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Chapter 2

Malfoy sat in the Head's Common room, annoyed. He was uncommonly flustered, and the crack in his resolve grew wider as he thought of the auburn-haired beauty in the Slytherin common room. Never before had Draco experienced rejection, and it wasn't something that sat well with him. Pansy Parkinson shifted from her place on the opposite wall, and moved into the light from her place in the shadows.

"Draco," she said sweetly. "She's not worth it. I bet we find out later that she's a blood traitor anyway."

"Parkinson," the blond said coldly, and watched as her flirty façade wavered slightly. "Did I ask what you thought? Go find your own room. Just because we've shared this one before doesn't make it yours."

She turned and walked stiffly out, muttering the words "pompous ass" under her breath. She slammed the portrait behind her. A warm tinkling laugh rang out from behind Draco, and the sound grated on him.

"Wow, Malfoy, that's low. Even for you.

"Shut it, Granger."

The laugh rang out again. "You didn't even call me Mudblood! You MUST be in a foul mood. Care to talk about it?"

He turned to her, the heat of his anger flowing from his icy glare. "If you must know, a Malfoy does NOT get turned away when he attempts civil conversation. A Malfoy does NOT get coldly ignored by a beautiful woman. A Malfoy is the picture of perfection in charm and his ability to woo any girl. A girl should NEVER reject a Malfoy before she even talks to him. And lastly, a girl should NEVER, EVER just NOT CARE that a Malfoy is a Malfoy. And it is purely outrageous that any girl should be unimpressed by the Malfoy name."

Hermione just looked at him, a faint smile of amusement playing at the corners of her lips. "You are upset over a girl that you just want to add to the list of your conquests? What, you wish to woo her and then drop her when the next best thing comes along? Malfoy," she tsked. "Maybe you would be better off paying attention to the "friends" you've already got. Instead of trying to get the new girl in your bed."

He growled softly. "Stop trying to pretend you know me, Granger. Because if the things you said were true, I would. . ."

"You would what, Malfoy? I mean, Merlin! You've shared a bed with Pansy Parkinson!"

He snorted. "Get out, Mudblood, before I hex your already ugly face into oblivion."

She chuckled. "I'm getting out, but not because I'm afraid of you. I have to go help Harry and Ron with their potions homework."

"Don't you mean do?" But she was already gone. He hated sharing a common room with the ugly, know it all Gryffindor, but on days like today, it was good, in a way. He liked being able to vent a little of his frustrations in their everyday verbal duels.

He lounged for a little longer in the big green leather chair by the fireplace, and then decided to go for a walk in the hallways of the vast school. His perfectly shined black shoes clicked a little as he walked, and his dark jeans hung low on his hips. He was wearing a forest green button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his platinum hair hung unruly and perfect to his eyes. His icy blue eyes were alert, despite the fact that he was brooding. With his lips set in a firm scowl, he headed out of the common room to wander.

Not two steps out of his common room did he come across none other than the object of his unhappiness, Jaryn Knowles. She scowled at him, and his face brightened considerably. Coolly and unabashedly, he stuck his hands in his pockets and grinned, leaning against the wall.

"Lost, Knowles?"

Her mouth tightened into a hard line. "No. I just wanted to go for a walk. Is that a sin?"

He crossed the hallway to her and offered his arm. "I am going for a walk, too. Care for some company?"

She sighed. "Fine, Malfoy, but don't expect me to hold your arm. I'm not your consort. I just don't feel like being alone and being gawked at by the entire male population of this damned school."

With that being said, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and set off at a brisk pace that he knew was a challenge. He rolled his eyes. "If you want to have me along to protect you from the eyes and comments of the other boys, you'll have to move at MY pace, Knowles."

She looked back at him, annoyed. "And if you want my company so badly, you'll have to move at mine. Choose, pretty boy, before I leave you here and find someone else to accompany me."

He laughed, and caught up to her without further comment. They walked together for about an hour before she stopped and grabbed his arm roughly. "Why are you being nice to me, Malfoy?"

He looked at her with surprise. "Because new students need friends."

"And? Doesn't your death eater self have BETTER things to do?"

"What is your problem, Knowles?" He asked sharply.

"I hate you," she replied bitterly. "I hate you and your family, and the entire crew of death eaters. I don't understand why I had to be in this stupid school that houses people like you."

He cocked his head. "What do you have against them?"

She was slightly taken aback at his use of the word "them." She shook her head. "If your family had been savaged like mine, you wouldn't need to ask that question."

He frowned. "I'm not a death eater, Jaryn. Care to check?"

He held his bare forearm out to her. She did glance quickly, but then looked away again. "Don't call me that," she said softly.

He raised an eyebrow. "What? Jaryn? Why not? It's your name, isn't it?"

When she wouldn't look at him, and she didn't talk anymore, he gently pressed his finger into her shoulder and took it away again. "Hey," he said. "What happened, anyway?"

She growled. "Like I would tell an ass like you." And she was off again. This time she didn't give him a chance to catch up; she just took off for the Slytherin common room and left him there. He was upset all over again at her blatant disregard for him, and he continued to storm around the hallways for a good half hour before his made his way back to the head's common room. The bookworm was asleep at her desk , and he paused just long enough to hook a foot around one of the legs of her chair and wrench it out from under her.

"Malfoy, you jerk!" she yelled as she picked herself up off the floor. He chuckled to himself as he shut the door to his room. At least he still had THAT power, if not the power he usually had over girls. Somehow he would soften the beautiful Jaryn Knowles, and they would at least become friends. What Hermione had said earlier got to him. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. "I don't make girls my conquests," he muttered to no one in particular. But he was wrong, and he knew it. Still, maybe that little know it all had a point. Maybe it was time to reevaluate. Of course, he wouldn't let HER know that that's what he was doing. Filthy mudblood had no right to know that she was right. He hated that she was right. For now, he would just go to sleep and worry about what to do about Jaryn Knowles in the morning.

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