Hey Babes! Guess who's back?!

Okay, so I received so much love on my last fanfiction, and you guys have inspired me to write more! Thank you all so much for the criticism and feedback. So, I present to you a new fanfiction! I really love Malfoy, even though he is a real jerk (Kind of like me, lol)

So, without further ado, enjoy!

-AbortCodeRed-

(P.S.- more chapters will be added, so don't worry little ones~)

I was a third-year at Hogwarts.

Young, a little stupid, even though everyone told me I wasn't.

A Gryffindor.

It was the beginning of a new school year, and my anxiety had shrunk. Home life is boring, but this, this life is exciting. Friends, magic, I had been so anxious to just get there.

Hogwarts Express was on it's way, and I fidgeted in my seat. My bags were stored under me just in case anyone else wanted to sit. Of course, I was alone. Ron, Harry, and Hermione always sat together and it felt rude of me to barge in, even though they were my friends.

Whatever.

I stared out the window at the beautiful scenery. It was more or less breathtaking. Apparently so much, in fact, I didn't notice my car's door opening behind me.

I jumped as a warm hand touched my shoulder. I skidded towards the window and whipped around, touching my wand on instinct.

First I noticed his blonde hair.

Then I noticed his blue eyes, seeming to lack as much color as mine.

Then I noticed a smirk playing on the boy's lips. It was Draco Malfoy.

"Hah, you look like a frightened child!" he laughed.

I had heard how mean he was to Harry last year, and I had seen him in the hall passing by many times. Yet, I never had a single class with him. This was the first time I've ever even spoken to him.

At his comment, my cheeks reddened ever so slightly.

"Aw, did I spook you, Gryffindor?" His voice had a snotty tone to it. It was as I expected, though.

"Yeah." I told him, deciding not to lie. It was obvious I had just made a fool of myself, so I might as well not be untruthful about it. That was when I noticed two other Slytherins behind him. They had his same smirk. I could tell they were brothers, for they looked very similar. Round faces. I had seen them before as well, but I couldn't care less to figure out who they were.

Draco straightened up.

"I've heard of you."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah." He crossed his arms. "Emilia Goldenhime. A muggle like you shouldn't be on a train to a wizarding school."

"I'm not muggle." I told him. I tried my best to use my snottiest voice. "My mother was a witch and my father was a wizard."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "If you keep acting like a frightened cat every time a wizard touches you, don't be surprised if everyone keeps away." He sneered and the two boys behind him chortled. All three sauntered away from me, down the hall. I shrugged and picked up a book from my luggage. I wasn't fazed at all. I don't care what assholes think of me.

I couldn't give a rat's ass, honestly.

One day into the year. Some first-years had joined Gryffindor, the feast was over, blah, blah.

The feast, though. I was extremely glad it was so loud. Malfoy and his gang were throwing insults at me every so often, and even though nobody else noticed, I sure did. At one point they threw a napkin at me. I just ignored them. No need to make a big deal if nobody else even sees.

This year I was glad to share a room with Granger. She was admirable and witty. We were casual friends and joked together while we were walking in the hall. One of the only people I could call a friend.

Night had fallen and lights were supposed to be out. I sat on the edge of my bed, squeezing a little rubber ball I had packed to help with my anxiety. I couldn't sleep.

I squeezed the rubber stress ball tight and lowered my head. Dark hair fell over my eyes as I thought. I worried about different things.

Is my hair too long?

Why am I an introvert?

Should I be more outgoing?

Will Malfoy bully me tomorrow?

I pondered on that for a few moments. I wondered if he was targeting me. Was it really called bullying? Because if he is, then I'm a victim. I hated that word. I'm not a victim. I'm better than that.

Hermione shifted in her sleep and it snapped me back into reality. I noticed how sleepy I was, and I laid down in bed.

Tomorrow was a new day.

I was bored out of my mind.

We were in astrology, which I usually find interesting, but since it was the first class, the instructor was introducing us to her way of teaching. Again, I couldn't care less.

Seats were arranged in a way where there was a small, wooden table and two chairs on either side.

Nobody sat near me, but that was okay. Being social made me feel almost like a deflated balloon. Tired. Dead. I dunno. Sitting alone felt nice and calming to me.

Behind me, the door creaked open.

Heads turned and stared right at the boy who walked in, extremely late for some reason.

Oh yes.

The boy with blonde hair.

The boy with blue eyes, lacking some color.

The boy with a constant smirk playing on his lips.

I internally groaned. Great.

He searched the classroom for an empty seat, and his dull eyes brightened up a bit when he saw the only seat left.

Next to me, of course. Because who else?

He strolled over and landed in the chair at my table. The instructor didn't even seem to notice, as she gave no second thought to Draco as he casually strolled into her class.

If it were Snape, he would have beat his ass, I thought.

Malfoy tried to make eye contact with me for a few seconds, I noticed, before whispering.

"Goldenhime."

I shot back.

"Malfoy."

He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"Unhappy to see me?" He asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Extremely." I said.

I expected him to bother me some more, but he just snickered and looked ahead. He even seemed to be focusing, and I was surprised, sure, but more glad. Now I could celebrate my boredom in peace.

Class ended without a bang. We had a short break next.

I zipped out of the room quickly, hoping not to catch the eye of anybody.

However, it didn't work.

"Where you goin', Goldie?"

Did he… just give me a nickname…?

"Leave me be, Draco."

"Oh!" Malfoy flinched dramatically. "Shot down so quick, eh Muggle?"

I sighed.

He was just so funny.

I sped up my pace and luckily lost him in the crowd.

Why is he so interested in me, huh?!