbey asked, making a grab for her book. But Draco was too quick and he snatched it out of her reach.

"You're such a pathetic bookworm…did you know that?" Draco spat.

"Better than a yellow coward," Abbey retorted, making another grab, and succeeding. She seized the book from his long fingers and flipped it back open to her place.

"I'm not a coward!" Draco retorted defensively.

"Oh, please," Abbey cried, "I remember the day you ran into the castle whimpering because you got punched in the face…by a girl!"

"Shut up, Miller," Draco bit.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you whimper like a baby that's lost its bottle?" Abbey drawled, continuing to scribble away on her parchment.

"One of these days, Miller…" Draco warned.

"What? You're going to beat me up?" Abbey asked sarcastically. She began to mock loud sobs before becoming serious again and carrying on with her work. Draco just snorted and stomped off, Crabbe and Goyle following him.

Abbey smirked, and without another thought went back to her homework.

Abbey walked into class, her bag slung over her shoulder, two books in her arms.

As she passed through the doorway, a hand came out of nowhere and smacked her books out of her grip. They crashed to the floor and everyone in the room turned and stared at her, some of them clearly trying not to laugh, and some of them snickered. But Abbey could have cared less.

Roars of laughter finally erupted and Abbey watched Draco and his buddies step out of the shadows.

"You're such an asshole, Malfoy," Abbey said, rolling her eyes, "Grow up, will you?" Then without another glance at him she went to her seat, and opened her books as if nothing had happened.

Draco felt anger rise in his chest. Damnit, did she care about anything that he did to her? Her reactions were always so short, and then she went on with her business as if he didn't exist.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he stomped over and plopped down in the desk behind her, determined to drive her so nuts she'd get herself in trouble. Once again, Abbey didn't even seem to notice.

As Professor McGonagall started class, Draco began to rip off small pieces of parchment and wad them into balls.

Then, when the whole class was working on their homework, he began to flick them at her, aiming for the parchment she was writing on.

His anger increased as he watched her brush the pieces of paper away, not even looking at him or stopping her work. Draco gritted his teeth and ripped off a huge piece of parchment this time, and wadded it up. He then threw it at her, hitting her in the back of the head.

Without even looking at him, Abbey lifted her wand, pointed it over her shoulder, mumbled an incantation, and suddenly all of the wadded up pieces of parchment, including the big one, came flying at him.

Draco didn't have a chance to duck. He had to keep himself from screaming out in fury as they all hit him square in the face and fell onto his desk. He saw McGonagall shoot him an angry glare, and he slammed his fist onto the desk. He glanced at Abbey and saw that she was going on with her work, as if she had never been disturbed at all.

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