Draco's POV

I wander through the halls lost in thought when I hear Granger ranting to Scarhead and Weazlebee about curfew. "Have you tried not being a bossy, no-it-all, mudblood, Granger?" I pester her mersiously.

She huffs and turns to me scowling. "What do you want, Malfoy?" She groans.

I chuckle and shake my head. "What do I want? Nothing from you, mudblood."

I walk away without another word.

I go down a set of stairs I've never seen before. There is a rusty door and a portrait of Nicolas Flammel. "Damn, I wonder what's in there," I whisper to myself.

Reaching out for the doorknob, I brace myself for what is beyond this wooden piece of crap, as I turn the knob.

I groan in disappointment at the old looking mirror in the center of the room. "Damn it. It's just a bloody mirror?" I curse inwardly. "I might as well check it out anyway, why else would that old man put just a mirror in here?"

I walk up to the mirror and look into the glass interior. "What the fuck!" I shout in shock and surprise, at the image of Granger and me passionately kissing.

I cover my mouth looking back at the door hoping to Merlin no one heard me. "Shit, that was way too close." I think looking back at the odd scene before me.

Mirror me looks up with a genuinely happy smile, "This is what your missing Draco. You love her, and you know it."

Mirror Granger looks over at me lovingly, "You wouldn't see this if you didn't Draco honey. This is The Mirror of Erised, and it is a mirror that shows the user his or her heart's deepest desire."

I turn from the mirror, and I run out the door forgetting to close it.

Running through the halls, the portraits scold me. "Slow down young man." "You're going to hurt someone." "What's your rush?"

I stop at a stretch of dampened wall and whisper "Pureblood" Seconds after I said the password a concealed stone door slides aside leaving a rectangular hole in the wall leading to the Slytherin common room.

I walk sluggishly in, and I flop on the nearest couch. "Fuck me." I huff tired after all my running.

I feel someone poke my arm. "Are you alright mate?" I hear the familiar voice of Blaise.

I turn to face my dark skinned friend. "I've been better, I just realized something weird, and I'm oddly frustrated by it." I wine.

"You know if you tell me, I won't tell anyone else mate," Blaise promises, with his signature half smirk half smile.

"You see, not everyone gets anything they want, in my case, it's Granger, and that's what frustrates me the most." I whisper to him.

"Granger? Since when?" He looks extremely shocked and confused.

I look around the room, making sure no one is looking. "Ok, looks like we are relatively alone." I think.

I face Blaise and lean back in the couch. "So, there's this set of stairs that go to this door. Behind this door is a mirror. People call it The Mirror of Erised, because it shows the viewers deepest desire. I looked into the mirror and saw myself and Granger kissing." I explain.

"Well, that is some weird shit mate." Blaise says.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I don't know what to do, or how to feel." I bury my face in my hands with a sigh.