A/N1: Heya. I'm typing/writing this at school. Isn't that hilarious?? Haha. But seriously I am. I'm in my last class of the day and all we're doing is going on the Internet. Hehehe…fun. Hope you guys are happy. Now review!!
Disclaimer: I had a dream that I owned Harry Potter but then I woke up. (cries)
IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: I am aware that all of my Dramione stories are a bit OOC but I am using my artistic license.
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In every class the rest of that day, I was simply putting together a list of all the Slytherins I know, and those who possibly sent that note. It was obviously a Slytherin, considering the vain comment of: "Prince Charming is clichéd anyway, who needs him when there are gorgeous Slytherins?" Wait! It also could have been a Gryffindor pretending to be a Slytherin and sending that to make me feel better. Nah, the Gryffindor boys can be too oblivious to feelings.
Back to the Slytherins: there is Blaise, (hmm, not too bad,) Crabbe and Goyle, (eww I hope not,) and then there's Malfoy. That would be fine with me...I guess, because he's not bad looking, ok fine, so he's gorgeous, but his pureblood beliefs and lousy treatmet of me doesn't even out with that; unless…he sent it as a cruel joke. If he did I will hurt him so bad that he'll wish that I went as easy on him as I did in 3rd year when I punched him. I already have a plan: I will rip out his spinal cord and shove it through his spleen! Ok, so that's not physically possible, but it's fun to say!
I contemplated my mysterious valentine options rather than paying attention, which surprised every professor, especially Snape and McGonagall. Both had asked the class multiple questions and not once did I raise my hand. McGonagall just gave me a disappointed look, but Snape of course took that as an excuse to dock points for my "lack of attention which disgraces Gryffindor house…not that it can be disgraced anymore." Honestly, where does he come up with this? Does he just sit in his dungeons all day making potions and writing out insults to Gryffindor? I'll bet he has a list of '1011 ways to take points from Gryffindor'.
At dinner, my list was the same as it had been the whole day; in other words, I figured nothing out. I could sense that someone was staring at me, and it was really creeping me out. So I quickly ate and ran. Well not literally ran, but I hurried to get to the dorm that the 6th year prefects: (Draco and I, along with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw ones) shared with the Heads: (Cho Chang and Roger Davies.) to mull over the list.
In the hallway, I was really starting to get creeped out, I could here someone following me, but every time I turned around, I could see no one. Woops, no more late night 'When A Stranger Calls' for me. I got to the dorm very exhausted and very much out of breath. I had no sooner collapsed on the couch and taken out my list when the door opened. Grr, it was of course, Malfoy. I didn't want him to see it, so I did the first thing I could think of: I quickly hid it behind my back, and then (very subtly of course) sat on it. Oh yes, not suspicious at all. I looked to see if he caught my moment of idiocy, and he was smirking, so I take it that he did.
"What are you to hiding from me Granger? Well, trying to hide anyway."
"It's nothing." His smirk told me he didn't buy it. "Just a list…"
"Of…" he prompted.
"OfalltheSlytherinsthatcouldhavepossiblysentmethenotethatIgot."
"Oh I see." Darn, he understood what I said, there went that plan.
"Umm, did you send the note to me?"
"Hahaha, you're funny Granger. You slay me. Do you really think that I would waste my time and parchment saying such nice things to a muggleborn?"
I was really starting to get angry. Sure he honored our agreement to not call me mudblood and I in return wouldn't call him a mini-Lucius (which really irked him), but the way he said muggleborn, and just his whole attitude in general made me want to sock him, or go ahead with the spinal cord/spleen plan.
"Do you think that you could possibly be a little, just a little bit nicer to me, you know, since it's Valentines' day?"
"Fine, but one last thing; why would I say such lies to you? It's obvious that you're the smartest witch in the school, but certainly not the prettiest. The bloke who sent that to you must have been blind."
Malfoy can be mean, and stuck up, but that was just cruel. I really couldn't take that much abuse on a day such as this. I started to tear up. "How could a day that had such…possibility at breakfast, turn into such crap after dinner? I mean I guess I should have expected as much, me being as I am. Which is to you a--what was it that you love to call me? An 'ugly little mudblood bookworm'?" I lost track of what I was saying and to whom I was talking to, and I continued my rant that has been completely bottled up for ages.
I noticed vaguely through my blurry eyes, that Malfoy was looking very uneasy and that he'd like to just disappear. 'Now I've gone and done it. I made her cry. I really don't like seeing females cry. Instead of doing what I should have, and telling her that it was me who wrote the note, I go and insult her to the point of tears. Is it really that hard to say that I was the one who sent the stupid note?!'
I immediately stopped my rant and froze, looking at Malfoy in disbelief. "You did what?" Malfoy's hand slapped to his forehead. 'Did I just say that aloud? Well I guess that's one way to tell her.'
That was not the answer I expected from him…at all.
"Was it a joke?? The note and what you said in it?" he scoffed at me.
"Of course it was!" Malfoy sounded indignant, and I definitely would have believed him were it not for his eyes. His smoky grey eyes would not meet my own, and that confirmed the fact that he was lying; although the slightly pink cheeks sorta gave me the same impression.
"Really?" I asked, totally not expecting him to say anything other then 'Yes'.
"No, it wasn't."
"Then what was it exactly??" At my question, he looked at me and gave a half-smile.
"It was the truth."
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A/N2: Ok, there it is. TOTALLY different from my original plan….but I really like this. Despite the fact that some of you (cough, Erica!) will be rioting in front of my house for how I ended it. --Grins-- Ok gotta go! I'm moving to….well….somewhere where the angry people won't find me! Maybe enough positive feedback will persuade me to write more chapters! No promises!
Love you all,
Amanda