(A/N Ok this is my first fan fiction and I'm super excited to hear everyone's reviews. My biggest fear is that no one will read this, so even if you think it's bad please leave a review. Tell me if Draco is out of character or if it's just plain boring. I want to know! Oh and also a disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter)

I watched as Granger stomped furiously towards me. Her lips were set in a harsh line and I could see the fury in her eyes. I smirked, mainly because I knew it would infuriate her more. She stopped about 6 feet in front of me and my smirk grew. I knew which buttons to push that would make her cry, and I intended to push them.

"Look at him blubber," I said referring to Hagrid. "It's pathetic. He calls himself a teacher!" I heard Crabbe and Goyle chuckle faintly behind me. Her fists clenched and I knew the waterworks would come shortly. The next moment passed slowly as she took two short strides, lifted her arm, and punched me square on the nose. I staggered backwards clumsily. The shock on my face surely showed because Granger was grinning.

"Wake up," said Blaise. "You're going to be late for the Hogsmeade trip and I really don't want to hang out with Pansy alone. I would rather not play '20 Questions about Draco' today." Blaise paused to make sure that I was up. I grunted in reply and I waited until I could hear the door close behind him before I got out of bed. My head was pounding as if Granger had actually punched me in the face. I decided to address the issue of me actually having a dream about the Mud-Blood after I had coffee. I got dressed in the dark forest green coat my mother had bought me for my birthday and then I headed down to the common room.

I heard a shrill, high-pitched voice yell, "Draco! Hurry up darling!" I groaned out loud as my head throbbed with every word she said.

"Lemme just get my coffee," I mumbled, hoping that Pansy wouldn't speak again until my headache was gone. As we walked to Hogsmeade, the warm coffee helped subside the pounding in my head and by the time we got to Hogsmeade I could almost stand Pansy's voice. The weather outside was dreadfully cold and I had forgotten my gloves. As I took a sip of my coffee I wondered why Granger had suddenly popped up in my dream. The incident had happened in third year and I hadn't thought about it in a very long time. The only comfort I could find was that Weasley and Potter weren't in it. The thought of them haunting my dreams made me shudder.

"Draco darling get your head out of the clouds! I want to have a nice day and I can't do that when you are moping around," said Pansy as she gave me her signature pout. I took one last gulp of the scalding hot coffee and then I threw it away.

"You shouldn't pout like that Pansy. It really isn't attractive," I said with a smirk. She narrowed her eyes at me and gave out a loud "Hmph" before walking away. I knew that I would pay for that later but it was too late now. Draco Malfoy does not apologize. I headed over to Blaise, who had walked ahead once Pansy tried talking to me. He was talking to Crabbe about the new Chaser, Vaisey. I feigned interest and put in a few odd remarks so that it seemed as if I was paying attention. I was still trying to decide why the memory of Granger punching me had shown up in my dreams nearly three years later. It had started to rain so our group of Slytherins turned towards 'Quality Quidditch Supplies' and we headed in. I was reading the tin of "Henry's Warming Salve". It claimed that after spreading the cream on your hands it would keep your hands warm throughout any weather. I was debating getting it when the bell above the door chimed alerting me that someone had arrived. A cool wind blew through the open door and I shuddered. I looked up to see who had come in and there she was in a black pea coat. Her face was rosy from the cold and her hair was a giant bush behind her. I felt the urge to torture Granger today so I put down the salve and walked her way. She was looking around for someone and she didn't notice me getting close to her until I was almost in her face. Once she laid eyes on me she gave a little jump and then tried to act as if it was an odd cough.

"Ahem," she fake-coughed into her sleeve, "what do you want Malfoy?" I could hear the hatred in her voice.

I ignored her question and said, "If you're here for your little boyfriend Ron he isn't here. That pitiful excuse for a wizard couldn't afford this place."

"For your information I am here to buy a present for someone," she said as she brushed past me to walk further into the store. I had not gotten the reaction I had expected so I tried to make her angry.

"Are you buying a proper broom for Weasley? God only knows how much he needs it. I saw him at the last game and it was more than I could handle. He's a joke," I stated. She continued to ignore me and was looking at the items on the shelves. My jibes about Weasley weren't bothering her so I tried a different approach. "Who's the present for?"

That question made her look up. She warily said, "Harry. I'm getting him something for Christmas."

I narrowed my eyes at her and then said, "Well what are you going to get him in here? Boy Wonder probably already has everything he needs from here. He is the Quidditch Captain after all."

"Well so are you, but you still come here," she answered. "Anyways why would you care what I get for Harry?"

I gave her a smirk before saying, "If it's not Weasley's babies you want it must be Potter's, and there is no way you're getting shagged by Potter if you're buying him," I paused for a moment to see what she was holding, "socks covered in Snitchs." The look of pure shock that passed over her features delighted me greatly. She gave me a look of indignation and opened her mouth to speak, but I turned around and left before she could. I put one galleon and a sickle on the counter, picked up the warming salve, and left the store without a look back.