~A/N~

HEY GUYS!

Sorry I haven't written for a while... reading your reviews i am ashamed of myself :( I APOLOGISEE. Erm right so, The reason i haven't continued 'Confused' just yet is becauuseee i'm stuck in a little bit of a rut... you see.. i can't really remember what i was going to do with it :P hahahahah erm so while i figure out i've decided to try out a new femharry/draco fanfic... erm i'm not sure how great it is... but yeahhh... I hope you like it, and please remember POSOTIVE REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME 3

Okay, i'm out. Hope you like. Adios Amigos 3

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~Draco's POV~

I could hear footsteps and excited chatter echo loudly across the potions classroom as I sat face down on the wooden desk. I rolled my head slowly from side to side almost in an attempt to clear it. I jumped as I heard a loud crash beside me. Groaning, I made a pathetic attempt to find the cause… and hopefully kill it. I scowled at my smirking best friend who clutched onto his messenger bag as he sat down in his seat. I rubbed my eyes as I raised my head completely off the table and the dark boy to the left of my chuckled slightly.

"Another late night?" Blaize Zabini whispered in my ear.

"Shut up Blaize." I moaned giving him the middle finger as I rolled my face across the table. I closed my eyes and listened to the different sets of footsteps passing across the classroom floor. The noise was almost too much for me to handle. Blaize was right, last night had been a late one… although, not by choice.

I jumped again as I heard the heavy potions door slam shut and struggled to raise my head away from the comfort of the hard desk. I watched as the portly shape of our seventh year potions master waddled into the cold dungeon classroom. I sighed as I rubbed my eyes again. It's all good and well having a new teacher, but if Slughorn was half the teacher that my godfather was then we would all be passing with flying colours. Even Longbottom! Merlin… what a fucking boring voice…

The classroom was as cold and dingy as it had always been. I glanced around trying to find an ounce of interest in what Slughorn was 'teaching' us. I had learnt it all last year anyway, being trapped inside the Malfoy Manor there wasn't much else I could do. Not many people came back for the replacement year after the war ended. Just a handful of us really, although quite a lot of ravenclaws… for obvious reasons, but in this class there was only about fifteen of us. Seven slytherins and Eight gryffindors.

After the war was a little... well… difficult for me. Nobody seemed to understand the situation I had been in and the problems I had had to face. Well, nobody except Blaize and Theo. I sighed again as I looked around the room receiving the normal amount of glares and spiteful hissing. Honestly people can be such animals. My eyes landed on something emerald green. The only compassionate face in a sea of hatred, I quickly averted my gaze ashamed. Harry Potter… The boy who lived, the boy who survived, the boy who destroyed Voldemort.

I was ashamed.

Ashamed to look at him.

Ashamed to talk to him.

Ashamed to know him.

Ashamed to love him.