Hey! Oh gosh! It's horrible! Horrifying! A catastrophe! My mom decided to CUT the internet connection! It's awful I tell you! Awful! I need to convince her to keep the internet! Anyways… back to Dramione and away from dramatic house affairs. I was watching this movie (I forgot what it was, but it was REALLY awesome!) about 2 years ago… and I was really tempted to write a story about it then. Now I remembered it and decided to do a Dramione story!

So please raise my confidence and help me drive away the tension mom's given me by reviewing and giving me tips! ^_^V

Disclaimer: yes, I own Harry Potter. I have the certificate… in… ugh. I left it in my dream last night… stupid dream…

Chapter 1: Blaise's confession

She's doing it again.

She's laughing at something Potty said. Doesn't she know her laugh would release just as much mud-blood germs as when she sneezes? How selfish of her. I think I'm getting her germs as my lips were tugging upwards. Ugh. I hate mud-bloods.

I don't know what made half of the male population in Hogwarts attracted to her. She's still the same annoying, bossy, weak, ugly, know-it-all mud-blood she was 6 and half years ago. I for one think it's pathetic to waste time ogling someone who's not worth the attention.

The war ended and suddenly people were changing vastly. I too, had changed. My physical looks were as mysterious and gorgeous as they were before (No, I'm not being egotistical. It's not ego if it's true.) but I did turned sides along with my mother. My father's locked up in Azkaban and by law and family name, I automatically inherited all of Malfoy fortune. I'm the wealthiest student here, second will probably be Potter, he inherited the Potter family's wealth after all.

But one person didn't change. Not one bit. The person goes by the name of Hermione Granger. The filthy mud-blood who kept constantly wearing my brain out. I don't have the slightest idea to why suddenly guys were ogling her.

"Oy mate. What're you staring at? You've hardly touched your food." Blaise suddenly interrupted my thoughts. I stopped my hateful stare towards the mud-blood (I've changed sides. I didn't say I've changed personality.). I saw Blaise's eyes moved for a second. He was ogling at Hermione bloody Granger!

"I'm just not that hungry Blaise."

"Can I have your food then?" Crabbe said, his mouth full with food. It was quite disgusting. I pushed my plate to him and stood up, leaving the great hall.

I didn't see Pansy yelling at Crabbe for spraying food all over her. I didn't see Snape looking at me with questioning eyes. I didn't see the she-weasel making googly eyes at Potty. I did, however saw my best mate staring at the mud-blood with his deep eyes gazing at her. He looked, happy?

I decided to let it go and went to the heads' common room. I was happy to be announced head boy. I was not happy to have Granger as head girl. And by the looks of it, neither did she. Blaise, however, was seen almost every day in the heads' dormitory… especially when Granger was around. His excuse was that he was out of money and needed to spend time with someone who isn't interested to go on a Hogsmeade trip, that, being me and Granger, which is a lie since he's loaded. Then he'd go around saying he didn't understand a question in Transfiguration or charms and asked for Hermione to tutor him. That, I mused, was also a lie since transfiguration and charms happens to be his best subjects.

This had gone on for the last month and had not been stopping since. I have no idea why, but every time I saw them together, I got pissed. My jaws tightened, my fists clenched, and my glare intensified. I figured it was because the mud-blood's stealing my best mate away.

A week later, potions class

Snape decided to group us into three. He took up upon Dumbledore's wishes for house unity and decided to mix the students. Me, Blaise and Granger were grouped and we had to do this report on some kind of dream potion. It was supposed to help when you can't sleep or if you're facing an enemy and you can't fight.

Granger scooted towards us and sat next to Blaise. They started talking about nonsense and I ignored them. I decided to search for the ingredients myself.

"Hey Drake… shamed you've been grouped with the mud-blood." Pansy said as she walked closely towards me. I was disgusted by the way she tried to make herself sexy. She looked like a total slut. The thought made me think of Granger. What is she like if she'd tried to sex up her look? Pfft. Probably looked like an old desperate hag. But I couldn't help but get the feeling if she did change her look, her fans will expand. And I did not like it. Probably because she'd get the attention of more Slytherin. Yep. Only that reason alone and nothing more!

"That's none of your business Pans… and besides… even if she's a mud-blood, she has her pros. Her brain covers the imperfection quite nicely. It's like getting an easy O don't you think?" I drawled as I gather the ingredients needed.

"Well, that's a good point. But if you were grouped with me, you'd get something more fascinating than an O… if you get my drift." Her hands were leaving butterfly kisses on my shoulder down to my chest. I couldn't help but wonder if the bushy bucktooth ever done this to someone.

"Not the best time, or place Pans… we wouldn't want Snape to be forced to take points from his own house now, would we?"

She pouted but I don't care. It doesn't suit her. She looked like a pathetic hag trying to sell herself to a brothel. Then I remembered two weeks back when Granger pouted when I said she could go do her rounds by herself. I gave into her pout 10 seconds after. No, not because I think it's cute and adoring, definitely NOT! She's a mud-blood for Salazar's sake! I just hate to hear her whine! Yeah, that's it! A mud-blood like her whining is worst than those of moaning Myrtle, even if the bloody ghost was a mud-blood of her own.

Blaise went next to me and helped me find other things for our potion. He was slightly blushing, I can see that clearly. He had this dreamy expression which was disgusting in my point of view.

"Oy Blaise… what's got your knickers in a knot. You're blushing mate."

He didn't even try to hide the fact when he smiled—smiled, and turned towards me.

"Nothing Dray… knowing you, you wouldn't understand it one bit."

"Damn right I won't. I've got no idea to why you're acting like this… you're not gay for me… are you?" I cringed at the thought of my best friend for almost a decade would be turning homo against me. It's purely disgusting!

"What? NO! Of course not you bumbling idiot! Why in Salazar's grave would I be turning homo? That's so… ew! Yeah, I said the girly 'ew' part! To prove I'm not gay whatsoever!" he hissed and I snickered.

"I was only joking you git. Anyway, let's get this to Granger. She'd be pissed if we keep hogging." I knew that from experience. Granger is definitely mental.

Blaise chuckled and carried the stuffs.

"Yeah… Hermione can be a bit mental when it comes to studies…"

My eyes widen for a moment and I stopped my paces, making Blaise leave me behind. Did he just called mud-blood Granger by her first name?

Lunch, the great hall

The great hall was, as usual, in full swing. People were talking and laughing and playing pranks (Mostly the Slytherins and Potty and Weasel). Granger was nowhere to be seen and I know this because Blaise mentioned this to me, and not because I was looking around for her. Definitely not that.

"Hey Drake… can I ask you for a favor?" normally, I'd response with a nod if yes, and a glare if no, but that was before the war.

"What do you want?" Slightly better language, not so nice on the welcoming point. But people were used to it.

"Well… do you have any feelings for Hermione?"

I almost—almost chocked on my food. I stared at him like he's grown two heads. He might as well have, 'cause his brain's been split up.

"What? Oh Merlin no! why would I have anything to do with the… mud-blood?" somehow, some weird spell has been casted upon me because why else would I feel so uncomfortable calling her a… mud-blood?

At hearing my response, the Italian smiled and slapped a hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Good. 'cause I need your help."

"What do you mean?" somehow, I get the feeling I won't be enjoying whatever next is going to come out of his mouth.

"I fancy Hermione and I want you to help me in courting her. And believe me, Draco, this girl is NOT a toy… not this time…"

That's when it happened. My spoon dropped onto my still fool soup making it splash all over Pansy who was in front of me. My heart stopped beating for a second and my thoughts were blur. Blaise was watching me with eyes full of hope…

Merlin… I'm screwed.

Well, that's the end of the first chapter. It was fun writing this (Even though I'm sure it'll not be as much fun reading it… coz I'm not exactly the most talented author…) but please waste 30 seconds of your life to review my story… and I'll with happily use my 30 minutes to think of the best and most appreciative reply I can give to you guys who'd be kind enough to review! So please R&R and give me some tips or comments. ^_^V