A/N: Thank you so much if you're reading this, that probably means you have the same sort of sense of humor as me! Please review, even if this sucks, I can handle criticism. This chapter is from Draco's point of view. Enjoy (hopefully)!

I can already tell that this year is going to be great. The Dark Lord should have sent me on a mission far, far away from this school. The classes are ridiculous, the other students are stupid! I don't deserve this. I just don't.

The dungeon looks different. Much less gloomy without Snape down here. Slughorn's a fool. He's nothing but a fat man with too much time on his hands. He's an embarrassment to the Slytherin house! He didn't want me in his club. So Zabini and Potter have something I don't? Who is he kidding? There are only three tables in the room. Not very many in this class, are there? I assume my seat at the table to the far right. Zabini and a few others from the group sit down with me almost immediately.

"Blaise." I nod in hello.

"Draco," he replies. As if on cue, we're interrupted by Slughorn.

"Hello and welcome class! Scales out, potions books, chop chop," the fool shouts out. "You may have noticed, I've prepared a few potions for you to examine. Can anyone tell me what this one is?" He points to a black cauldron that seems to be wafting the most delicious scent. It's a bit like champagne mixed with fresh snow and the chocolates mum buys at Christmas time…

"It's Amortentia!" I look up. Leave it to Granger to answer the question without even being called on. I want to smack the stupid grin right off her face.

"Yes, yes very good. Amortentia indeed, the most powerful love potion in the world. It smells differently to every person, based upon what attracts them. It also can be highly dangerous " The door swings open, causing everyone's eyes to snap to the back of the room. A girl who looks a bit like a prostitute saunters inside. Who is she? I must have seen her somewhere before…? Oh no. She's the one from the sorting ceremony! The vampire! "Ah, Ebony is it?"

"Ebony Darkn'ess Dementia Raven Way!" she replies.

"Well hustle up, take a seat," says Slughorn. She looks at me. She winks, in this sort of suggestive way. I don't even know her. She walks up to our perfect table, conjures up a chair out of thin air, and sits down next to me. I mean right next to me.

"OMFG hi I'm Ebony!" she whispers. I honestly want to vomit. I scowl at her. "Ooh you're an emo boy aren't you. I wish I was in Slytherin, that's where all the goffs are right?"

"Get away from me filthy half-breed," I sneer.

"WTF? Wait…is there blood in that cauldron? Like human blood?" She points at the Amortentia. Before I, or anyone else, can respond, she lunges at the cauldron and begins gulping down the pearly liquid.

"Ebony!" Slughorn screams. "Ebony stop drinking that!" Her already pale face turns a few shades whiter and she drops the cauldron.

"Ew that's not blood!" she shrieks. Her eyes lock with mine for a split second. Possessed by the potion, she runs toward me. I freeze up in horror, admittedly fearful of what might happen next. She pushes my chair over, knocking me onto the floor. She lays on top of me

"Help!" I scream. Why isn't anyone doing anything? Why hasn't Granger stunned her yet? I try to push Ebony off of me, but not before she presses her lips against mine and shoves her tongue down my throat. I taste the potion inside of her mouth. All negative thoughts of the half-breed attempting to rip my clothes off vanish instantly. How did I not notice how beautiful she was before? She's gorgeous, amazing, a goddess! No one else in this room exists. Just her and me, snogging on the dungeon floor. She's the only girl in the world, I couldn't live without her! I love her clown makeup and her highlighted hair and her black leather corset. I'd love her more without her black leather corset...

I feel myself physically being torn away from her body. "NO!" I cry out in agony. Then a curse hits me square in the chest and the world around me fades to black.

My eyes flutter open. Where am I? The lights are far too bright. The hospital wing maybe?

"Draco you're awake!" I look up. Pansy's standing above me.

"Yeah I am. What happened?" She bends down and kisses my forehead. I try to smile at her.

"Nasty mix up with some love potion and the new girl. Try not to remember sweetie." She kisses my forehead again. And of course, memories of that despicable potions class flood into my brain. All it took to become infatuated with that half-breed was a bit of love potion! My breakfast comes up all over the white sheets.

"Get back to class Parkinson," Madame Pomfrey says briskly as she rushes towards us.

"My poor Drakie-poo, hope you feel better soon!" Pansy whispers before leaving. With a lazy flick of the wand, Madame Pomfrey cleans up the nasty sick

"Anyway you should be fine, you didn't get very much Amortentia in your system. You've already taken the antidote, all effects have worn off. The experience could be emotionally scarring, but otherwise you don't have to stay overnight. Miss Way ingested half a cauldron or so. She's going to be…confused for a while."

"Where is she?" I sneer.

"Don't worry about that. She'll be unconscious until the antidote kicks in."

"I swear that if that filthy half-breed doesn't get expelled-"

"I don't want to hear it Malfoy! You're absolutely fine! Get out of here, go to class!" I sigh and feel hot tears well up in my eyes. Why did this happen to me? I can just picture Potter and his stupid friends, laughing at me right now. No one will be able to take me seriously. The Dark Lord certainly won't. I Draco Malfoy, pureblood wizard, never should have had to undergo this sort of trauma!

I push myself out of the bed and blink away the tears. I need to show these idiots that I'm above this school and above that filthy half-breed.

The end of Chapter 2! Review please! Any advice or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism would be much appreciated. Thank you for reading!