A/N: Hi! This fic is just something new I felt like starting, because this idea has been eating away at me for ages. It's going to be from Draco's POV, which will be a challenge, since I am a girly-girl through and through. I just really hope I do an okay job with this, since it'll be sort of on the side, because Be a Doll will stay my main focus. I'll work on this more than I work on When HP Woke Up though (if you guys like it, that is).

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does, all of it. If I did, quite a few things would be different.

Now here's Chappie 1 of

The Art of Being Insane

Chapter 1:The Beginning of the End (of my sanity, that is)

Teasing, Taunting and just plain Tormenting her always made me feel like I was still in control. It made me feel like it was still my game, as if I wasn't afraid that in the end that I would lose. But I was. I couldn't hide this strange, unusual, really quite ridiculous fear from myself. That would be too hard, even for me. And I could do almost anything.

I'm not just bragging when I say that either. Despite what others may think, I did not get into Hogwarts because I had money. I have skills, I really do. My family saves our money for things we need anyway, even though we had plenty of it. Whether or not you choose to believe this is entirely up to you, but I'll just say this now: I give you my word as a Malfoy that this is true.

When I got the letter saying I would be Head Boy, two thoughts immediately came to mind. One of them was 'My own room!', and the other was 'But who is Head Girl?'. It's the obvious question, and of course it had an obvious answer. Because there's only one girl in my year who it could be, and her name was Hermione Granger.

This of course, sent me off on one of my rants, and I went stomping through the house yelling this like, "This is an outrage!" and "Mudbloods shouldn't even be allowed at the school!". My mother's reaction to this was "M-hmm." And "Yes, Draco.". I wasn't surprised, and rather glad of it anyway. She never really paid attention to me, or anything else for that matter. But if she had chosen to acknowledge me that day, she would have seen that the look on my face clearly spelled out fear.

Why, you ask? Why would you be afraid? Well I'll tell you why, eventually anyway. But back to my story.

I was mad and scared for a many reasons. Here are just some of the select few:

1. I would have to share a common room with that insufferable know-it-all.

2. I would have to patrol the halls with that huffy excuse for a girl.

3. That annoying suck-up would just blah-blah-blah me to death over the importance of my position as Head Boy and how I should take charge...(I'm not going to bore you all with the entire speech).

The list goes on and on, the insults getting lamer and lamer as I went along. There was only one thing that kept me from doing the 'Avada Kedavra' spell at myself in the mirror. And that thing was that I would be able to do all the Teasing, Taunting and Tormenting that my heart desired, thus making me feel in charge through this entire year. That was the best part. Because after that year, I never have to see her stupid, ugly face again. I WOULD WIN! Never again would I have to force myself to walk away from places just because of her. Never again would I have to worry about her getting the better of me when we fought.

I'd be free. Free, free, free, free, free. Ha, ha, ha, ha, HA! IN YOUR FACE MUDBLOOD! The thought of that made me want to whoop and dance around in all my happiness. Yet sadly, I had a reputation to worry about. So I settled for a long,crazy, do-very-dangerous-loop-de-loops, joy ride on my Nimbus 2001 instead, which I suppose was better than nothing.

Besides the fact that I almost fell off a couple of times, there was only one bad thing about the ride: I had plenty of time to think. One thing you do not want Draco Malfoy to do is have too much time to think. I am known to have second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth thoughts. Actually that night I got all the way to 14th thoughts, if I counted correctly.

'What if it happens?' my mind said. 'What if by having to live with her, it happens? Then you won't win, because she'd never think the same of you.'

I told myself that I was being ridiculous. It wouldn't happen. I wouldn't allow it. And I would win anyway. I had already decided this. But of course, I had to be me. I had to doubt myself the tiniest bit. The doubt just seemed to grow and grow, overwhelming me. I found myself not even being able to sleep without the thought crossing my mind.

One day, about a week before I was due on the train, I was sitting in the living room, reading some book that I had absolutely no interest in. Luckily, Mother had left earlier that day to a lunch banquet, so I was alone. There were only a few house-elves here and there, cleaning random pieces of furniture.

Suddenly, I felt my mouth beginning to form the words. Out loud. I smacked my hand over my entire face, dashing up the stairs into my bedroom, ignoring the strange looks from the elves. I knew it was no use trying to stop myself, as I had already started to say it. I've never said it before. Not in my mind and definitely not out loud.

I just barely made it, muffling my face into my pillows before the words burst out.

"I am afraid of Hermione Granger."

A/N: It might not be wise to leave you guys with a cliffy on a story I don't even know that people will like, but I'll take a shot at it. It's not as dramatic as it seems, the funniness will be coming soon, okey-dokey? Even if I don't get many reviews, I'll update this soon, cause I'm having fun writing it. So please, tell me what you think!

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