"I hate him," You love him.

"No, I don't!" Yes, you do.

"He's nothing but a cowardly prick," And you love it.

"Isn't talking with yourself make you crazy?" Yes, but you're arguing with yourself.

"Shut up!" I'll always be here.

"Talking to yourself, Marks?" A voice sneered. That voice, it always spoke with a sneering tone. I looked up into a pair of steel gray eyes staring back at me.

"Piss off Malfoy," I replied, I amazed myself with how clever I was.

"Ooo good one Marks, I've never heard that one before. You've been taking lessons from Potter haven't you?" Draco smirked and walked to his seat with Crab and Goyle in the back of the classroom.

"I thought it was a good one," I smiled as Harry sat down next to me.

"Don't you ever get annoyed with him?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at the Slytherin boy. He was smiling that sneering smile at his, why was it so adorable? No, it wasn't adorable, he was a slimy little coward.

"Not really, he's so pathetic it's almost funny," Harry said as he pulled his Potions book from his bag. I was already prepared, class was an escape for me. You see, I was a Slytherin, like Draco. I never understood why the Sorting Hat put me in Slytherin, I was a social Gryffindor, a sweet Huffelpuff and a smart Ravenclaw. I didn't have any qualities of a Slytherin, not in my first year and certainly not now in my sixth. None of the Slytherin girls liked me, I wasn't a backstabber like all of them. Naturally, I made friends with the Gryffindors, which only made my house hate me even more. Draco especially, since I was friends with Harry. I had most of classes with Harry, which was nice, but we still weren't in the same house. When classes were over and curfew was up, I was stuck with them.

"Open your books to page 137," Snape drawled, as he entered the classroom. I loved Potions, it reminded me of cooking class, except you can't eat the results. Today we were learning about making a memory eliminating potion. It was easy enough, chop this, stir this seven times, add that to it. I had it done in no time, Harry wasn't so lucky, Potions wasn't his thing. I helped him out along the way, trying not to get caught in doing so. It wasn't much of a secret that Snape hated Harry and all Gryffindors, and he'd taken away points before for me helping them. It was teamwork anyway, I helped Harry in Potions, he helped me in Defense Against the Dark Arts. That was Harry's thing, always had been. Besides, we were friends, that's what friends do. Harry and I were friends, just friends too, I didn't think of him like that.

"Look at that half-blood, getting all cozy with Potter," I heard Draco whisper, loud enough for me to hear of course. "Are you two going to snog anytime soon? I'll have to get a bucket for everyone in the room, especially you Potter,"

I took a deep breath, getting in a fight won't end well. Snape hates me almost as much as he hates Harry, I was a disgrace to my House, he'd told me. I had gotten caught sending notes to Harry when we'd been split up in Charms class. Most of the professors let us sit together, we'd be passing notes to each other if we weren't. The professor sent me to Snape's office for punishment.

"You're a Slytherin, why don't you act like one?" He had sneered.

"I'm not like one, I'm not a slimy traitor like you," I said. As soon as I'd said it I regretted it. It wasn't like me to talk back to teachers, but I hated being reminded that I was put in this House. I didn't belong here, I knew it and everybody else knew it.

"How dare you!" Snape yelled. He slashed his wand in the air, parchment flew everywhere and bottles exploded. I felt small shards nick my skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to sting.

"Don't ever speak to me like that again or you'll be expelled before you can say 'Harry Potter'. 50 points will be taken from Gryffindor for your insolence. Now, get out," he said. I averted my gaze as I quickly walked back to my dorm.

"Hey, you with me?" Harry asked, waving his hand in front of my face. I snapped back from my memory and back to Potions class. We finished up the lecture, and Harry went off to Quidditch practice. Potions was my last class for the day, so I went up to the Common Room. I didn't mind Slytherin's dorm, the colors were alright, but being down in the dungeon made me a little claustrophobic. There were windows, but they had an artificial weather charm, so there wasn't any fresh air. I grabbed a book from my room and started reading on one of the couches. Usually I stayed in my room, but Potions always puts me in a good mood. I was reading a book on how drugs can affect the whole family, I had a Muggle relative who had a drug problem so it connected with me. My whole family was mixed with Muggles and wizards, my dad's side had more wizards and my mom was more Muggle.

"Don't you have anything better to do with your time? You go straight from class to a Muggle book. You're worse than that Hermione Granger," Pansy Parkinson said. She had a high pitched voice that cut through my brain, I could already feel a migraine coming on.

"And hello to you too, Pansy," I said cheerfully. "Don't you have a kitten to torture or a four year old to pick on?"

"I can't believe you! You're such a snob, I go out of my way to talk to you and this is the thanks I get?"

"Yes, because talking to you is just such an honor,"

"How you ever made it into Slytherin is beyond me," She said, walking up to her dorm. I rolled my eyes and went back to my book.

"Now, that's no way to make friends, Marks," That familiar voice called out.

"Malfoy, come on, I just had Potions with you, can't you give me a break from your presence?"

"It is such a pleasure to be around me, I know," Draco said, completely ignoring my statement. He sat down next to me, putting his feet on the coffee table. "You should feel lucky, you know, getting to be around me all the time. I'd have a crush on me too,"

"Yes, Draco, I'm completely in love with you, take me now on this couch," I replied sarcastically, throwing my book aside and pouting my lips for affect.

"You wish, like I'd ever be with someone like you,"

"Oh, right you'd only be with someone with 'pure blood',"

"Damn straight, so I guess you'll just have to pine for me forever," he said, sighing. He put his feet on the arm of the couch I was sitting on next to my head.

"Get your nasty feet away from my face," I said, pushing his fancy name brand shoes out of my face.

"Hey, hey, don't scuff the shoes. I just thought you might like to see what nice things look like for once. I know your parents can't afford the things my family can if they can only buy Muggle books," he said, clearly trying to egg me on. I locked my jaw and took a deep breath. "Are you getting mad, Marks? Are you gonna cry?"

I sighed and stood up, walking back to my common room. I wasn't going to start a fight today, I wasn't in the mood. I stayed in my room for the rest of the night, I hated nights, there was nothing to do. Except think, think of cold, steel gray eyes.