Nina Wilson remembered the summer she got her letter to Hogwarts. Up until that summer, she did not have a clear explanation of the events that happened to her the past year. Confused she told her mother who in fact had been a witch and herself attended Hogwarts. That very summer, nervous, but her eyes gleaming with excitement, she visited the magical Diagon Alley. It was beautiful, as was her wand; Nina loved being a witch.

Nina also remembered the first time she saw Draco Malfoy. She had been on her way to the library to start a paper, which of course was not yet assigned. As, she passed the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams, she held her head high. She knew Harry, he was in most of her classes, and she only sat a mere four seats from him; with her best friend Ginny. As she passed them , she heard Malfoy call sweet Hermoine a mudblood. Angry, she whipped around clenching her teeth, only to meet his eyes. Frowning at her beating heart, she ran to the library.

The first ray of sunlight flooded through her dorm. Ginny was already up fussing about, and lazily she rolled out of bed. There was no reason to be excited, tomorrow was the Yule Ball and she was dateless. It wasn't that she was unattractive, in fact, she was very beautiful with her long cinnamon hair, and freckled face. Nina simply couldn't find a boy who would make her heart beat, like he once did. However, it was not right to feel for him. He was cruel, unfeeling, and prejudice. She was neither a Slytherin or a pureblood.

Sighing Nina pulled herself out of her bed for a day of classes and whispers of excitement and dread. She found herself getting dressed quickly and shuffling down to her classes a bit early. She didn't have a clue as to what she was going to be later, but it seemed as something was wrong. After the news of the Dark Mark, Nina had been frightened and found herself drifting away.

"That's what I told my father, Potter doesn't stand a chance at this game. He won't last a minute- less five seconds." Nina could hear Draco's harsh remarks from across the hall. "Let's give out these pins, Goyle, hand these out to all the Ravenclaws, and Crabbe , you give these to the Huffelpuffs. The bloody Gryffindors won't go against Potter for the world. "

"Nina!" Ginny struggled to push through the crowd, fumbling with his books. Draco rolled his eyes, and looked past me. "Don't run away from me; I won't speak of the ball anymore." Smiling I held out my elbow for her to walk with me.

"Nina…" I heard someone mumble, the owner of the voice set my cheeks aflame. My name escaping from his lips, with his sweet voice. It was the opposite of his unusual sharpness. "D-draco…" I whispered. "What are you still doing here, MOVE!" He screamed, parting Crabbe and Goyle. Ignoring his sudden burst of kindness, I walked to potions mindlessly. It had to be my least favourite class of the day, it was taught by none other than Professor Snape, and though she was smart, she always mannaged to fail. I rummaged through my backpack and took out my supplies. I braced myself for a long lecture, and perhaps even a small explosion.

Halfway through, she saw Harry and Ron whispering softly to each other, Dean mindlessly scribbling in the margin of his paper, and Seamus was half asleep. Just another typical day, I thought to myself; it was just morning sickness. I would give it another three classes, and I would be able to sit by the lake for a while in peace and read. Hopefully Viktor Krum and his mindless followers were not there, I just wanted quiet. The class was dismissed, and to my dismay the butterflies were not fading away.

The morning was long, but somehow quick as well. I tried my best not to dote on earlier happenings. It was difficult swallowing the lump in my throat every time I faced reality. I fancied Draco. After this realization came the obvious heart wrenching truth, and by lunch I had mannage to come up with six different reasons with why I could not fancy, let alone date Draco Malfoy. I whispered them softly to myself, every time my stomach began to flutter.

1) Draco Malfoy was in Slytherin

2) He was always rude

3) He did not come off as intellegent.

4) He was quite cocky

5) He was a pure blood

6) He was rumoured to be dating Pansy

Ginny glanced over her shoulder and stared at me in a concerned fashion. Ginny seemed to believe I was going mad; I didn't blame her.

"How was your morning?" I asked trying to sound nonchalnt, even though I knew she had heard at least half of my list. Being the good friend she was, Ginny decided to answer my question.

"Fine. Mrs. Trewlany gave me such a horrible fright in Divination today, she is a kind woman...I , I truly believe she's gone mad." At this we burst out laughing and soon the tension was gone. I knew that I could tell Ginny absolutely anything and I would tell her, but later. Now everyone was literally exploding with excitment, and I didn't want to ruin her evening; our evening. Dread surged through my body as I realized I would have to find a dress and learn to dance.

Ginny was going with Neville; I closed my eyes and wished I hadn't rejected one of Viktor's followers. I'm sure I was one of the few who did not have a date. I was going to have fun tonight, and tomorrrow I would tell Ginny about Draco. Right now it was time to finish the day with a brave face, even though I was nervous and possibly, love struck.