Hello, everyone! I know there are countless Dramione stories out there, but one where Draco actually teaches Hermione something? I hope you all like this little story of rock-skipping, and I look forward to some reviews. I appreciate any feedback.

PS: A lot of my stories have shorter first chapters because they are kind of like a prologue to the story. Enjoy! =)

Chapter 1

Skipping rocks.

I never could quite master that flick. The flick of a wand, simple, but the flick of your wrist, in such a way to send a rock skipping on the surface of the water... difficult.

I gazed out at the shimmering Black Lake and sighed. Some day. Some day I will master it, like I had mastered several spells in my new spell book.

GONG GONG

The toll of the bell rang through my ears. Time for class. I walked away from the window and joined Harry and Ron as we made our way to our next class, potions. Ron and Harry talked up a ruckus, and I barely payed attention to what they were saying. I held my books to my chest as we walked among our classmates, bumping into a few now and then. A group of Slytherins came into view. I clutched my books tighter, remembering what Malfoy called me the day before in the courtyard. His words still pierced my ears and hurt my heart terribly.

No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood.

What was his problem? Was he raised to hate all people non-pureblood? Yes, he was, according to what I gathered from Mr. Malfoy back in Diagon Alley in the bookstore at the beginning of the school year. All the Malfoys hated half and non-wizard blood, and pretty much anyone who was not a Slytherin.

Malfoy came closer with his posse, the pudgy Crabbe and the big-headed Goyle. Shouldn't they be going to the same class as me, Ron, and Harry? We were all second years.

Whatever. So what did I care if Malfoy didn't go to his classes and failed them all? He could be kicked out of school and never come back for all I cared.

Malfoy walked right next to me. For one instant as I passed him, our eyes met, and noticed his blue eyes... they so full of ice. Not a shred of nicety or compassion. His nose twerked in disgust and he passed on by.

My heart constricted. Why? Because someone did not like me just because of the family that I was born into? I couldn't help that. No one could.

I huffed. I'm not going to let it get to me.