This is my first Fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy it. It's a little bit (lot) rough in places, mainly because I just wanted to see how many people are actually interested in reading my Fanfiction. Hopefully, it shall get better as I go on!

She ran with tearful eyes towards no where, her heart feeling like it had been ripped out of her chest and punched repeatedly. Nothing made sense in her mind, only the imprinted image of Ron kissing Lavender, arms wrapped around her narrow waist. She wanted only to backhand Ron in the head, knocking some sense into it for once. How could he have never realised that she liked him? What kind of insensitive jerk was he? Sobs broke from her chest as she made awful wailing sounds which would have embarrassed her thoroughly if she cared.

"God what is that disgusting sound for, Mudblood?" The last person she wanted to see on Earth while she was crying stood sneering at her from his great height. When did he even become that tall anyway?, she asked herself bitterly.

"Fuck off." She tried to make it sound as venomous as possible, but with a broken heart, teary eyes and snivelling quite badly, it only sounded pathetic, just like she was. She probably looked quite pathetic too, with her eyes red from crying and her uniform dishevelled. Though Lavender wasn't the best catch, she was obviously better than herself.

"Sorry, what was that?" He flashed her a fake-sweet smile as he said it. As sweet as a Malfoy could get, and quite frankly it didn't get much sweeter than a spoonful of salt in your mouth. She had no energy nor strength to pursue the argument, and she could feel herself on the verge of another breakdown. All she wanted to do was lie on her bed and cry to her pillow until morning.

"Shut up." All clever comebacks were drained from her mind, and she couldn't think of anything more than the smell of her pillow who she could pour all her feelings to through tears.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Granger?" He exclaimed in almost certainty that she was going to scream at him the moment he appeared, providing entertainment for him. "Did your B-F-F-L's leave you out? Or did they forget to give you a goodnight kiss?" Ron... With Lavender... Kissing.

"Did I not tell you to fucking fuck off Malfoy? Stupid, stupid rat face, you're the most insensitive, annoying, bastard of an ass I have ever seen!" She screamed, prodding him in the chest as she labelled out her points, hot tears streaming down her face. He smirked: He'd obviously hit a nerve here didn't he?

"Did Potter not-"

"Shut your fucking face!" She shoved his shoulders as hard as she could. He could say that he was almost shocked at her behaviour, but masked his shock in a frown of annoyance. An awkward silence took place, and she stood snivelling and staring at her shoes as if she'd never quite seen anything so peculiar. She had the urge to smile stupidly at that moment and point at Malfoy, saying 'You actually shut up when I told you to'. But she knew better than to do that because, when Slytherins went quiet, it was for only one reason: Plotting. So she stood, awaiting her punishment, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She saw out of her peripheral vision, him bending down to meet her ear, as her heart beat erratically fast in anticipation of the punishment.

"This is by no means over, Mudblood. In fact, this is only the start." He whispered chillingly into her ear, as she shied away from his touch. And with that, he stalked off, and she stood staring in absolute wonder, still dazed upon his words. A slow smile graced her lips.

"Can't wait." She murmured to herself, continuing a slow walk to her dormitory.

Right, so this is completely rushed, but please remind yourselves that this is only the Prologue, and that I just want to see how many people are actually interested in this story.