Readers: I have never written a whole story from the male point of view. But I feel that I relate to Draco more than any other character. I see myself in him, more than I do with Harry, Hermione, or Ron. I'm just not really a hero. Never really will be. So this is my first attempt into the male psyche. Wish me luck! Also check out my other stories that I try to update. Enjoy!

I watched as she rapped her knuckles on the desk, as though she was impatient. She had always done things like that, since I had known her. But even at fifteen years old she still had the same habits. Her brown hair was perfectly curled, pushed to one side as usual. She wore makeup today for some reason, making her very attractive features show. And that lipstick was ridiculously hot. It was the brightest red I had ever seen in my life. Her green eyes were avoiding me, as she pretended to give two shits about what Professor Flitwick was saying. Those emerald green, dazzling eyes of hers. Everything about her was perfect. Except for one very important thing; she hated my guts. Loathed, since probably our first or second year. Maybe when I started dating Pansy. I can't really remember. She just one day started being very nasty towards me, as though I had killed her pet. Well, when we were eleven I had saved her damnable cat.

Suddenly her eyes shot up and caught me staring at her. She smirked, her evil devilish smirk, that would normally turn any boy on. Not me. I knew what that smirk meant. Her sweet lips were about to release the bitch.

"Do I have something on my face Draco?"

"No Gin you don't." I knew it was coming.

"Then stop staring at me. You know you can't have me. Oh, and wipe the drool running down chin would you?" I glared at her. She knew how to annoy me, push all the buttons with her pretty little voice. I tried to stop looking at her. If I wanted her I could have her. All in due time though. I had to be patient, or she would be lost forever. Well, not exactly.

Why exactly was Virginia Snape so damn irresistible? She wasn't pureblood, which would stick in my father's craw. He would bloody hate that. She acted like she hated me more than not, which was confusing especially for my ego. But I wanted her to be mine, since I was six years old. Maybe it was that she had never wanted me, never even seen me as an option. I was going to have her. One way or another she would be mine.

I sat at the lunch table, Pansy trying to reach my face. The only way I got through her trying to snog me was closing my eyes so I could pretend it was Gin. One time while she was trying to reach for my junk, I moaned, "Ginny." And then I had to pretend I was fantasizing about Ginny Weasley, which is disgusting. Pansy was pissed. Better than admitting the truth though. I'm a cocky bastard. I wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of knowing how I would want her.

"Pansy stop trying to suck his face off. He needs to eat for Merlin's sake."

"Jealous much Gin? Maybe you should get your own man."

"If I wanted him, he would already be mine. Trust me." She looked like she was about to get violent with Gin.

"She's right Pansy so shut it." I could have fit a dragon in her gaping mouth. Gin let out a genuine smile, and then a laugh. I had to hide mine with my hand. Which made her laugh even harder, and made Pansy even more furious.

"Why do you date that trash?" We met in our usual spot, where she would lecture me. No friends or lackies, no cousin of mine. Just two childhood friends. Sometimes I thought she cared about me.

"Something to do." She grimaced.

"That's disgusting." My eyes looked into hers.

"Oh Merlin no. I would never let her try and touch me like that."

"But you let her snog you."

"And I pretend it's someone else that I can't have."

"Me?" My heart skipped a beat.

"Think what you like."

"Obviously not me. Since you stole my first kiss after the Yuleball and then started dating Parkinson. Thanks for that. I will never forgive you." I remembered. She was so confused, and she cried as I walked her to her dorm.

"Shut up."

"Am I better than her?" Her eyes alight with curiosity.

"We barely kissed."

"I'll take that as a yes. I mean, an ogre would be a better alternative."

"Gin."

"I'm sure your mother approves."

"No more than you do."

"Speaking of your mother, am I still invited to your winter party? I know your house is crowded, with Audrey's parents now hiding with you, and my lovely grandfather popping in."

"How can you call the Dark Lord… grandfather. Like it's nothing."

"Habit. He was 'dead' for an awfully long time."

"Still fucked."

"Back to the original question."

"Of course. Want the same room?"

"Yes please."

"I assume the same meal?"

"Yes thanks." She was my savior at the parties. She danced with me, laughed with me. But this year was going to suck. More than normal. I just couldn't tell her why.

"Just don't expect it to be fun this year."

"Why are your parents looking for a potential mate for you?"

"Not exactly.