DISCLAIMER:I do not own the Harry Potter universe, (unfortunately, no matter how much I wish i did) and I don't own the characters either (likewise).But on the bright side,i do own the characters I created...

A/N: this is my first fanfic and i hope you like it .Please leave reviews(it doesn't matter how long they are)

Update: 15.08.2016 This story is honestly so bad I'm nearly crying from laughing so hard right now, so please don't read until I edit this. Or at least, don't blame me for how terrible it is. Don't say I didn't warn you XD

Up-update: 16.08.2016 Edited :D

CH1: How can you help but hate Malfoy?

There are several things in life that i just can't stand,including,but not limited to:

1) The sound of Nails on a black board

2) Animal Abuse

3) Backstabbers

4) Draco Malfoy

But not in that order, jeez what kind of a monster do you think i am?

But before I start ranting on about how vile and disgusting he is,let me introduce myself first.

Hi. My name is Serena and I'm an alcoholic . I'm joking, jeez.

In my opinion, I was living proof that even the sorting hat made mistakes because I refused to belong to Slytherin, or at least, I refused to fit in.

I wouldn't really mind Slytherin (apart from the decor, and the fact that some weirdo tried to smuggle a poisonous snake into the dormitory back when I was in the first year. Who even does that?), except my self-proclaimed rival Draco Malfoy happened to be in the same year as me and of course, he was sorted into Slytherin too.

Malfoy had been like an unwanted wart to me even before Hogwarts had started.

The thing you have to understand about proud pureblood families is that they're willing to do anything to preserve the pureblood line, even if it means forcing their children into marriage. My parents and the Malfoy's had been close and whenever Narcissa Malfoy decided to throw one of her pureblood soirees, we were always invited.

There is nothing I hate more than Narcissa Malfoy's pureblood get togethers. The adults would sit together in a stuffy room and discuss politics while the children were thrown together in a separate room in the hopes that we would become friends and later on in life, boyfriends and girlfriends, which would make preserving our pureblood blood status a lot easier on our parents.

Draco and I's enmity began at the age of 7, shortly after our break up. And by shortly, I mean roughly five minutes after our breakup when I saw him kissing Pansy Parkinson when he thought no one was looking and threw a water-filled vase at his head.

The vase was fixable. Draco's ego however, was not.

From that moment onwards, Draco and I were at each other's necks. In our first year, he shoved me into the lake and I nearly drowned (which in turn caused my fear of swimming). In my second year, I set his homework on fire and got him a week's worth of detentions from McGonagall. In revenge, he cut off a chunk of my hair when I wasn't paying attention to him.

Suffice it to say, Draco and I, don't like each other, which is putting it mildly.

You'd think that by the 7th year, Draco and I would have learned to coexist and stay out of each other's ways, but the opposite was true. We just liked getting under each other's skins. I doubt he even remembered why we'd started being enemies in the first place.

"This new rule about Prefects sharing a separate room is crap." Ellie (short for Elaenor. Purebloods sure liked their posh names) ranted loudly.

I shrugged noncommittally.

"I don't know. Sure, it sucks, but the reason behind it is pretty decent."

Last year, a vengeful third year had wanted to get revenge on a Prefect for docking his house points, but the prank had gone wrong and had resulted in the Prefect having to stay in the hospital wing for a week when his bed caught fire when he was asleep.

In spite of the logic behind the new rule, the thought of having to share the Prefects Quarters with Malfoy made me cringe.

"I wonder,"said a familiar male voice in a bored drawl, "are you planning on doing any of your prefect duties this year or do I have to do them all for you?"

"That was fast Malfoy, the Hogwart's express just pulled out of the station. I didn't know you were that desperate for my attention." I threw him a wink that anyone else would have interpreted incorrectly as flirtatious nut Malfoy just gave me a disgusted sneer and left, purposely leaving the carriage door open.

"Ha.I guess I finally rendered him speechless, or... he's gone to make sure that his "father will hear about this". I told a sniggering Ellie as I slammed the carriage door shut after him.

I sighed and got up reluctantly, "unfortunately, that git is right. I have a load of Prefect duties to do. I'll catch you later."

I examined my nails throughout Malfoy's instructions on what I should do and when I should do it. He was being almost as neurotic as that Granger girl.

"Look, Glenn, can we just try to get along this year?" he asked after I yawned loudly in his face.

"Are you going to apologize for pushing me in the lake when we were eleven?"

" It was self-defence." he smirked.

I yawned again.

"No Malfoy, we won't be getting along this year." I said in a sickly sweet voice and shoved past him to go check on the first years.

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Back in the castle after dinner, I hurried back to the prefect's dormitory, so I could claim the best room by the window as my own. You can understand how pissed off I was when I saw his trunk in the room that I had come for. Unwilling to give up, I levitated his trunk to the other room, smirking at the thought of how annoyed Draco would be when he saw that I'd switched the rooms.

I had just turned to leave when an idea that would enable me to irritate Malfoy further struck me. Grinning, I pointed my wand at his trunk and said a spell that made it explode. His clothes were then strewn everywhere.

"Reparo" I said to his trunk and it was as good as new. But, being the perfect little angel that I am, left the clothes scattered everywhere.

I was just about to turn around and head innocently back to my room when I saw him standing and staring at me in the doorway.

"What are you doing?" he asked in an unusually sharp voice.

My innocent look was replaced by a slightly guilty look as I barred his view.

"Where's my trunk?" he asked quietly, stepping closer.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I said defiantly.

I was mentally calculating my chances of escape when he sighed and stepped towards me.

I didn't move.

"Back off Malfoy or I WILL hex you."

"Expelliarmus"

My wand went flying into his hand.

Damn it.

I guess that meant I couldn't hex him. So I took the other option instead, I ran for it. But he caught me around the waist and half dragged me into his room. He dropped me when he saw the mess though.

"What the hell?" he breathed before turning to glare at me with anger clearly written all over his face.

"Clean it up." He said it like an order.

"No" I retorted.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Guess I'm keeping your wand then."

"You can't. I need it."

"Then clean it up."

"Whatever."

I snatched back my wand and with an elaborate flick all the clothes piles flew into neatly folded piles on the bed.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" he sneered. "Now take them back into my room."

Nuh uh. That room was MINE.I kicked his shins (unladylike I know, but who cares) and ran for MY room, locking the door behind me. I had just turned around and almost had a heart attack when I saw him standing incredibly close in front of me.

"Get out." he ordered like the bossy git he is.

"How did you even get in?"

"I had it first." he said, ignoring my question.

"I had it second, what's your point?" I said just for the sake of getting on his nerves.

"I'll swap you something for it."
"You don't have anything I want."

I gave him my stubbornest look. In reply, he turned around and stalked out of the room, but not before punching the wall.

I hope his fist hurt.

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