I still own nothing although I am secretly hoping... If you read the confusing chapter two please know my computer is a bit screwy so I put the wrong file in, I only found out after a day. Sorry! On with the show... I mean story!

IMPORTANT A/N: Those of you who have already read this chapter, read it again because I decided to change the end. Enjoy!


Malfoy was the only thought I could comprehend. Malfoy. Why would he... I thought he... Has the world gone crazy or is this one of those dreams? Except this was, dare I say it, wonderful. He has skill!

Yeah the world has gone crazy because I never, even in my dreams, would I think that Malfoy was wonderful, or would I actually enjoy...

"Wha..." I finally managed to say as I fought for control of my thoughts. "Malfoy?"

"Yeah, umm... Bye!" he tried to make a quick escape but I wanted answers.

"Why?" was my 'intelligent' question.

"Why what?"

"What was the reason behind that?"

"I guess I... hell I just had to open my big mouth" he muttered under his breath. After spelling our clothes back on and taking the spells off the door he opened it and the light, what little light the dark hallway offered, fell on his angel-like features as he threw one last glance in my direction. Wait angel, Malfoy... Was this a joke? No he looked a bit disappointed and like he actually regretted speaking. "Wait!"

"Huh," he said as he came to a dead halt.

"Whydidyoustop?" I asked in a rush.

He blinked, and blinked again obviously trying to figure out if I had actually asked that question. "Come again?"

I smiled wickedly, "I haven't come the first time, yet." I had to hold the laughter in as his jaw hit the floor.

"So you're not mad at me for draging you in here?" he asked as he closed the door and started towards me.

"Just a little bit," his face fell, "only for stopping," I clarified.