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A/N: Yeah! Second chapter done! Finally! You have no idea of how much though I've put into this story. I almost gave up and made it a one-shot. But I have found the answer and I know somewhat clearly what I want this to turn out.

Anyways, you have no ideas how happy I am about the reviews and the alerts! So, thank you very much for that, I'm paying back now. I hope you like this chapter, so happy reading and feel free to review!

Chapter 2

"Something worth changing for"

Today was a sunny September morning like every other. The same old routine was waiting for me. You know, wake up, showering, dressing, getting yelled at by my father, breakfast, getting yelled by my father some more, and finally getting on the Hogwarts Express to go as far as I possibly can from that horrible place I'm supposed to call home.

This is my last year, and sure as hell, I am in charge. I have to keep things under control and in the mid time I get to yell at many students as I want. But not only that, no; they are actually afraid of me, they shiver at the sight of my batch. I know I'm not supposed to like abusing my power, but... Well, let's just say at this point in my life, I somewhat understand why my father enjoys it so much.

Yes, I am Head Boy. I get to rule the halls and avoid trouble or detentions. Though the privileges don't stop there, oh, no, there's more. I get a tower for my own, a room of my own, a bathroom of my own. I even get the first compartment of the train. I feel bigger and more important than I ever have. Yes, I am on top of the world.

Until I open the door.

I was told in my welcome letter she was Head Girl and still it didn't occur to that tiny with that's supposed to be my brain, that I'd be sharing that huge compartment with none other than Rose Weasley herself.

She is starring out the window and she doesn't seem to notice someone entered to the same compartment she is occupying. To be honest, I am pretty much panicking at my current situation. There, right in front of me, sits the object of my obsession. Yes, obsession. Let's just say I don't think what I feel for Rose is love anymore, it's more of an uncontrollable interest, thus, obsession.

Time keeps passing me by and I am still at the door not sure of what I should do. I could just turn away and go to Luke's compartment. I could just insult her. I could walk over to the window and throw myself out, ending my pathetic existence. But no, those options are just a common response for my panic attack. I try to calm down and once my breath became even, I search within myself some for guts. But then, her hazel eyes settle upon me briefly and then they go back to the window.

I try saying hello, to give any sign of recognition. But when I open my mouth, not a sound would come out.

Yes, I have choked… horribly

Unable to find my balls, I take the opposite sit, far away from the red headed.

I can't help it! I'd never stop being a coward. I'd be a chicken until my dying day. This is hideously frustrating. If I can't even greet her, how am I supposed to cooperate with her? Or even make her hate me less?

Then I realize something I should have before.

I have a huge compartment, which I have to share with Weasley. I have a tower at my disposal, which I'm destined to share with her. My room would be mere feet from hers. I have to practically live with her.

I am seconds away from a heart attack!

"Malfoy? Are you alright?" a beautiful sound reaches my ears.

I turn slowly to look at the source.

"Yeah" I mumble.

Merlin, if I am in shock, am I not supposed to be unaware of what surrounds me? I am entitled to be unable to think clearly. If I can't think, then how did I just choke again!?

She keeps starring at me, worry tainting her shinning hazel eyes… Worry… Worry? Is she worried about me?

"You sure? You look rather pale" she says after a short pause.

Wait, she is worried. Ok, that's odd. Since when does she care about me? Didn't she hate me? I believe she told me a couple of years ago how much of an ass she thought I was…

So, how come she's worried now?

"What do you care?" I say before I care to stop and think how much of an idiot I am.

I'm pretty sure I blew it and I am fully ready to take the fault… and a probably up coming slap across the face.

But her face goes blank and her eyes turn back to the green hills the train was passing by in a remarkable speed.

"I don't" she simply says

I don't understand why she let it pass. I was rude enough to gain at least a glare. But she does nothing. She just keeps sitting there looking as beautiful as only she can.

Though I don't think I had noticed her just yet. I was too distracted by the simple fact that she was near to notice the way she looked. She has her soft read waves up in a ponytail and she is wearing a white short sleeved button up shirt and beige shorts. The entire thing is somewhat weird, since, normally, she would be already in her school robe and with her hair down. Weird indeed, but very much appreciated. I had never seen so much of her legs before and, trust me when I say those pair of limbs shouldn't be hidden for the world.

Yes, she's beautiful, but her face seems kind of sad and a little worried.

The clock keeps ticking, submerging Weasley and I into a quite prolonged silence. I keep starring at her from my seat, still wondering why her normally gentle hazel eyes seem sad and disappointed.

It's hard to swallow. I feel this huge urgency to say something, but even when I tried searching my brain for something to tell her, zero results were found. I'm getting more nervous by the minute. I feel like such a moron. How is it possible I can't say anything at all! I thought I had left behind the awkward little brat I was when I met her!

Guess not.

All I have to do was breathe, just breathe, right? I'm seventeen; I'm an adult now. I have to stop shrinking every time she talks to me! She's just a girl…

"Do you think we should turn to make rounds with the prefects or just make them independently?" I hear and freeze immediately

Yes, she is just a girl… Then again, she's the only girl that can make me whimper by just standing too close.

I swallow hard and feel my face burn. But I am not bushing! Ok? I don't blush! I'm a Malfoy, so, I, I don't… Oh, never mind… Yes, I am blushing like a squealing school girl!

Merlin, I'm pathetic.

I turn to the windows again in a desperate and rather unhelpful try to hide the growing red spots of my cheeks.

Breathe, you idiot! Just breathe!

"I… I guess we could take turns" I say, still not gathering enough courage to look back at her.

"Yeah, I too think so. If we don't, each of us would have to stay up rather late way too often. It'd be a pain" she says, unexpectedly.

Surprised, I whip my head around, hurting my neck.

She isn't looking at me, and she doesn't look angry or bothered by my lack of eye contact. Maybe she didn't notice I turned my face from her.

To be honest though, I don't care. I mean, did you hear what she just said? Did she suggested making rounds and being responsible was too much of an annoyance for her? Is the girl sitting in this compartment really Rose Weasley? The Rose Weasley? The most responsible person I ever had the pleasure of… bumping into? Seriously?

"Who are you and what the bloody hell have you done to Rose Weasley?" I let slip, unaware, like the bloody idiot I am, I just said that out loud.

"Very funny Malfoy" she says, a small fire finally sparkling in those hazel orbs.

As she looks at me, I realize, there is nothing to choke for… Don't get me wrong, she is the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on, but having her eyes clash with mine, doesn't feel awkward. It feels rather nice, to be honest. Her eyes are so warm; I can almost lose myself in them.

Then, being quite inpatient towards me, Weasley snaps her fingers as she calls me by my surname in a try to wake me up for whatever trace I fell into.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" she asks, looking annoyed at me.

Even annoyance looks cute on her.

"No-nothing that would concern you, Weasley" I say, feeling a little too exposed and being forced to play defense at the current exchange of words "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" I ask her back "Where has your sense of responsibility gone to?"

"What do you care?" she says emphasizing the sentence rather hard. I should have known she wouldn't have let it pass just like that.

"I-I-" I ramble then again feeling my cheeks burn. I fight hard against the urgency of hiding my embarrassment "I don't" I say, finally, not only regaining my cool, but feeling my face cold down as well… Whoa! I can't believe I was able to talk back!

I watch amused as her cheeks flushed lightly. Aha! Guess I'm not the only one blushing now, am I!?

"I hate that smirk" she says more to herself than to me, standing up and exiting the compartment.

I can feel my smile falling. I hadn't notice I had smirked at my momentarily lapse of inner triumph. I can't wrap my head around the fact that after I managed to actually talk to her, I ruined it all like only I can, throwing her own words back at her.

I am a bloody idiot, there's no doubt about it.

You know, to be honest, I hate my smirk a little too, though my reason for hating such characteristic of my person is pretty weak. I hate it, because she does.

I turn to look out the windows once again, feeling rather sad and disappointed.

I know I shouldn't hate things about myself just because someone else does. What can I say? I'm not proud of who I am. I wish I was someone else in times. I know it sounds incredibly pathetic, not to say quite melodramatic. But I'm not happy with my current life. I know the only one that can truly change that is my own self.

Maybe I could try being happy now. I mean, I'm an official adult. After this term is done, I am entitled to decide if I go back "home" or disappear and live as I please. And I'm looking forward to my own future, not the one my father wants for me. Screw him. This is my life, and I choose to stop being the little good boy I have always been.

And if I manage to feel happy about myself, if I finally get to feel proud of the choices I've made, maybe, just maybe, Weasley would like me then, and to me, that's something worth changing for.