Chapter 1

Draco

'Where you are seems to be

as far as an eternity

outstretched arms and open hearts

and if it never ends then when do we start?

I'll never leave you behind

or treat you unkind

I know you understand

and with a tear in my eye

give me the sweetest goodbye...'

Sweetest goodbye by Marron 5

I watched the drizzling rain thumping gently on the window. Suddenly the door of the carriage swung open and Goyle entered followed by Crabbe. They beamed and started to babble about what tricks they had up their sleeve to separate the inseparable trio.

I let them do most of the talking as we traveled to Hogwarts. I asked them what they were exactly intending to do and allowed them to blather on about the different types of hexes and spells they could use on the inseparable trio. Apparently this was one of their best ideas ever. They said what they were going to do...blah blah blah. I tuned out after about thirty odd seconds only plummeting in to say the usual 'Is that right?' and 'What a brilliant idea!' as to when their monologue required it.

My hatred towards Hermione had been replaced by lust after several years of becoming accustomed towards her arrogance. 'Opposite's attract.' Now that I pondered over these words I had finally come to believe that it wasn't complete nonsense.

The journey came to an end and I found myself walking towards the castle. The spits of rain blurred my vision slightly but I was able to see her. I watched as she sauntered across the damp ground, her frizzy hair now in perfect curl leaving it only to admire. She was whispering something to Harry she tilted her head toward his shoulder I felt bitter.

I dogged through the crowd of students and found myself walking behind Hermione, Harry and Ron. I tried to inhale her fragrance but failed as gush of fresh air rushed up my noise. 'What do you want Malfoy?' snap Ron. I focused my eyes on the ginger sprout and spat 'I'm walking. Unless you want my fist to land on your face I suggest you mind your business.' Though my words came out sharper than I expected it I sure didn't regret it. I had feeling for Hermione not him so I didn't understand why I had to tolerate his stupidity. 'Get lost Malfoy!' cracked Hermione. Her words stung painfully leaving nothing in my heart but ache.


I lingered to the dungeons for potion. I watched Snape's greasy hair sway past my face but didn't dare to comment upon it. I took my seat at the back of the classroom making sure I had a perfect view of Hermione. There were certain things she did that used to annoy me before but now I find them rather attractive. 'We are going to make polyjuice and I want someone to tell what exactly polyjuice does,' said the professor. It wasn't surprising to see Hermione hand in air, waving around anxiously. The professor did his usual thing, leaving Hermione's hand in the air. 'No one knows?' uttered Snape, in an icy tone. 'Polyjuice allows someone to take the form of someone else sir,' stated Hermione. 'Ms Granger I suggest if you're unable to restrain yourself you go!' said Snape. His cold voice echoed, few of the students sat there motionless but I was used to it.

We were paired up and guess who I ended up with, Hermione. I lighted up inside but made sure my true feelings didn't seep through. Hermione on the other hand, seemed infuriated to be paired up with me. We gathered our ingredients and used the piece of hair from Dumbledore that Snape provided us with.

I did as little as possible, not because I was trying to avoid doing anything wrong but I was to busy looking at Hermione. We finished doing the polyjuice and Snape seemed to be impressed, though he didn't say that as such it was obvious from his facial expression.

I lay in bed, the soft duvet wrapped itself around me embracing me with it's warmth that it offered. I felt tired but I couldn't get myself to sleep so I grabbed my diary from my trunk. I rubbed my hand against the front cover and opened it. I picked up my quill and dipped it into ink...

Dear Diary,
The day went extremely smoothly except the constant nagging from Crabbe and Goyle about 'our' plan to separate the trio. Sure I wouldn't mind to put some type of hex on Ron and Harry but why Hermione? At times I feel as though I blend in with the surroundings because it doesn't seem that she notices my existence. O.k. I'm exaggeration a bit but she hardly bothers to string to words together when she is around me apart from insults. I wonder sometimes if there is such thing as fate. If fate exists are we meant to be together or I'm I unfortunate? Shall I end up with some one I don't love? I'm tired I shall write tomorrow...